Chapter 214: Chapter 212: The Resentful Wei Yilong

Hearing this, Fang Chenyi just laughed.

"Ah, well, Menghan has class today. She suddenly remembered some study materials she hadn’t looked at yet, so she rushed back to the study to read. I’ll bring her something to eat in a bit."

No one thought much of it and they called for Fang Chenyi to come eat. His mom, however, picked up a bowl of rice and a side dish, ready to take it to Menghan.

How could Fang Chenyi let her do that? After all, Menghan wasn’t in the study right now.

He quickly took the food from his mom’s hands and carried it out of the villa himself.

Back in the bedroom, he gently pushed the door open. Seeing Bai Menghan still asleep, he decided not to disturb her. He placed the food on the bedside table and quietly left.

After a moment’s thought, he decided not to go back and eat. He wanted to avoid them asking more questions about Menghan.

He patted his growling stomach and gave a wry smile. "Hey, quiet down, pal. Skipping one meal won’t kill me."

He suddenly remembered he had to sing for his livestream viewers that night. Fang Chenyi slapped his forehead, stood up, and headed out of the villa. He was going to the study in Villa Six.

He vaguely recalled that the study in Villa Six had an antique shelf filled with various musical instruments and records.

The whole reason he had agreed to sing for everyone tonight was to see if he could pick up a singing-related skill in the process.

After all, based on the driving and foreign language skills he’d gotten before, a singing skill should theoretically exist as well.

He took out his key, opened the main door to Villa Six, and walked inside. Fang Chenyi didn’t pay much attention to the living room decor, heading straight for the study.

Sure enough, the study in this villa was designed in an artist’s style. Not only was there a piano in the corner, but the walls were also covered with all sorts of musical instruments.

He nodded in satisfaction, then pulled out his woven bag. He picked up a retro record player from the bookshelf and put it into the bag.

[Host has picked up one old retro record player. The system awards 25,000 yuan. The reward has been transferred to the Host’s bank account. Please check for receipt.]

Hearing the system’s cash reward notification in his mind, Fang Chenyi couldn’t help but shake his head in disappointment. Although 25,000 yuan was far more than the record player was worth, what he wanted right now wasn’t money, but a skill.

Shaking his head, he reached out again, grabbed a stack of records, and tossed it into the woven bag.

This time, the system again awarded him 18,000 yuan.

Next, a violin... 37,000 yuan reward.

An erhu... 8,000 yuan reward.

A guitar... 11,000 yuan reward.

An electronic keyboard, a bass, a saxophone...

After a flurry of activity, Fang Chenyi had collected every instrument in the study except for the grand piano, but unfortunately, no special reward had appeared.

His gaze fell on the last remaining item—the piano. He muttered to himself,

’Don’t tell me I have to pick up this big guy to get a special reward?’

He gritted his teeth. ’Let’s do it!’

He took the trash tongs out of his woven bag. The piano was simply too big and heavy; without these tongs that were immune to all weight, there was no way he could lift it.

Fortunately, the trash tongs were truly amazing. He just had to lightly clamp one corner of the huge piano to lift it with ease.

He held it over the woven bag, wondering how he was supposed to fit such a massive object inside.

But at that very moment, a book suddenly fell from on top of the piano. Since Fang Chenyi was holding the piano right above the woven bag, the book conveniently fell directly into it.

[Host has picked up one old book: ’How to Become a Top-Tier Music Master.’ A special system reward has been triggered. Awarding Top-Tier Music Master skill. It has been stored in the Host’s Sea of Consciousness. Please extract and use it at your discretion.]

"Holy crap! Is this what they mean by ’finding something by chance after searching for it far and wide’? I went through all the trouble of clearing out the entire study and got nothing, but this one book did the trick?"

He casually set the lucky piano back down, his face alight with excitement.

Not only that, but as his gaze swept over the piano he had just set down, his fingers unconsciously came to rest on the keys.

The next moment, a melodious piano tune drifted out from the windows of Villa Six.

Father Fang and the others, who had just finished eating and were chatting on the living room sofa, were stunned by the beautiful music drifting in from outside. Father Fang spoke up in amazement,

"Huh? Someone in the complex plays the piano? Hey, you know, it sounds really good!"

Principal Wang, Char, and their group were the closest to Villa Six. When the music started, Principal Wang, who had no interest in music, paid it no mind. In fact, he pulled the covers over his head and grumbled, "Who’s the jerk playing the piano at this hour?"

Char’s group, on the other hand, all unconsciously put down their kitchen knives the moment the music began. They closed their eyes slightly, savoring the beautiful melody.

Of course, Fang Chenyi had no idea how everyone outside was reacting.

After finishing the piece, Fang Chenyi stared at his hands in utter shock, thinking, ’Are these still my hands?’

Truth be told, his parents had sent him to learn the electronic keyboard for a couple of days when he was a child. But at the time, his teacher’s evaluation was that he had webbed duck feet for hands—they were barely good enough for hitting a drum, but playing the piano? Forget about it...

Fang Chenyi, of course, knew this was definitely because of that special reward.

’I can play the piano well now, but what about the rest?’ he wondered. ’Especially singing. With my tone-deaf, raspy voice, I wonder if this skill can make me sound even a little bit better.’

No sooner said than done. As Fang Chenyi packed his woven bag into his handbag, he started singing out loud.

But the moment he opened his mouth, he startled even himself.

The reason was simple: he didn’t feel himself go off-key even a little bit.

’Holy mother of... this is freaking awesome! My lifelong tone-deaf, raspy voice can now sing in any style I want with the help of this skill.’

...

After singing two more songs, Fang Chenyi left Villa Six. ’All this singing is just messing around,’ he thought. ’I have real business to take care of.’

So he got into his Lamborghini and headed directly for the port.

In a vast factory area, Fang Chenyi saw Wei Yilong, wearing a hard hat and drenched in sweat, directing the workers.

But when he saw Wei Yilong’s face, Fang Chenyi couldn’t help but find it hilarious.

[To be continued....]

PS: Third update of the day!

Thanks to my brother ’Xiong Wanle from Class 3’ for the continuous donations of two 1888 book coins and five 100 book coins! An extra Chapter for you, brother!