Chapter 275

Jiang Liangjin had just said goodbye to Mu Youyu and headed home.

He arrived at his room and immediately thought of a piano.

The piano handcrafted a century ago by piano master En Yin Lun Xia Ge.

He made only seven; today only two are known to the outside world, and each piano uses special materials.

One was gifted by a collector to a world‑top pianist.

Another was rumored to be up for auction; Jiang Liangjin snapped it up early, and after a while gave it to Mu Xi.

And there's still one…

Jiang Liangjin clicked his tongue lightly, tapped his phone, and pulled up an encrypted contact list.

The call connected, and a vigorous voice came from the other end: "Yo, isn't this Xiao Jin? The sun's rising in the west? Besides fetching art supplies for your family's young lady, you actually called me on your own?"

Jiang Liangjin spoke flatly: "Xiao Lao, I want En Yin Lun Xia Ge's seventh piano."

"Pfft—" came the clear sound of a teacup hitting the floor from the earpiece, followed by Xiao Ting's raised voice: "What did you say? You haven't woken up, have you?!"

He's kept that piano hidden for thirty years—he wouldn't even budge when that old thing Tan Jingyan begged him!

He treasures it so much that he won't lend it out, and he's reluctant to play it himself.

He only brings it out occasionally at important music appraisal shows to show off.

"Are you crazy? This is the piece En Yin Lun Xia Ge crafted in his final two years of seclusion!"

"In the world's existing records, this is the only piano that can fully recreate his artistic vision!"

"Back then I dealt with several M Kingdom royal collectors for half a year over it, nearly losing my life!"

That piano was the treasure he snatched from an M Guo auction after pouring half his life into it.

Xiao Ting grew more agitated, his voice full of disbelief: "When did you get into pianos? Besides, you already snagged another of En Yin Lun Xia Ge's pianos—why are you eyeing mine now?"

Xiao Ting is a world‑renowned pianist who holds countless top‑tier score copyrights and is a magnate in the vintage piano collecting scene.

He's merely solitary, rarely interacting with anyone besides music and his partners.

Jiang Liangjin's expression didn't change: "I gave it away."

"What?! You gave it away?!" Xiao Ting's voice rose again, near cracking: "That's a treasure countless pianists beg for—you just give it away? To whom?"

Jiang Liangjin blurted: "My brother."

He isn't the Jiang family's eldest son…

…how does he even have a brother?

…probably a cousin.

Xiao Ting thought that, suppressed his excitement, softened his tone a bit, and probed: "What do you need that piano for?"

Jiang Liangjin's gaze fell on a photo frame in the corner of his desk, his voice softening: "Youbao needs a piano for the school cultural festival—she's missing a handy one."

On the other end, Xiao Ting suddenly realized.

So it's for the Mu family's young lady? No wonder Jiang Liangjin called in a favor.

Back then, this kid went to great lengths to snatch all sorts of art supplies for Mu Youyu.

He stirred up the entire M Guo luxury‑goods auction house into chaos.

Xiao Ting blurted instinctively: "Why should I agree to you?"

Jiang Liangjin found it boring: "Suit yourself, then I won't send it."

His tone unchanged, his finger had already slid across the screen, preparing to dial the next collector's phone.

He rarely forces others to do things.

Especially when it comes to getting things for Youbao, there are plenty of alternative plans.

"Slow down!" Xiao Ting had only wanted him to mention the benefits; seeing he looked like he was about to hang up, he grew anxious, "You brat, you have no patience at all."

Jiang Liangjin: "Have you decided?"

Xiao Ting fell silent for a moment; the only sound in the study was the ticking of the wall clock.

He stared at the portrait of Lunxiage hanging on the wall, his thoughts churning.

He had met Jiang Liangjin the previous year.

The Jiang Family is a century-old financial conglomerate; this child, despite his young age, displays a steadiness that belies his years.

Especially in business negotiations, his talent is astonishing.

At the international conference early this year, Jiang Liangjin was only fifteen years old.

He stood in for his father at the last minute, facing a group of shrewd business magnates, and despite that, he spoke up and secured a cooperation that no one expected.

He made the business magnates in attendance look at him anew, and Xiao Ting was one of them.

He was also one of those who, after great difficulty, dared to ask for contact information.

"I promise you." Xiao Ting finally let out a sigh of relief.

As his words fell, the office door was suddenly pushed open; the assistant hurried in and gestured to him.

Xiao Ting frowned, lowered his voice on the phone: "Just a moment, I have a distinguished guest here; I'll hang up now. Have someone deliver the zither tomorrow; as for the conditions..."

He hadn't even finished saying the word "talk" when the assistant's panicked gaze cut him off.

He quickly added into the phone, "I'll call you back shortly," then hung up, looked up at the doorway, and was instantly stunned.

The visitor was clearly from Y Guo; behind him followed two men in black suits, their aura strong, their attire luxurious.

Xiao Ting gave a light cough, suppressing his surprise, and asked, "Are you someone of Prince Xun Li? What do you need?"

He had met Jun Chenling a few times before and knew that the person before him was the prince's confidant.

He had long been running errands for Jun Chenling, handling affairs in various countries.

The confidant gave a slight nod and spoke in fluent M Guo language: "Mr. Xiao, sorry to disturb you; I've come on behalf of my master to request something."

"Oh? What does your master want?" Xiao Ting felt a jolt in his heart, a bad premonition.

Although he possesses many treasures, only a handful are enough to prompt the Prince of Y Country to personally send someone to request them.

"En Yin Lun Xia Ge's seventh piano, Star Sink," the confidant said bluntly, "Your Highness heard you have one; the princess needs a good piano for a campus cultural event, so I came to borrow it."

Xiao Ting: "……"

What the hell kind of day is today.

First Jiang Liangjin came to ask for it, and now even the Y Country's sole prince has sent his confidant!

Moreover, the reason is exactly the same—both are for the campus cultural festival?

He opened his mouth, about to refuse, when the confidant added, "I know this piano means a great deal to you; as an exchange, I can give you the early manuscripts of En Yin Lun Xia Ge from the royal collection."

"Furthermore, the two top-tier piano factories under His Highness's name are at your disposal for ten years, with full access to resources."

The terms are so generous they're tempting.

But Xiao Ting had already promised Jiang Liangjin.

They've known each other for a year, and he knows this person keeps his word.

If he were to promise someone else, Jiang Liangjin would likely not fare well, and they'd surely have no further dealings.

Let alone fulfilling his little scheme.

He was about to speak when his phone rang again.

Xiao Ting took a deep breath, answered the call, "Xiao Jin, wait a moment… this is getting weird."