How can I justify myself as a Magnate if I don't indulge myself?

Can Gu Heng play the violin?

Of course not.

Let alone playing the violin, Gu Heng hadn’t even heard violin performances twice.

But would this prevent Gu Heng from performing in front of these people?

Of course not.

Just in the 3 seconds that had just passed, he spent 5 million to purchase a skill called [Junior Violin Playing Mastery]...

1 million spent on [Mastery of Primary Driving Skills] turned Gu Heng from someone who had never driven into an amateur professional racer, so 5 million for [Junior Violin Playing Mastery] giving him the level of an amateur violinist was, of course, a piece of cake...

If it had been just when he had acquired the system, Gu Heng wouldn’t even have considered spending 5 million on a completely impractical skill.

But now...

Tens of millions, even billions, didn’t seem like a big deal to him anymore, so 5 million was even less of a concern...

It was as if he was just spending money on a game.

"There are many duets for cello and violin, which piece do you plan to use?"

Ouyang Nana looked at Gu Heng and asked.

Hearing Ouyang Nana’s question, Gu Heng hesitated slightly...

Although he now had the skills of an amateur violinist, he had still heard too few pieces; this skill only improved his ability, not experience out of thin air.

Racking his brain, Gu Heng then said, "I remember you performed a duet on a show at Toilet Station, it was ’I Love You, China.’

That piece, can we use it?"

Ouyang Nana pondered for a moment, then nodded, "That works. Even without accompanying instruments, the piece wouldn’t be affected much. Let’s go with that one. I’ll search for the music score; I haven’t played this in a long time, forgot a bit."

The two dawdled for quite some time, and the audience that was initially anticipating a revelation of a prodigy also became impatient and started to leave. @@novelbin@@

The crowd of onlookers that numbered in the dozens soon dwindled to just over ten people...

And among those ten or so people, half had Asian faces—those Asian faces were excited, holding up their phones, filming Ouyang Nana in front of them...

Clearly...

Ouyang Nana had been recognized...

However, these people were quite well-behaved; their faces were bursting with excitement, but they refrained from shouting and screaming—it was just the typical excitement of seeing a celebrity, incomparable to the insanity of fanatic fans...

...

After a simple sound check, the melodious sound of the cello filled the air once again.

The elegant and pure notes wafted into everyone’s ears with the breeze~

Although Ouyang Nana wore no professional performance attire as she played the cello, her whole demeanor still radiated grace and nobility... Continue reading on NovelBin.Côm

Gu Heng watched Ouyang Nana intently, his gaze tilting slightly, becoming completely immersed in her exquisite face...

As Ouyang Nana played alone for quite a while without Gu Heng joining in, and the song was about to reach the chorus, she had to signal him with her eyes to bring him back from his distraction...

Realizing his cue, Gu Heng swiftly prepared himself. The technique for violin flashed in his mind and he positioned the violin with ease between his collarbone and chest, starting to draw the bow as well...

With Gu Heng joining in, a simple instrumental became even more lively.

Ouyang had originally thought Gu Heng’s "slight understanding" of the violin was true—after all, violin and cello are instruments that, unlike the guitar which requires just a bit of learning to impress people with a couple of entry-level songs, require years of practice. Ouyang began playing the cello at the age of six, receiving lessons from acclaimed teachers, attending professional music schools, and it took her over a decade to reach her current level, which was still not particularly high...

For someone wealthy like Gu Heng, whose time was of the essence, how could he possibly devote himself to learning the violin? At most, he might have learned a couple of pieces just for fun.

But laymen watch the show; professionals see the technique.

Soon, Ouyang Nana could tell that Gu Heng’s violin skills were very high, maybe even better than her own, which left her momentarily hard to accept...

And Gu Heng, unaware of Ouyang Nana’s inner thoughts, found playing the violin for the first time quite interesting, his heart fully engrossed.

Gradually, the previously departing audience turned back, and the gathering crowd grew larger. Many foreigners also began to record the duet between Gu Heng and Ouyang Nana...

As the chorus approached, a college-aged young man sang along with the accompaniment.

"I love you, for the sprouting green shoots of spring~

I love you, for the golden heavy fruits of autumn~"

Spurred by this student, over a dozen people with Chinese faces in the crowd also began to sing, their voices growing louder, attracting the glances of the surrounding foreigners...

"I love you, for the character of the evergreen pine~

I love you, for the spirit of the crimson plum~

I love you, for the sweet cane of my hometown~

Just like milk nourishing my heart~"

In Hua Country, many songs are etched into the DNA; normally, one wouldn’t think of them, but in certain special occasions, or when some memories are awakened, these songs would resurface from the depths of slumber...

And coincidentally, "I Love You, China" was one of those emblematic songs...

Perhaps these people couldn’t compare to professional singers in technique, even those who were tone-deaf might go out of tune, but none of that mattered right now.

These people might be tourists, or working in Europe, or even those who had emigrated overseas, but they were still expressing their emotions for this familiar melody with their clumsy yet sincere voices...