160: Chapter 161 Trying to show off by playing the piano at my party? I just smashed the piano.
Long Aotian's gaze was so intense it was as if he wanted to swallow Qin Yuan alive.
Qin Yuan watched him, that look of unshakeable confidence, ready to stun the crowd.
He almost couldn't hold back his laughter.
Did this idiot forget whose event this is today?
Trying to show off and provoke me on my own turf?
Before Long Aotian's fingers could touch the keys,
"Snap." A crisp sound of finger-snapping drowned out the whispers in the hall.
Qin Yuan lowered his hand.
Standing behind him, those two Shadow Guards, two meters tall and like iron towers, moved.
The two were wearing black combat uniforms, without helmets.
Their heavy tactical boots stepped on the marble floor, making a dull "thud-thud" sound.
Every step felt like it was treading on people's hearts.
The crowd subconsciously made a path for them.
The two walked to both sides of that pure white Steinway piano.
Long Aotian was still there with his eyes closed, finding his state, brewing his emotions.
Both hands raised high, the pose was quite dramatic.
The next second.
The two Shadow Guards bent down, each grabbing a piano leg.
Muscles strained against their combat uniforms.
"Hey!" A low growl.
The two exerted force simultaneously.
This top-tier concert piano, weighing over a thousand jin, was just lifted up by them!
Long Aotian only felt darkness before his eyes.
A cold breeze hit his face.
He opened his eyes abruptly.
The piano that was supposed to be in front of him was gone.
His hands were still suspended in mid-air, gesturing in the air like an idiot.
"What are you doing?!" Sun Xueer screamed from the side, her face turning pale.
"This is my grandfather's favorite..."
"Clang!" A deafening crash.
That Steinway worth millions was lifted directly over their heads by the two Shadow Guards.
And then.
It was slammed hard onto the hard marble floor.
The expensive solid wood piano body shattered instantly.
The internal cast iron plate deformed, the strings snapped.
Making a harsh, piercing "twang" sound, as if something was screaming.
Flying wood chips and keys splattered everywhere.
A black piano key flew over and hit Long Aotian on the forehead, leaving a red mark.
The whole room was dead silent.
Everyone was stunned.
They forgot to swirl the red wine glasses in their hands and just froze in place.
This is the Commander-in-Chief's family banquet.
Who dares to act wildly here? And with such a crude method as smashing a piano!
"Oops, my hand slipped."
Qin Yuan walked over slowly from the bar.
His leather shoes crunched on the wood chips, making a "crunch-crunch" sound.
He looked down at the wreckage on the ground, shaking his head in feigned regret.
"The quality of this piano is poor; it fell apart as soon as it was dropped."
"Young Master Qin, this..."
The Sun Family's head butler wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and ran over.
"This piano was specially..."
"How much is it?"
Qin Yuan didn't wait for him to finish, interrupting directly.
"This..." The butler swallowed, looking at the fragments on the ground.
"It was custom-made from Germany, about... over five million."
Qin Yuan nodded and reached into his pocket.
He took out a black gold card, holding it between two fingers.
"A-Fu."
"Yes, Young Master."
A-Fu walked up carrying that black leather suitcase.
"Go, swipe fifty million, consider it as a shock-calming fee for Commander-in-Chief Sun. The rest is for cleaning fees."
Qin Yuan threw the card to the butler.
The butler caught it in a panic, sweat pouring even more from his forehead.
"This... this cannot be done, Young Master Qin..."
"I told you to take it, so take it. Why all the nonsense?"
Qin Yuan was a bit impatient and tugged at his tie.
The tie was making his neck a bit itchy.
"Qin Yuan! What do you mean?!"
Sun Xueer realized what happened, pointed at Qin Yuan's nose, and trembled with anger.
"Are you deliberately targeting Long Aotian!"
"Targeting him?"
Qin Yuan turned his head to look at Sun Xueer.
He looked her up and down.
The dress is quite white, but her brain isn't very good.
"What kind of thing is he, to be worthy of me targeting him?"
Qin Yuan chuckled, his tone full of disdain.
"I just think the sound of this broken piano is too noisy, it's affecting my drinking."
"You!" Sun Xueer was choked with anger.
"Young Master Qin, you've gone too far!"
Long Aotian, who hadn't spoken until now, finally couldn't hold back.
He clenched his fists, the veins on the back of his hands bulging.
His face was livid.
The perfect opening that was supposed to amaze everyone was ruined by Qin Yuan's smash.
It's like you've already taken off your pants, and someone kicks the door open.
Frustrating.
It's so damn frustrating.
"Too far?"
Qin Yuan took a step forward.
He was half a head taller than Long Aotian, looking down at him.
"At my banquet, playing a piano I paid to sponsor. You didn't even say a word, isn't that going too far?"
"This is the Sun Family's banquet!" Long Aotian gritted his teeth and retorted.
"Without the ten billion that my Qin Family poured in, this Sun Family estate would have been drinking the northwest wind long ago."
Qin Yuan sneered.
"Ask the butler, the red wine and pastries at this banquet, even the carpet you're standing on, which one wasn't bought with my Qin Family's money?"
The butler kept his head down, pretending not to hear.
Everyone knows this clearly; the Qin Family is now the biggest financial backer in China.
More than half of the military's expenses are secretly supported by the Qin Family.
"You are bullying people with your power!"
Long Aotian's chest heaved violently, his breathing rapid.
In his past life, he was a Soldier King who relied on his fists.
In this life, he has a system and thought he could crush others with talent.
Unexpectedly, this person surnamed Qin doesn't play by the rules at all.
He just flips the table directly.
"I am bullying you with my power, so what?"
Qin Yuan leaned in a bit, his voice low, audible only to the two of them.
"A retired soldier from a pig farm. Relying on some petty, sneaky skills, you want to climb over my head?"
Long Aotian's pupils shrank.
Pig farm?
How does he know about my past life's experiences?!
Impossible, this is absolutely impossible!
"You... what are you talking about, I don't understand."
Long Aotian forced himself to remain calm, but his eyes were drifting.
"It doesn't matter if you don't understand."
Qin Yuan stepped back and patted the dust off Long Aotian's shoulder.
"You just need to remember one thing."
"Here, I am the rule."
He turned around, looking at the piano fragments all over the floor.
"A perfectly good banquet, ruined by you."
Qin Yuan pursed his lips.
Long Aotian stood where he was, his fists clenched, making a rattling sound.
He felt everyone's gaze pricking his back like needles.
Mockery, contempt, pity.
In this life, he has never suffered such great humiliation.
His fingers were still frozen in mid-air, maintaining the piano-playing posture.
A bit ridiculous.
He looked at the piano wreckage on the ground, his handsome face twisted with extreme anger.
His Adam's apple bobbed twice.
He forced himself to swallow a mouthful of blood-tinged saliva.
He squeezed a few words out from between his teeth.
"You... you are insulting art!"