Godly Conceited Son-in-law

Three years ago, Guan Yang had made an agreement with Wei Qingyu — for three years, the Violent Door and Crimson Tiger Hall would not interfere in the affairs of the river.    

    

Now that Guan Yang's wings are full, Wei Qingyu will not let him continue to develop. A positive challenge is unavoidable.    

    

When Guan Yang returned home, he saw the Porsche of Shao Yuhan parked in the courtyard. He pointed impatiently at the car and said to Guan Wu, "Find someone and send the car back to her tomorrow."    

    

"Yes, Young Lord."    

    

Then, Guan Yang made another call.    

    

"Guan Er, how is Li Xiaonian?"    

    

"Young Lord, don't worry. He hasn't done anything abnormal so far, but he has nowhere else to go. After wandering the streets for an entire day, he is now sleeping at the intersection of Haojing Road."    

    

"Have you identified his weaknesses? I mean, the woman he was crazy about. "    

    

"Yes, I have. Guan San used the official restricted secret authority to obtain the information. The people who sent out to verify the information also got the confirmation. The information is accurate."    

    

"Alright." "Find out who did this to Poseidon Group. Give me the answer in two days," Guan Yang said. "Also, send someone to protect her and not make any mistakes. She is a crucial chess piece for me."    

    

Entering the room, Guan Yang saw his aunt and mistress busy in the kitchen. He didn't expect Luo Wanjun to cook for them today.    

    

Mystic One sat in the living room with a contented look as she read through the newspaper. From time to time, she would glance at her ill-intentioned disciple. An ominous premonition welled up in her heart.    

    

"Surnamed Xuan, I heard you have a small treasury?" Guan Yang sat beside Mystic One, his arm wrapped around Mystic One's shoulder as he smiled mischievously.    

    

"What nonsense is this!" Mystic One hurriedly covered Guan Yang's mouth and nervously looked in the direction of the kitchen. "Brat, is there anyone who framed Master like you?" What an unfilial disciple! If your mistress were to hear it, she'll have to give me another month's face! "    

    

"You must be feeling guilty about being a thief, right?" Guan Yang giggled and said, "Relax, we are on the same side. I can pretend I didn't see you raise a mistress, but you have to promise me one condition."    

    

Mystic One looked at him suspiciously. "Brat, you can't possibly have stirred up some huge trouble outside and can't get rid of it, right? If that's the case, then it would be useless for you to tell me about it. Your ancestor did not allow us to fight in the secular world, you know. "    

    

"No, I have a way to solve the problem that I've caused. I'm not that bad of a loser."    

    

"Then what do you want me to promise you?"    

    

Guan Yang looked into Mystic One's eyes and said, "Now, I want the control of your estate, complete control over it."    

    

Mystic One: "..."    

    

In the three years that Guan Yang had been gone, the Guan Group had been building on the history of the Ouyang Family's Sky Dragon Group and had expanded their influence throughout the country. The members of the Celestial Sect of Wonders, including the Ouyang Family and the Luo Family, each owned a certain amount of properties.    

    

Of course, these businesses would all belong to Guan Yang sooner or later. It's just that he had more important tasks on his hands. Grandmaster Xuan Jiu's meaning was that he shouldn't worry about the family business for the time being.    

    

Mystic One said in a troubled tone, "You know that I, your master, would never ask about the company's affairs. Other than an empty shell, I don't have any real profits."    

    

Guan Yang shrugged and said, "It is because you are too lazy to care that you should leave it to me. Of all the companies in the country, your company's performance is the worst, would grandmaster let you go?" Can Mistress think highly of you? "That's why giving it to me is the most sensible choice. If I were to do it, I will put the credit to you."    

    

"…"    

    

Mystic One considered the question for a moment, then slapped her thigh and said, "Fine then. You can do whatever you want. Even if it goes out of business, your grandmaster won't be willing to do anything to you."    

    

"Deal." Guan Yang patted Mystic One on the shoulder with a smile plastered on his face.    

    

"… …"    

    

Broadway Opera House, New York, USA.    

    

There were thousands of people sitting in the empty concert hall. There were many holes in the hall, and not a single seat was left empty. People were moving around side by side, but not a single noise could be heard. Only the soft sound of breathing could be heard.    

    

If you are a classical music fan, you will find that the audience in the first row is all the famous composers, conductor and performers of our time. They used to dedicate wonderful music to the stage, but now they listen to the piano on the stage as spectators.    

    

An old man could not help but cough before immediately covering his mouth. His eyes carried an apologetic look as he nodded to the audience on both sides.    

    

He was a famous British conductor, Gardiner, and was renowned in the classical world of music, but today, even he could only keep quiet.    

    

On the stage was a grand piano shining with brilliant light.    

    

In front of the piano was an oriental beauty dressed in gorgeous clothes.    

    

Ouyang Ruo Lan relied on these two albums to make the world realize her talent, and she didn't even hesitate to praise her as the "Queen of the Piano". However, because these two albums were studio albums, people couldn't help but question her true level, saying that her beautiful notes were all synthesized, that her brilliant skills were all processed in the later stages, and that she was only relying on her looks to win the admiration of her fans.    

    

Today, Ouyang Ruo Lan had loudly and loudly slapped these people's faces during their first performance.    

    

Many of the music masters sitting in the first row had actually come with the mindset of picking fault, but when Ouyang Ruo Lan's slender fingers came in contact with the black and white keys, they suddenly realized that they had lost the right to be picky, and only the desire to admire them remained.    

    

At the end of the last melody, Ouyang Ruo Lan slowly stood up and faced the audience. She gracefully bowed to the audience, and everyone solemnly stood up and bowed back to her. After that, the applause from the audience lasted for a long time.    

    

Facing these spectators, faced with the flashing lights from all over the world's major media outlets, Ouyang Ruo Lan suddenly had something she wanted to say. She felt that this was an opportunity.    

    

So she said, "Thank you, thank you, thank you from the bottom of your hearts. I would like to say that music is the whisper of the soul, so it has no boundaries, no language restrictions, as long as it is full of emotion, can move anyone. The beautiful melody originates from the good heart, the good heart originates from the good person, I am willing to play the world's best song, because my heart lives in the world's best person. The only one. "    

    

The audience and the reporters were all in an uproar. The famous empress of the piano, who had made such a passionate confession at her personal debut, had undoubtedly aroused their burning desire for gossip.    

    

In the corner of the audience stands, a young man was staring greedily at Ouyang Ruo Lan on stage.    

    

"You can't escape from my grasp." He said in a low voice, "If it's not mine, then it's dead. I can only choose one of the two options."