The piano is a new musical instrument, born in 1386 during the 20 years of rapid industrial development, conceived and manufactured by the father of the piano, Feige Barnard, 32 years ago.

In other words, the history of the piano is only a short 32 years. In these 32 years, the time of transmission and development of the piano has been very short.

Luckily, the piano is a very popular instrument in the music industry because of its wide vocal range, huge volume variations, and rich and multi-vocal sounds.

It is precisely because of these characteristics that the spread speed of the piano has reached a terrifying and unimaginable height, and it is also extremely sought after.

This directly led to the birth of many pianists and piano music.

However, the development time is short, and it is still a hard wound in the piano. To truly master the piano and make it an instrument for performance requires long, complex and boring practice.

Of course, there are exceptions, there are geniuses in every industry, and Sydney is extremely talented in the field of piano, otherwise Miles would not have found her, and this is the best way Miles can think of.

When you don't have a lot of money, it's much easier and cheaper to hire a piano genius than to hire another instrumental master.

"I knew it!" Miles clenched his fist and slammed it on the white tiles, venting the growing anger in his heart.

His actions were very secretive, and he didn't let anyone see them, after all, this banquet was very important to their family, and there could be no problems at this time.

Miles quickly composed, forced a smile, and slowly made his way through the crowd to Maledez Huntington, where his mother, Blanche Felix, and Miss Natalie Theodore, were there.

"Father, what now?"

Miss Natalie stroked her long black shawl hair lightly and said lightly, "I'll solve it!"

Her tone was flat, but there was a coldness in her tone.

"Thanks, but I don't need you to go yet, Natalie." Malediz, who was in a wheelchair, reached out to stop.

Natalie's character he knows, although she is gentle and generous, it is difficult for the other party to come up with an easy way to refute Marshall, and it is even possible to fall into it together.

"I remember Master Devitt is also there, Miles, you go to him and try to get him to help say good things, so that the problem should be solved."

De Witt, whose full name is De Witt Grote, is one of the more famous violinists in the city of Puze, and also has a certain reputation in the Kingdom of Blue. With his help in speaking, Malediz was confident that such a problem would be easily solved.

After all, among the people who attended the banquet, there were not many people who knew music, and more people who followed Marshall's words. In such a situation, the words of a well-known music master are undoubtedly more convincing.

"Yes." Miles nodded away and hurriedly began to search the crowd for the music master......

In the center of the banquet, next to the piano, Miss Sydney, who was wearing a dark green complex dress, did not say a word, and looked at the "clown" in front of her who did not understand music and piano, but still performed by herself, with angry eyes.

Seeing that no one had come forward for a long time, a smile hung on the corner of Marshall's mouth.

Hehe~ The Huntington family is really lonely, it's been so long, and not even a single servant has come to stop me.

Thinking in his heart, he looked around left and right, and spoke again: "What? I was right, and no one dared to come out and explain? ”

The words fell, and there was a sparse discussion in the banquet hall, which was no longer as quiet as before.

"What he said can't be true, right?"

"I don't know, but I've been hearing recently that something happened to the Huntington family, and it may be ......"

"I know the man who spoke, he is Marshall Huggins, the third son of Mr. Huggins of the 'Explorers Chamber of Commerce'......"

“……”

The guests who had been invited before were all curious, ready to see what would happen next. But when Marshall's questions went unanswered, they all moved, because attending an unqualified banquet would degrade their style.

By this time, Myers had already found the music maestro at a dining table, DeWitt Grote.

The DeVita is middle-aged, with a distinctive mustache at the corners of his mouth, a half-height black top hat on his tan hair, and a pot-bellied body in a suit of the same color, and is standing at the table eating a piece of cream cake.

After listening to Myers' request, DeWitt smiled and said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Myers, I'm an impartial musician, and I won't make false comments because of personal feelings." In my opinion, there are indeed many flaws in the piano performance of the young lady on stage. ”

Miles was anxious: "Mr. DeWitt, I think Miss Sydney's piano performance is still good, we should give him more chances......"

DeWitt waved his hand: "Needless to say, I will not agree to such an unreasonable request."

……

"Brian, looks like your boss is in trouble!" Arnold sat with Brian and smiled at the food on the table in front of him.

Brian asked worriedly, "Hmm...... Do you have any good ideas? I don't think that young lady should be treated like this, it's just a matter of the rich. ”

"I think so too." Arnold nodded in agreement. Then he looked at the old Shinshi across the table and asked with some curiosity, "Do you have any opinion on this matter, this Mr. Denaba?"

Denaba is a new friend of Brian and Arnold who met at a banquet, and he himself says that he is a well-traveled musician who came to Puze in search of inspiration, which is known as the land of art.

Of course, when he first came to Puze City, he did not have an invitation letter from the Huntington family, in fact, most non-private banquets do not require an invitation letter, more of a kind of etiquette and respect, and Marshall Huggins's situation is more special.

Denaba smiled and ate a piece of meatloaf and said casually, "I'm not interested in the things of the rich."

Arnold continued, "Then how can I help the helpless young lady on the stage?"

Dennaba was stunned, as if he realized something, but finally shook his head and said, "Since you recognize me, you should understand that I only want to find inspiration for music, and these locks will only waste time."

"Well, I see what you mean." Arnold shrugged, then got up and straightened his trench coat before heading for the piano in the banquet hall.

In the process, he left only one sentence.

"I'm sure you'll agree...... though"