Tanzhou?

That extremely valuable luxury villa district?

It is said that there are only eighteen villas in the entire Tanzhou, and none of them are worth less than 200 million yuan.

They think Sister Nian owns a house in Tanzhou?!

"I forgot, Niannian, you're so good at the cello, you must have your own cello. Are you going to lend me your cello?" Tang Qiuya asked.

“Hmm,” Jiang Nian looked at Tang Qiuya, “The convention center is not far from Tanzhou, and the zither can be delivered in fifteen minutes.”

“I’ve been helping you train these past few days. I’ll adjust the pitch for you in a bit and get it to the range that suits you best.”

"As for the tone and quality of the instrument, you don't need to worry, it should be better than yours."

The tone and texture of the piano are better than hers.

The violin that Tang Qiuya herself has always used is worth millions and was made by a famous Italian luthier.

It's already considered a piano with a very high-quality tone.

Is Jiang Nian's zither better than hers?

Fifteen minutes later, Lin Qian, dressed in a suit and looking travel-worn, handed the violin case to Jiang Nian: "Miss, I've brought your things."

"Thank you for your hard work, Lin Qian." Jiang Nian bent down, opened the violin case, and took out the cello.

Upon seeing Qingjiang reciting the zither, Tang Qiuya's pupils dilated in shock.

Her eyes widened, and she couldn't utter a complete sentence, stammering, "Niannian... this, this wouldn't be Antonio's Eternal Song, would it?"

Someone asked, "What is the Eternal Song? Is Sister Nian's violin really that amazing?"

Tang Qiuya finally recovered.

He made an eight with his hands.

"This violin costs eight million?!" someone exclaimed.

Tang Qiuya took a deep breath.

"It's 80 million, and that's a conservative estimate. And without connections, it's simply impossible to buy one."