"I also advise..."

Before the bodyguard finished speaking, he was suddenly hit on the chest by someone, his eyes widened, his face showed an expression of disbelief, and then he fell down in a daze.

Until he died, he probably didn't know what was going on.

Seeing this, the other bodyguards felt as if they were facing a formidable enemy.

After Burt in the lounge heard about this, he showed a very angry attitude. For a high-profile artist like him, there was no one who made an appointment in advance. How could he be qualified to meet him.

"No matter who it is, tell him to get out, and warn him not to offend me, otherwise I will let him have no chance of surviving here." Burt scolded angrily.

As soon as the words were spoken, the door of the lounge was kicked open, and the bodyguards outside the door had all fallen down.

"Great artist, you really have a bad temper." Nangong Boling walked into the lounge with a smile on his face.

"No matter who you are, get out right now, otherwise, don't blame me for being rude, do you know who I know?" Burt threatened Nangong Boling.

As the world's largest hidden rich man, in the eyes of Nangong Boling, these so-called artists are no different from street performers.

"Of course I know, in this country. You are backed by the royal family, but I happen to know such a person, and I have already notified him. I believe he is already on his way." Nangong Boling said lightly.

Burt smiled dismissively. Only when Nangong Boling was bragging with him.

But not long after, the appearance of a blond old man made Burt tremble all over.

Isn't this the royal figure he knew?

"Mr. Nangong." The old man walked to Nangong Boling and shouted respectfully.

This move made Bert couldn't believe his eyes. As the almost supreme figure in this country, he actually showed a humble side to others!

"This piano player is your friend?" Nangong Boling asked lightly. Master Gaoqin, a top artist, seems to be a piano player in his eyes.

"Mr. Nangong, I do have a deep friendship with him, but if he offends you, I will no longer be friends with him." The old man said.

"No offence, but I plan to let him be my great-granddaughter's teacher. What do you think?" Nangong Boling asked.

"With his early piano accomplishments, he is definitely the best candidate, and it is his honor." After the old man finished speaking, he glanced at Burt.

Burt hurriedly said, "Mr. Nangong, this is my honor, how could I refuse?"

Nangong Boling smiled lightly, the so-called great artist is nothing more than that.

"Since this is the case, then you should cherish this honor. I heard that there is another person who is very good at drawing. His name is Stanford. Can you contact him?" Nangong Boling asked Burt.

"He and I are old friends. If Mr. Nangong wants to find him, I can help." Bert nodded.

"Okay, tell him, let him go to Huaguo within three days. Both of you will be teachers to my great-granddaughter." Nangong Boling said.

Burt has a question that is very curious. He wants to know how old Nangong Boling's great-granddaughter is. After all, both piano and painting require talent. If the period of talent development is missed, even if the two of them are masters, it will be useless.

"Mr. Nangong, how old is your great-granddaughter?" Burt asked.

"Less than a hundred days." Nangong Boling said.

"No... less than a hundred days!" Burt looked at Nangong Boling in astonishment, a child who couldn't even walk. What to learn to paint on the piano?

Nangong Boling frowned in dissatisfaction, and said, "What's the matter, do you have any opinions? Although my great-granddaughter doesn't understand anything now, isn't she worthy of being your student?" JrNovels.com