Chapter 63

  Cost Chapter (20 points)

  Andres pushed open the door and slipped in quietly, Stacy was sleeping soundly with a smile on her face as if she had a pleasant dream. He gazed at her tenderly, thanking God, no, it should be her, she saved her, to be exact, they two did.

  After Andres came down from upstairs, Annie had already prepared dinner, authentic German cuisine. Although these people looked like kids, they had a big appetite, which made one speechless. So she prepared enough portions. There was no way Fang Mo Nan and the other three could be underestimated, whether it was brain power or physical strength, their consumption was huge.

  The content of a German family dinner is very rich: the staple food is bread, German-style fried pork chops with pepper sausage, roasted pork, vinegar-braised beef, salted pig's hands, potato soup, onion meat pie, apple filling cake, beef rolls, fried trout, pickled herring.

  Dinner was more leisurely, with everyone sitting around the table, eating and chatting.

  At this time, Andre was very talkative and humorous, always telling some anecdotes or embarrassing things that happened to him during performances or his colleagues' performances backstage. It amused everyone, and what Fang Mo heard in her ear was indeed teaching her the 'skills' of performing.

  After the storm, Fang Mo Nan carefully instructed Andres on some matters and left behind ingredients to teach Annie some simple medicinal dishes, which Stacy happened to catch when she woke up.

  They rushed back to the city with stars on their heads and moons on their feet. "No, I don't think I've eaten enough. Nannan, bring another bowl of noodles. I still have to check some data, it's going to be a late night again, I need energy."

  "Xiao Bei doesn't want to jump characters. Fang Mo Nan asked, in the end, Chinese cuisine is still delicious."

  "Come a little closer." Mo Bei said again "I'll go read for a bit first, and then I'll call you." Just finished playing the violin for a while, taking a break.

  After finishing the noodles, the three of them each had a small bowl more.

  Fang Mo Nan went to Stacy's place for three days to change her medication and check on her condition.

  A week later, Stacy got up, excited and tearful. Andres' hands trembled as he wanted to hug Stacy but was afraid of hugging her too tightly and hurting her. He jumped up and down like a young man, expressing his emotions at the moment.

  Then Andres accompanied Stacy to the hospital for a check-up, and the CT results showed that Stacy's spine had recovered normally, with the dislocated area perfectly reset.

  Jerry asked incredulously, "Murray told me you really didn't have surgery and recovered so quickly?" He looked at them with a face full of disbelief. The couple exchanged a knowing smile.

  "It's all thanks to Angel's help," Stacy said with a mysterious smile, and it was indeed the lovely little angel who cured her.

  Jerry looked at Andres, hoping to get his explanation, "The secret, I don't know specifically either. Don't ask too much, you won't understand it anyway." Andres replied, "Anyway, Mary is fine, that's all that matters."

  Fang Mo Nan's days are now enviable and jealous. Occasionally go to the exchange, trade one or two deals, next time you see it has gained a lot, of course, now she plays stocks, basically not referring to her previous life, all based on what she learned to speculate.

  The rest of the day can also be spent in space, cultivating and learning with abandon. Of course, lunchtime is still a must-come-out time, after all, Jenny is still there, otherwise she would not be able to make "small reports". At night, basically all were spent in space, not sleeping, tired then meditating and cultivating, the cultivation made rapid progress.

  In June, the greenery envelops the earth, and cars drive through it as if entering a green ocean. The mountains and fields are covered with lush forests and grasslands, and various wildflowers bloom in full glory, displaying thousands of charms and postures. It is said that since its founding, the United States has made the pursuit of ecological harmony and environmental beauty a "national policy", and every blade of grass and tree has been strictly and effectively protected nationwide. What's surprising is that almost all private houses in the US are made of wood, but not a single tree has been cut down domestically, and all timber is imported. These measures have turned the entire United States into a real "garden country". However, this does not escape the frequent occurrence of severe weather disasters, droughts, floods, hurricanes, and climate disasters that do not distinguish between countries, which from time to time come to visit the US. It seems that protecting only one's own national environment is not enough; the earth needs everyone's care.

  "Hello?" Jenny picked up. "Is this the Fang Mochenbei Guardian's residence? No skipping words." A low male voice came from the receiver.

  "Yes," Jenny replied.

  "Alright then, let's go home and tell your parents that Fang Mo Bei got into a fight with someone at school," he said.

  "Ah......" Jenny was shocked and put down, moving her chubby body, loudly patting the door and shouting, "South... South... school's, North and people fighting, calling parents?"

  Fang Mo Nan opened the door and said "done". When he picked up the phone, a busy tone appeared.

  "Knock knock." The sound of knocking on the door was heard. "Who is it at this hour?" Jennie opened the door and asked. Fang Mengnan hung up and said.

  "Alan, you're here." Alan stood outside the door watching Fang Mo Nan and the others prepare to go out.

  "Jenny, you go to university to find Xiao Yi, Alan and I will go to primary school first." Fang Mo Nan changed his shoes and went out.

  Allen followed inexplicably, and Fang Mo Nan briefly explained the general situation on the way, and the specific situation will be told at the primary school.

  The primary school is not far from home, about ten minutes away. When they arrived at the school, Fang Mo Nan and Allen found the office, where many people were peeking out of the window. It seems that gossip knows no borders, everyone is enthusiastic.

  After Fang Mo Nan and the others entered through the door, Fang Mo Bei and Ludwig stood together, seeing that they were fine, Fang Mo Nan was relieved.

  Bei looked at her and smiled even more brightly. "Are you okay? You didn't get hurt, did you?" Fang Mo Nan asked.

  "Hello Uncle Allen," Fang Mo said quietly, greeting Allen who was standing behind her.

  "No, I'm fine," said Mo Bei, shaking his hands and feet. When Mo Bei first arrived at school, he basically couldn't understand what they were saying because they spoke in dialect. However, from their eyes and expressions, he could tell that they had malicious intentions, ridicule, and disdain. Except for Ludwig's display of kindness, everyone else had a sneering or waiting-to-see-the-joke expression, or an indifferent attitude.

  After Mo Bei finished a section of her studies, she understood that she was furious at being ridiculed and demanded an apology from the person who had mocked her. As a result, she received even more ridicule. The teacher had a look of indifference and sneered. Mo Bei remembered the humiliation and ruthlessly threw the person who had mocked him out, slamming them to the ground with their four limbs in the air. Taking advantage of the fact that he had not yet reacted, Mo Bei rode on top of him and beat him up, resulting in his current appearance.

  "You're her uncle, just right" Mo Bei's white teacher, with a pointed mouth and a monkey-like face, heard their conversation and pointed at the injured person, saying "Look how she beat him up."

  Fang Mo Nan only then saw the injured person lying on the sofa, with a dark and swollen face, and a large bump on his forehead. Seeing them come in, his eyes blazed with anger, staring straight at them. It seemed that he wasn't seriously injured. "We'll talk about it later," Fang Mo Nan said. "But before that, I want Teacher to listen to an audio recording."

  Fang Mo Bei took out a recorder from his pocket and played it back.

  Although racial discrimination is widespread, once someone reports it, they will definitely be punished. Students are still okay, after all, they are minors. This teacher only waits for unemployment. As for whether there will be a school that dares to use him with this stain in the future, it is no longer within Fang Mornan's consideration.

  The teacher was stunned, "This... this..."

  Fang Mo Nan saw him trying to snatch the evidence, took out a recorder. "Put away your ridiculous idea." She took out an egg-sized goose egg stone from her pocket, and in front of the teacher, she grasped it like that, then saw powder flowing down from Fang Mo Nan's hand.

  "Ah" scared the teacher's feet back and jumped a few steps back. This newcomer, smaller than his students' heads, unexpectedly, even more terrifying.

  "Wait for my lawyer's letter." Fang Mo Nan pulled Mo Bei, gave a signal to Ludwig and Allen, opened the door and disappeared into the campus.

  But the rumor from Fang Mò Nán was even more terrifying than that from Mò Běi, spreading like it had grown wings and flying quickly throughout the campus. Whoever wanted to speak out would first touch their neck to see if there were any goosebumps.

  The Bruce Lee in the movie splits bricks with one hand, but this little girl in their school is even more terrifying, pinching stones into powder.

  "Alan can put away that silly look now." Fang Mo Nan said with a pat on his arm.

  "Ah, was it real just now? Not a dream?" Ellen finally came back to her senses, staring with wide eyes and exclaimed.

  "This can wait." Fang Mo Nan and his friends had already walked to the school gate, where they saw their aunt rushing over with a white man.

  Fang Mo Nan raised an eyebrow, "This is...?"

  "He came over and introduced himself, saying 'I'm Carlos, Snowy's, nice to meet you.'"

  Xue Er Fang Mo Nan heard him call her Little Aunt and saw that she looked angry.

  "Don't listen to him, he's just my classmate. Carlos, you see this is my two daughters." Xiaoyi said angrily, "You don't believe me that I'm married, now are you satisfied?" It can't be helped that Xiaobei and Xiaoyi really do look a bit alike.

  The little aunt took one hand and led them home, "You're out, things are settled." The little aunt asked. "Allen is here too." And nodded to Allen.

  "Mom, it's settled. I'll tell you the details when we get home." Fang Mo Nan said loudly on purpose, as they walked forward, she quietly turned her head to glance at Carlos, who was standing there like a frost-bitten eggplant.

  Carlos caught up again, "No way! You're not old enough to have a daughter that big."

  "Even this isn't, when you were promoting Chinese civilization, didn't you say that being ignorant and backward was leaving a queue, binding small feet, and getting married early? Weren't these also targets of attack?" Fang Mennan sneered.

  All he saw was his originally numb heart, thoroughly disillusioned, without a glimmer of hope. In his mind, China was just so ignorant and backward.

  Xiao Yi's heart had a sudden understanding as she grasped Fang Mo Nan's hand, smiling and saying "Let's head back home, tell me what's going on."

  They walked quickly back home, sat down on the sofa, and Fang Mengnan opened the recorder. Insulting words poured out, the mocking laughter in class was endless, and Xiao Yi gritted her teeth with anger, unable to contain it.

  "Aren't Americans fond of lawsuits? The streets are filled with lawyers, we sue them, sue them to death." Auntie slapped the tea set on the coffee table so hard that it jumped up, showing how angry she was. She had also experienced similar things during her time in America, but to a much lesser extent than what Mu Bei faced. After all, she attended university, where people learned to restrain themselves on the surface even if they were prejudiced against you. This kind of superficial madness was typical of high school students, but she didn't expect it to be so severe in elementary school as well, which must have hurt Mu Bei's young heart a lot.

  "If you resort to law, I will be a witness." Ludwig interjected at this time.

  "Right, tell them they'll lose their jobs and go bankrupt." Allen also had a look of indignation on his face, so excited, "I have plenty of lawyers."

  Fang Mo Nan was taken aback for a moment, and then he thought that Allen was a Latin American descendant who had also experienced these things. Especially in Texas, which is considered one of the states with more severe racial discrimination in the United States. Growing up in such an environment, he still managed to become the outstanding person he is today, without becoming twisted, it's really not easy.

  "Thanks," said Xiao Yi. "Nan Nan, you're not angry?" she asked strangely.

  "Getting angry won't solve anything." Fang Mo Nan looked at Mo Bei and said "Do you want to transfer schools?"

  Fang Mo Bei shook his head and said no, "It's not easy to establish authority, I don't want to start all over again in another school. This school is pretty good."

  "If that's how it is, I'll take care of it," Alan said. "Make sure no one dares to bully you after school."

  "Alright, I'll leave it to you then." Fang Mo Nan patted his shoulder. "I'm going to cook now, what do you want for dinner tonight?"

  "And Allen, don't go either, there's an empty room at home." "Ludwig, stay too, thanks for your righteous words."

  "The little brat said coolly."

  "Ah good!" Allen said happily, "Can I eat braised pork without jumping characters?"

  "Another foodie conquered by her culinary skills," Fang Mornan said.

  Allen picked up the phone and dialed a string of numbers, deciding how to deal with this matter. The boss who was bullied at school joked that if Matthew didn't take good care of the boss, he would be waiting for those people to scold him.

  After dinner, Auntie and Mo Bei went to their busy affairs, Ludwig was taken away. Jenny washed the dishes and cleaned up, Fang Mo Nan and Allen entered the study room.

  "You've come." Fang Mo Nan sat steadily on the sofa, looking at Allen as he waited for a response.

  "Oh, I'm in Philadelphia on business, so I thought I'd drop by and see how you're all doing. How's life abroad treating you? No skipping words." Allen asked.

  "It's fine, the conditions here are not bad, there's nothing I'm not used to," Fang Mo Nan said.

  Allen took out a stack of documents from his briefcase and handed them to her respectfully. "This is the performance of the Black Panther Fund for the past six months, please take a look."

  Fang Mo Nan picked it up and flipped through it casually, "Oh, Matthew hasn't read it."

  "The president said, you are in the US, this is your responsibility," Allen said. "'Hei Bao Fund' investment field is getting wider and wider, currently slowly penetrating into food, medicine, retail, machinery, energy, holding a small number of shares but all are industry leaders."

  "Hmm, it's not bad. Better than I expected." Fang Mo lifted his teacup and took a sip while scanning the investment fields, where he saw many renowned companies of later generations at reasonable prices.

  "Ellen continued, 'There are also some potential companies here, please take a look, we have a lot of room for development.'"

  Fang Mo Nan took over the list and looked at it carefully. Some companies were still very small, "I'll give this to you again in the morning."

  "Good boss, was that just now for real?" Ellen looked at her putting down the documents in her hand, clenching and unclenching her fist.

  Fang Mò Nán took out a piece of goose egg stone and threw it to him. Allen received it and examined it carefully. "It's real." He handed it back to Mò Nán.

  After Fang Mornan took over, he clenched his fist tightly and made an effort. The pebbles turned into fine sand and slipped away from the gap between his fingers.

  "Wow... Chinese Kung Fu." Allen said in surprise. "Better than Bruce Lee? That's really eye-opening."

  The next morning, Fang Mo Nan handed over the list with circles drawn on it to Allen for investment support. These were all companies with development potential.

  The lawsuit against Fang Mo's north, in the end, it turned out that Allen had no grudge against that school. He was just afraid that the world would not be chaotic, liked to watch the excitement, and perhaps felt empathy, but had no ability before, now he is paying back double. The bigger the trouble, the more excited he became. However, Allen hired a seasoned lawyer from New York. It's a bit of an overkill, of course, the lawyer's fee isn't cheap either, but it's worth it. Plus Ludwig and Andres' strong support, even the media came to join in on the excitement, the result is self-evident.

  Someone with money, public opinion and evidence, the lawsuit was almost a smooth win. After going through the judicial process, this semester has already reached the end of the term. Without any unexpected events, Mo Bei became famous in elementary school before becoming a violinist. However, Mo Bei's fame is still overshadowed by Fang Mo Nan, who has never attended school but is already famous throughout the land. In this elementary school, seven-year-old Fang Mo Bei, who is only over 1.3 meters tall and smiles every day, has become the leader among leaders, not to mention her own abilities. Her aura is even more terrifying, so no one dares to provoke her. This also made Mo Bei's life in elementary school, and even later in middle school, much lonelier. Fortunately, after this, Mo Bei never heard any indecent language again, and the environment was clean and pure.

  If he were in elementary school at home, he might still have to work hard not to fall behind. But when he got to elementary school in the US, it was like a breeze, everything became so simple, and all he needed to do was strengthen his foundation a bit, then he could fully devote himself to practicing violin. This actually made Mo Bei quite happy after this racial discrimination incident.

  As a result, she was often sent by Andres to participate in temporary performances. Although Mou Bei was young, her solid and skilled techniques were already known to some classmates who often performed together, and her youth was also a gimmick. Before the semester ended, several female students from the orchestral department approached Mou Bei, hoping to form an all-female string quartet with her.

  At the dinner table, Fang Mo Bei took a sip of soup and put down her bowl, saying to Xiao Yi, "Sister, I may not be able to come back for summer vacation." Fang Mo Nan and Xiao Yi looked at her with questioning eyes.

  "I and three other girls formed a string quartet, we're intensifying our practice for the summer performance."

  "Then Fang Mobei continued, 'I'm the second violin, Alice is the first violin, Carol is the viola and Xian Di is the cello.'"

  Fang Mo Bei was overjoyed. The opportunity to collaborate with others on a performance was just what she needed, as she had never worked with anyone before. She eagerly agreed to the offer, nodding her head repeatedly. However, this meant that her original plan to return home for summer vacation had to be changed. All she could do now was frequently call and send photos of her daily life to her parents.

  String Quartet, as the name suggests, is a form of chamber music composed of four string instruments. It typically consists of two violins, one viola and one cello, and is the most common and popular type of chamber music.

  The string quartet is a severe test for string players due to its similarity in timbre and rigorous structure. Through exquisite playing skills and perfect ensemble tacit understanding, it can express the rich connotation of music itself.

  After Andres, Beethoven, Schubert and Brahms left many important string quartets, and in the national school and impressionist schools, Dvorak, Bartok and Debussy also had excellent works, all of which were given to M?nch.

  The most important form of chamber music, and the most ideal, harmonious and classic combination in chamber music. Although this combination cannot find the grand momentum of symphony or the grand scene of opera, this style of music is based on delicate lyricism, creating a musical atmosphere like intimate conversation between people.

  Is it?

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