Insurance?

Mujango's face turned red.

Before the old man closed the door, he reached out to block the door and said anxiously: "I don't sell insurance."

“I don’t buy health products either.”

"I..." Django held back his temper, "Do you see that I am like a salesperson?"

Tan Ming looked at Mujahgo carefully for a while again, "It looks quite like."

Django was so angry that he was about to reveal his identity, when the old man through a door seemed to suddenly see something that excited him, a light flashed in his originally impatient gaze.

"You...you are..."

Thinking that he finally recognized himself, Mujagao smiled proudly on the corner of his mouth, "Yes, cough! I'm Mu..."

"Mu Junyou!" Tan Ming pushed away Mu Jamgo who was about to introduce himself and looked at Mu Junyou behind him, "I'm not dazzled, right?"

While saying that, he rubbed his eyes a few times, confirmed that he was right, and hurriedly met Mu Junyou, "It's really you. I like the song you played. Oh, I'm not dreaming, right?"

Mu Junyou replied calmly: "You didn't dream, I am Mu Junyou."

"Why did you come to me?" Tan Ming looked flattered and turned his back, "Please come in, please come in."

When Mu Junyou entered the door, Django was about to step, but the door was thrown up, and he was almost locked outside.

What!

This smelly old man!

Django looked angry.

Before entering the living room, he saw a piano placed in the lobby. He thought that this old man could play the piano, no wonder he knew Mu Junyou.

After arranging Mu Junyou to sit down, Tan Ming kept talking about his favorite piano music, which was exactly like a fan.

Although he is old, whenever he mentions piano, he will immediately become as passionate as a young man.

"I also like your "Saint Paul's Third Concerto", but the difficulty is so unparalleled that it is not only the chord parts, but the tone is also changing repeatedly.

There are clear conversions between multiple tones within one second, and few people can do it.

Only a talented pianist like Master Mu can write such a piece and play it without any mistakes.”

Tan Ming wanted to say something else, and Mujahgo coughed hard a few times.

Because he was interrupted when talking to his idol, the old man seemed very unhappy and turned his head to glar at Mujajara, "Why are you still here for insurance? Have I let you in?"

"Damn! Old guy, what are your eyes? I said I'm not a insurance seller."

"I care what you sell. If you want to stay at my house, don't interrupt me and interrupt my conversation with the master."

"You..." Django felt like he was going to be autistic.

He winked at Mu Junyou. Seeing that the other party was cold and indifferent, he ignored him and said anxiously: "Mu Junyou, you are saying something! We are not here to talk about the piano when we look for this old man."

"Didn't you say that chatting with people should be progressive and you should understand the worldly ways of life?" Mu Junyou's voice was cold, "I think I should talk about the piano first, and then ask what I want to ask. He should be willing to tell me."

Django covered his face awkwardly, "Just be clear about these things in your heart, why do you say them?"

In order to ease the awkward atmosphere, he walked forward and prepared to explain his purpose to Tan Ming, but was pushed away by the old man.

After pushing Mujahgo away with disgust, the old man with gray hair looked at Mu Junyou with a sincere face, "Master, you are a paradise. You don't need to learn those worldly things. What do you want to ask me, I will tell you everything."

"I want to ask you about someone."

"Inquiry? Who?"

"About thirty-eight years ago, was there a boy named Yao Ye in the orphanage where you served as the dean? He was seven years old when he was adopted, and the adopter was Mu Cambrian, the former president of Sancheng Group."

After Mu Junyou asked, Tan Ming's expression changed for a moment.

Seeing that he didn't say anything for a long time, Django said anxiously: "Old man, you are talking! Are there too many people and you don't remember?"

"He remembers!"

Mu Junyou said very surely.

Although he couldn't understand what the expression on Tan Ming's face meant, he could see that compared with before, his expression had obviously changed.

If he doesn't remember Yao Ye, there shouldn't be any emotional changes.

"How do you know he remembers?" Mujagango said in confusion. "I think he is so old, he is 80% already confused. It is normal not to remember."

Tan Ming was too lazy to pay attention to Mu Danggo, so he pretended that he had not heard him speak and said to Mu Junyou: "Master Mu, you are not wrong. I do remember Yao Ye, this child, I don't know why you asked him?"

"I can't tell you the reason."

"Oh, okay..."

The old man sat on the chair beside Mu Junyou.

"I have worked in Changqiao Welfare Home for thirty years. Yao Ye is the most impressed child of me. He was left outside the welfare home by his mother. When I picked him up, he was only less than ten days old and was as young as a cat."

"You gave him the name Yao Ye?" Django asked with difficulty.

Tan Ming shook his head, "No, it was his mother who took it. He wrote it on a note, saying that he was not able to raise him, but gave him the name "Yao Ye", hoping to recognize him again in the future.

Unlike other children abandoned by their parents in the yard, Yao Ye is a very optimistic boy who always smiles brightly with a sunny smile.

He took the note he left to him with him, and he always hoped to recognize him one day."

Tan Ming still remembers it was a summer.

All the children were in the yard, hoping to be selected by the tall and handsome man who appeared in the orphanage.

A man has a momentum in every move, unlike ordinary people. The most important thing is that he drives a luxury car to the welfare home.

People who can drive imported cars are definitely either rich or noble, and being chosen by such people is the dream of children.

That day, Yao Ye was the only one who slipped away.

It was evening when he came back from football. He was dirty and sweaty all over. When he smiled, he showed his white teeth and his whole body seemed to be emitting light.

"Dean, I'm back!"

"Yao Ye, why are you so disobedient? I told you not to go out to play today, you insist on running around."

Yao Ye stuck out his tongue mischievously, "Is it going to punish me to sweep the floor or clean the window this time?"

At this time, the man sitting in the office stood up from the shadows, and his tall body quickly covered Yao Ye.

He looked at Yao Ye for a while, his voice was sonorous and powerful, and it was impossible to refuse, "Dean, this is the child."

"Ah?" Tan Ming was surprised, "Mr. Mu, do you want to adopt Yao Ye? His child is very naughty, I'm afraid..."

The man with heroic spirit all over his body interrupted, "I don't want to say the repetition of the second time."

"Hey! Who are you? Why do you talk to the dean like this?" The little Yao Ye raised his head and looked angry, "If you want to adopt me, do I have to follow you? I tell you, I don't agree!"
Chapter completed!