Quick Wear: Boss, she won again by doing nothing

Chapter 472: Don’t be disrespectful to the gods, or you will die (34)

Xing Rong had an indifferent expression under the mask. He raised his eyes and said nothing, as if he could see the four people sitting on the second floor opposite through the wall.

The cheers outside suddenly became more intense and louder, and they cheered eagerly for the finale of the night.

Xing Rong pulled the brim of his hood even lower, "Go out."

In the private room No. 5 on the second floor...

The prince was a little surprised. "You mean, you told the Pavilion Master clearly that we came from the Imperial City, but he refused to see us?"

Waiter: “Yes.”

The prince thought that the waiter said that the Pavilion Master didn't even meet the Emperor of Gaya in order to scare them.

Unexpectedly, they claimed to be from the Imperial City, but the Pavilion Master actually refused to see them.

Why on earth is he?

Does he really have to let them reveal their identities before he agrees?

The Tenth Princess noticed that the Crown Prince and the Third Prince were silent. She smiled demurely and virtuously, took out a gold leaf from her sleeve, handed it to the waiter, and said, "We do have something urgent to see the Pavilion Master. Is there any way to make it happen?"

The waiter took the gold leaf and put it in his arms naturally, with a bright smile on his face, "Oh, sir, you don't have to be so polite!"

"Actually, if you really want to see our boss or have something to discuss, you can go directly to our young master. Our young master's status in the building is second only to the boss, so you can't go wrong by going to him."

The Tenth Princess found a breakthrough and said with great joy: "Then how can we meet your Master?"

The waiter was about to speak when he heard the cheers outside getting louder. He turned his head toward the stage and saw his boss slowly walking toward the pavilion.

The boss was about to start playing the piano, and he had to go out and see.

Pointing to the man standing in front of the third-floor window above the pavilion, he said, "Look! The man wearing a black mask is our young master."

They looked in the direction where Xiao Er's finger was pointing, and saw a man with a well-proportioned figure, broad shoulders and chest, wearing a pure white robe that fitted his perfect body and showed off his beautiful muscle curves.

The face covered by the black mask still reveals a hint of mystery, but it cannot conceal his charming temperament.

The Tenth Princess and the Twelfth Princess were a little dazed, and did not come back to their senses until the Third Prince spoke.

"What is the relationship between your young master and the Pavilion Master?"

Waiter: "Our current boss is the child of the previous Pavilion Master, and the young master is also the child brought back by the previous Pavilion Master and raised in the building since childhood."

The prince's gaze fell on the figure on the third floor, as if he was thinking about something. He then looked carefully at the black figure in the pavilion downstairs.

So, the current Pavilion Master and the young master they are talking about are not related by blood?

The Tenth Princess: "Why do you call the Pavilion Master the Boss, while the previous Pavilion Master is still honored as the Pavilion Master?"

Do these two names have different meanings?

The waiter said "Hey~" with a smile and said, "Our boss likes people to call him boss. He says it makes him look richer."

The four princes: ...

"The boss is about to start, so I'll leave first. I'm right behind the door, just call me if you need anything."

He also wanted to go outside and watch the boss play the guitar. It only happened once a month and it was a rare opportunity.

I saw a man in a black cloak sitting in front of the piano. When his hands touched the keys, beautiful melody began to flow out slowly.

His fingers danced across the keys with skill and precision, each note ringing with power and emotion.

The melody of the song is like a clear stream, flowing into the depths of the soul.