March 29, 2019, morning.

In a mansion in Crystal County.

Every morning, Muhammad would sit in his spacious living room, have a hot breakfast and a pot of freshly brewed Longjing, and today is no exception.

Because he likes to listen to some music while having breakfast, there is a set of speakers next to the wall opposite his dining table. A set of speakers is so expensive that people can't help but confirm two or three times after hearing the price.

As it is said in a movie: "Standing in front of such a device, if you close your eyes, you think someone is really playing or singing in front of you."

Today, Mohammed played the first suite of Bach's a cappella cello in G major, one of his favorites.

This...is a sign that he is in a good mood.

As the music flowed, he even closed his eyes several times, raised the chopsticks in his hand and waved them gently, showing an intoxicating look on his face.

However, at this moment, at the junction of Eurasia, countless creatures are dancing in the hell of blood and fire.

A tragedy that later became known as the "Iron Curtain Flame" was staged on the morning of this day.

Since the "Doom Destruction" incident more than a hundred years ago, humans have not experienced the damage of this scale of war in more than a century; for most people living in this era, "One day, a flash of light and a scorching wave of air suddenly appeared, taking away your life and everything around you" is something they would never imagine.

Therefore, when this harm comes without warning, they will be particularly shocked, helpless, sad, angry...

But at that time, no one knew who was doing this large-scale indiscriminate bombing against several counties; under the propaganda offensive that the Federation had prepared, almost all the people believed that this was atrocities of the rebels.

Beep

Just as Muhammad was enjoying music, food, and "victory", the tablet he placed on the table suddenly rang.

Hearing the sound, he glanced at the screen and found that it was an unregistered unfamiliar number who sent him a request for video communication. After hesitating for a moment, he still stood up his tablet and clicked the "Turn on" button.

"Do you know me?" Zilin did not be polite to the other party. As soon as the picture came out, he asked this question bluntly.

"Of course I know you are Zilin..." Muhammad responded in his unusually hoarse voice and calm tone, "You are talking about the cross now, right?"

Zilin did not answer this question, but asked back: "Are you talking about the tea banquet now?"

Muhammad understood what the other party meant: "The tea banquet has always been decided by members code-named 'Longjing', you should know this."

Zilin shrugged: "There has never been any real person to talk about the cross, you should know this too."

"That's it..." Muhammad sneered, "Ha, then you don't seem to be qualified to chat with me." As he said that, he picked up the chopsticks he had just put down, picked them up on the table, and prepared to continue to have a meal.

"If every time I hear the word 'qualification' I can get a dollar from a lowly person like you, I will definitely be a millionaire now." Zilin said.

"Note your wording, young man." Muhammad was not angry when he was scolded, but just put the food in his mouth leisurely and sucked it for a few seconds with satisfaction.

"The wording I use is just describing obvious facts, and it is nothing wrong." Zilin continued with a smile, "You sit there like a Chinese breakfast, drinking good tea, but playing music that is incompatible with it to be arty. This is called incongruity; your hand holding the chopsticks is too far forward and you don't even cross the middle line, this is called poor appearance; when you are aligning the chopsticks, you hold the table, this is called vulgarity; when you are eating, you are holding the chopsticks, this is called vulgarity; when you are eating, you are holding the table.

If you like to suck in your mouth for a few seconds, it is called poverty; if you have violated so many taboos of traditional rules but don’t know it, it is called ignorance; if you get the name of “Longjing”, you take it for granted, it is called arrogance; if you have a play of thief calling for catching thieves, you think it is superb and has been accomplished, it is called stupidity; if you do not show the respect and awe of the due to conversation with the old man who is a member of the cross, it is called death...

"To sum up, your stupid, vulgar, ignorant, arrogant, and inappropriate fool actually thinks that I need the so-called 'qualification' when talking to you, which is called giving face to you...that is, being lowly."

When Zilin said this, Muhammad froze and his face became very ugly.

Muhammad has never been criticized like this in his life. What is most annoying is that he can't find a point to refute.

"I'm here to contact you today, just to tell you two things." Zilin continued without waiting for his answer, "First, don't think that what you did ended the troubled times, on the contrary... that's just the first scene of this big show."

He paused and continued, "The second thing..." Someone thought of something, Zilin suddenly showed a malicious smile, "Do you think the person who made this song at this moment Bach who created it? Or the musician who played it?"

"What do you mean?" Muhammad did not directly respond to this question that sounded like a trap.

"What I mean is... If the 'tea banquet' is a song, I hope you can play it more attentively." Zilin smiled, "When Bach comes to slap you in the face, you can at least defend yourself with 'do your best'."

Muhammad stared at Zilin for a few seconds, but he really couldn't figure out the other party's implicit sound, so he replied with four words: "I don't know what's up."
Chapter completed!