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As long as the issues between Italy and France weren’t resolved, she couldn’t afford to relax her vigilance.
What was most impressive about Leonardo da Vinci was his unparalleled understanding and associative thinking abilities.
Even though some of the explanatory text was grammatically messy, he could roughly grasp the overall concept after just a few quick looks.
"Do you mean that we first use a piano to create a paper roll, and then use another piano to have the roll control the keys' movements?"
Hedy nodded in agreement and bent down to annotate a sectionof text.
"The first thing to make is the striking mechanism."
Medieval pianos came in two types: one struck the strings, and the other plucked them.
The early pianos had heavy keys but weak high notes, which were not as pleasant as later models.
The paper roll itself would be divided into several columns, each with different holes.
The wind would pass through those gaps to trigger air valves, which in turn would drive the wooden fingers to strike the strings.
As long as this mechanism was properly made, the rest would be no problem.
Leonardo and she talked for about two hours before he gathered the stack of drawings and closed the door.
"I'll come back later—let me think for a bit!"
Then, this farewell lasted nearly ten days.
Hedy understood this very well.
After all, to make this invention, one not only needed to understand the mechanical structure of the piano but also needed to figure out how to design the air valves.
She only needed to propose the core idea; the rest was up to fate.
On the other side, Lorenzo stared at the bill his subordinate had brought, his brow furrowed for a long time without speaking.
He had initially thought the young woman's idea was somewhat ridiculous, but he had still sent someone to investigate.
Based on his previous understanding, the Medici family, being a banking family, should have a mature and reliable business system. Occasional mismanagement wouldn’t be a major issue.
But the information Cosimo had gathered from other investigators… was very unsettling.
His genius financial manager was not only pocketing money and extorting bribes but was also secretly transferring multipleproperties under his name.
That scoundrel!
As the heir to a massive fortune, he was too busy with official matters to personally sort through hundreds of real estate investments and liquid assets, not to mention the vast and complex businesses.
These matters were originally handed over to trusted individuals or old partners arranged by his grandfather.
But the truth was, if this loophole had been discovered later, the entire vast enterprise could have been hollowed out by these parasites.
He restrained the urge to smash something, and his anger was continually suppressed by reason.
"Scoundrels!!"
Cosimo pretended not to hear anything.
It had been a long time since the lord had cursed anyone, and this situation was indeed hard to clean up.
