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Perhaps Matisse's words helped, and Lucas got better day by day. By the end of June, Lucas was no different than usual except that he talked less.When the doctor announced the diagnosis, Mattis knew it was time to hand over the list.

Putting a document in front of Lucas, Matisse tapped on the table and said, "The information provided here has enough weight to help you find Leo. However, I have a few conditions."

Lucas shifted his gaze from the document to his brother's face: "Say it."

"First, hand over some of the resources in your hands, at least equal to these. I know that you have done a lot of things secretly behind your back."

"can."

"Second, the family business, you have to bear the part you should bear."

"agree."

"Third, bring Leo back. I don't want to see you like that again, and I don't want my parents to be so anxious about you anymore."

"must."

Mattis pushed the file in front of Lucas: "Okay, you can take it."

Lucas didn't take it right away: "I still need your help."

In midsummer, Lucas came to Leo's homeland.Quickly adjusting his state, Lucas got busy.A few days later, he sat in front of a middle-aged man with half-white hair.

"Hello, Mr. Ding. I think you understand the purpose of my coming to you." Lucas smiled politely.

Without answering, Mr. Ding turned on the TV on the wall, and a video played.

"Mr. Constantine, your "Prometheus Bound" is eye-catching and loved by the audience, not only because of your superb painting skills, blending the characteristics of Eastern and Western painting art, and using oil to paint the artistic conception of Chinese painting , and the obvious oriental faces of the characters in the painting. Why did you make such a choice? Is it for the anniversary celebration of the establishment of diplomatic relations between the two countries?" A young female reporter interviewed the handsome painter in front of the painting.

The painter replied with a smile: "First of all, it is indeed due to the consideration of the theme of this exhibition. After all, art does not distinguish between national boundaries and races. Secondly, the model in the painting is my best friend. I benefited from his introduction to Chinese painting. I have this inspiration. To thank him, and at the same time considering that his unique temperament and appearance will make my paintings more expressive, I finally finalized this way. Finally, I would like to take this opportunity to say something to my friend who has returned to China : 'I came as promised, and I hope you will do the same.' Thank you."

Turning off the video, Mr. Ding turned his head and said, "Mr. Constantine played a good hand of cards. Do you know how much danger this will bring him?"

"I know. But I have to do this, otherwise, I will never find him." Lucas remained calm.

"You are ruining his future." Mr. Ding knocked on the table.

Lucas smiled: "He came back, was he punished?"

Mr. Ding was taken aback: "Why did we tell you about our internal handling opinions?"

"It should be more merit than demerit, especially when he retrieved the lost Chinese painting."

Mr. Ding narrowed his eyes: "You helped him?"

Lucas nodded: "You should know how much energy I have?"

"Your purpose?"

"Take Leo."

"Impossible!" Mr. Ding slapped the table, "Don't even think about it!"

"Don't be angry." Lucas put something on the table and pushed it over, "These things should be enough to exchange for his whereabouts."

Mr. Ding looked at Lucas suspiciously for a while, then stretched out his hand to open the note covering it. The content on it made him take a deep breath and stared at the small USB flash drive on the table for a while. "It's all in here?"

Lucas nodded: "Yes, tell me where he is, this thing is yours."

Putting the note back in place, Mr. Ding pushed the thing: "We will find out ourselves, and we will not sell our own people in exchange."

"However," Mr. Ding stood up and raised his chin. "I can convey what you have to say. After all, we are not unreasonable."

Lucas held the thing in his hand, stood up, and walked over: "I do have something to ask you to convey."

Mr. Ding walked slowly towards the door. When he got to the big globe, he tripped over the carpet and pressed his fingers on the globe to restore his balance.

"Are you okay?" Lucas reached out to help.With hands clasped, things change hands.

"Thank you. Please tell me." Mr. Ding let go of Lucas's hand and put his back behind his back.

"Just say that my family's secret wine has been brewed. Please ask his former colleague to get it when you are free."

It doesn't seem to be anything special.Mr. Ding nodded: "I must convey it."

"Thanks, bye."