Terrorist attacks

Lin Xin was about to have a fit, so he looked to the side. There were 4 or 5 people standing, and the mixed-race man was looking at him not far away, with a tall and straight figure and a delicate face.His pupils were light in color, and his eyes were cold, like a deep pool without waves, but it was shocking, as if he was going to be sucked into it.

Being stopped by these people twice, Lin Xin tried his best to suppress his anger.

He specially went to learn judo for a while, and his skills are very good.It can be seen that those black people are bodyguards, and he can handle one or two, but there are so many, and it is on the border of others.Lin Xin smiled, stood up straight and smoothed the cuffs again.

"Why is it you again?" The black man was very close to him, looking at him through the headlights.

"My car keys slipped under that car, is it your car?"

The black nods.Xin Lin said:

"That's better. Please move the car, thank you."

Before the black man could answer, a white man approached beside him. He was about 30 years old and very capable.He groped carefully at the base of the car and its surroundings, then picked up the key on the ground and threw it to Lin Xin in the air.

Lin Xin took the key, thanked him, and turned to drive.

The white man signaled the driver to drive, then walked to the rear of the car:

"Sir, the car has not been tampered with."

Joe nodded in a low voice:

"There are a lot of things going on recently, so don't be careless. In addition, follow that person closely and meet him twice. It's a coincidence. If not, you can figure it out."

Lin Xin went to a bar nearby, and his friend had already arrived.

He stepped forward, ordered a glass of beer, and sat down:

"I'm sorry, something happened and I was delayed for a while."

My friend is Su Yuan, who immigrated to California when he was a child, and has been a lawyer for several years. Lin Xin felt that he knew something about the Williams family, so he stopped talking and asked him straight to the point.

Su Yuan was not surprised, took a sip of wine, and said with a smile:

"Why, you want to cooperate with HOC company?"

Lin Xin nodded, and roughly explained his thoughts, Su Yuan shook his head:

"He will not cooperate with you. As far as I know, he is discussing this case with the British. They have cooperated for many years. Williams is absolutely dominant in the cooperation. There is no need to take risks and sign with you.

Lin Xin thought about it too, and decided to go one last time tomorrow, and left if it didn't work.

As a result, the next day, I took two assistants there and stayed in the small conference room for a long time. I was told that there was no chance of cooperation.

Lin Xin thought in his heart that he really had something to say to Su Yuan, so he called him when he got out of his company, and said that it shouldn't take so long, and that he would have a good fortune as soon as possible.

Su Yuan smiled, saying that you can't afford to offend the Williams family, if there is no opportunity for cooperation, it's better to withdraw as soon as possible.

Qiao Yisheng sat in the office, facing the projection screen on the wall in front of him, and the people inside sat quietly, occasionally whispering to the two people around him.It wasn't until the assistant came over and told him that he couldn't cooperate anymore, and he didn't see any obvious disappointment, which was completely expected, nodded and shook hands, and then said that he looked forward to the next opportunity to cooperate.

"Sir, this is the guy we met at the Hilton last time. I just checked. In addition to being the director of Zhonghuang, he also runs a law firm."

"Keep following him."

Lin Xin returned to the hotel, it was still early, he packed his luggage, and planned to leave for France the next day.He used to study there, and he has a wider network of contacts, and there are many cooperative companies there. Although it is not the most ideal choice, he has a great chance of success.

Called the assistant, all went out, he looked at his watch, it was quite late.I remembered that the old man at home said last time that he saw a few landscape paintings. The artistic conception was open and quite good. He knew what his grandfather liked. .

He knows that there are several art galleries in California, and the paintings in them are very good, all purchased from various places, and there are many Chinese paintings, but he himself is a big layman, and he doesn't know how to distinguish good from bad, and there are few people around him who understand this. While watching this, the TV was on in the room, but he fell asleep.

It was already midnight when I woke up, my stomach was empty, I had to get up to find something to eat, and went to take a bath again, but I couldn't fall asleep anyway.

Finally, on the second day, I went to several art galleries, but I still couldn’t find any satisfactory paintings. After thinking about it, I’d better go back and talk about it. It’s normal to find good things in a hurry.

Just walk slowly along the street, and look around from time to time into the small shops on both sides. This street is very distinctive. Most of them are small shops selling art. The things are not expensive but exquisite, imitating medieval armor and ancient feathers. Pens, Egyptian-style masks, dizzying.

Lin Xin walked for a while, and was attracted by the layout of a small shop, so he couldn't help but stop, and stood aside to look carefully.

There is a horizontal plaque on the top of the store, which reads "Guyixuan". The wall is made of black and blue bricks. Below the wooden door is a horizontal sill, which has been stepped on a lot, and the middle is slightly sunken, which shows that the business is excellent.

Lin Xin went in, and there were a few tourists, looking around, the store was not big, and there was a hut inside, the owner was indeed a Chinese, over 60 years old, and there was a big abacus on the counter, the surrounding seemed to be When it was about to fall off, it was tied with string and held in place very well.

Lin Xin looked around first, quickly locked on a few pictures, and approached.

"Sir, do you want to draw?"

"Let me take a look first, are all the authentic products here?"

"There is nothing authentic or not. The shop is small and I don't have the capital to manage your paintings. It's just that I have a few friends who are famous, and I sent a few paintings to hang in the shop. If you don't sell them, press them." The scene. In addition, I will collect some I like and put them in the store to make a living.”

Lin Xin nodded and continued to read.

Suddenly, in the corner, a painting was covered by most of it, and it was pressed under other works, and only a sun was vaguely seen, which was bright red and very dazzling.

Lin Xin seemed to be drawn by someone, and immediately walked over, opened the painting on it, and looked at it carefully.

Traditional Chinese paintings are generally fresh and distant, and it is rare to see such strong colors. I don't know what the author thinks.

Until the other half was uncovered, and the whole painting was presented in front of me, the mood was immediately led to a turn, as if the bright sun was an illusion, and there was a deep silence, an endless pool, and green water all around. The water stretches slowly, and there is only one family and a few green bamboos on the side.

Although the contrast is strong, the transition is very good, and there is no sense of abruptness and mess.

Lin Xin pulled out the painting and smoothed it slowly:

"Master, I want this one."

The shopkeeper put on the reading glasses, walked over slowly, looked at it for a while, then shook his head: "This one is not good, please choose another one, sir."

Lin Xin was silent for a while, but insisted:

"But I really like it, you can think about it."

"This one is temporarily placed with me. He will frame it himself when he has time later. But wait a minute, he is framing another painting in the back room. I will ask for you."

Lin Xin nodded.

The shopkeeper walked to the door of the back room and asked:

"Joe, someone wants to buy your painting."