Mr. Wen, show your heart

270 Chapter 270 The Man Hiding in the Dark
After three days of closed competition, when Jiang Chuchu came out, she felt her body was hollowed out.

Professor Bai is like a parent waiting for their child outside the examination room after the college entrance examination. When he sees Jiang Chuchu, he immediately greets him.

"I heard that the test question is a self-portrait, what did you draw?"

Jiang Chuchu replied, "It's just... a self-portrait."

She lowered her head and turned on the phone, but there was no missed call, so she had to find a man's phone to call back—turn it off.

Wen Jiusi turned off the phone!She clearly told her it was time for her game to end...

Jiang Chuchu was depressed, and Professor Bai was still chattering, "What the hell did you draw? What are you doing without telling me, you child."

"Professor Bai." Jiang Mingzhu also came out, her face pale.

Taking advantage of Professor Bai talking to Jiang Mingzhu, Jiang Chuchu hurried away.

She didn't want to hide it from Professor Bai, but Jiang Mingzhu. She wanted to give Jiang Mingzhu a surprise, a huge, surprise.

On the afternoon of the fourth day, when the results were announced, the British were also very efficient. It was as if the private art gallery had been replaced overnight.

Jiang Mingzhu was sitting in front of her on the left, and was being interviewed by a foreign reporter. Jiang Chuchu just glanced away and turned her head away.

The judges were still whispering to each other when they came out, and most of them were frowning. Jiang Chuchu was not uneasy, but compared with this nervousness, she was still a little worried. Wen Jiusi had been out of contact since last night, and the phone has been unable to get through. , this has never happened before...

Sitting next to her, Liu Yan handed her a bottle of water, "Drink some, your lips are a bit dry, it won't look good when you take pictures later."

Winners have always had to take a group photo with the judges.

Jiang Chuchu knew that he was trying to relieve his nervousness, so he laughed cooperatively, "So is the senior, let's take a photo together later."

"Okay, I knew I was wearing a formal suit today."

"Senior looks handsome even without formal clothes."

"Cough cough."

It was Professor Bai who couldn't bear to listen to the business exchange between the two and coughed twice.

A long list of welcomes, plus a long list of testimonials from the judges, plus a long list of prospects for the development of oil painting... After that, it finally came to the main event, those flashing lights also seemed to hit the B stage, one after another, one after another, one after another. Afraid of missing someone.

After a few consoling "Best XX", the chairman of the judges personally announced the top eight. Every time a name is read, the person's entry information and a large scanned image of this work will appear on the big screen.

Jiang Chuchu and Liu Yan were successfully selected, and when the eighth one pronounced Jiang Mingzhu's name, it caused a small commotion—the halo of a genius girl.

Eight shortlisted works are waiting for the grading of gold, silver and bronze awards.

However, this step did not go smoothly. It is an international practice to declare prizes and buy lawsuits, but it is not normal to not be able to say the first, second and third prizes after a few minutes of selling.

The two British judges discussed something intensely, and even used intense body language. One didn't know what to say, and the other left angrily.

Immediately afterwards, the host immediately came up to the Circus and said that the results would be announced after two hours. At this time, please move to the exhibition hall to enjoy all the works of this Grand Prix.

It seems that there is a dispute among the judges about the result - but Jiang Chuchu is not surprised at all.

When she got up, she took out her mobile phone again, fiddled with it twice, and then curled her lips.

Why is my phone like dead...

At the same time, a certain cramped English-style apartment.

This kind of apartment is actually very common in the UK. Cities with a large population density also have fierce competition. Many have the appearance and dress of a gentleman, but they have to be beaten back to their original shape when it gets dark.

It's poor, ordinary, full of bread, cheap perfume, and teasing from the girl next door.

An oriental man was slowly climbing up the spiral staircase, and a door opened just at this moment, and a buxom English woman met him face to face, her blue eyes sparkled, and she boldly turned I moved my waist, bent down, and couldn't wait to have some romantic affair with this handsome oriental man.

And the oriental man just glanced at her, and that glance was no different from looking at a man, a cow, or a cup.

The girl glared at him unwillingly.

He continued to walk up, and finally came to a room at the end. The door seemed to be soaked in oil, half-opened, with a greasy and dirty light. He took out a note from his suit and confirmed Knowing that the above address is here, he opened the door without hesitation.

It's not as filthy as imagined. The interior of the room is unique and delicately furnished. Even from the fleeting luxury items, it's hard to imagine why the owner of the house wants to live here.

It wasn't until he smelled a faint smell of blood from the end of his nose that he finally understood that there were mixed fish and dragons here, and there were all kinds of people. If you want to do some dark things, there is nothing more suitable than this place.

Suddenly, in the corner, a man asked in a strange tone.

"You are... Yuan Cheng?"

Yuan Cheng turned around and looked towards the corner, his body couldn't help but tense up.

There was a curtain hanging down heavily, blocking his view.

He stared at the curtain sharply, but his tone was calm, "Yes, I am, I'm here to get the reservation."

"It's on the cabinet to your left, take it yourself."

Yuan Cheng swept his eyes and saw a cardboard box. When he opened it, there were ten syringes, all of which were clear liquid medicine.

Yuan Cheng rewrapped the box and held it in his hand, "We've lost both money and goods."

"Don't worry, this is a new drug developed by my laboratory, and it is absolutely worth the money."

Yuan Cheng didn't want to have a deeper relationship with him, so he nodded lightly, "That's good, I'm leaving."

"Wait." The voice said again, "Yuan Cheng, say hello to Wen Jiusi for me...by the way, tell him that his old friend will be back soon."

Yuan Cheng frowned, "If you pay attention to Wen Jiusi, you should know that there is really no friendship between me and him."

The voice smiled, perhaps because he didn't control his breath well, and coughed halfway through the laugh.

"Ahem... You help me pass the message, and as a reward, I will answer you one thing."

"I have nothing to know, except this time, and I don't want to have any interaction with you again." After finishing speaking, Yuan Cheng glanced at the curtain for the last time, retracted his eyes, and walked out.

With a "bang", the chair fell down.

It seemed that the man stood up.

"No, Yuan Cheng...you have, you have ambition, that's why you try to find me, don't you?"

"What is the Li family? Wen Jiusi has been knocked down. Will you have what you want soon?"

"Do you want to know Wen Jiusi's weakness...I can tell you."

Yuan Cheng's footsteps stopped.

(End of this chapter)