From the independent state...
Fathead fish remembered that Nie Qixing had obviously glanced at the girl in the hall before he left. He felt upset and his head was twice as big.
There were people coming and going in the lobby, and he couldn't show his dissatisfaction in public, so he could only leave in silence.
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On the other side, after hanging up the phone, Qiao Nian went across the street to call Ye Wangchuan to have dinner together.
When they came back from dinner, it was already ten o'clock in the evening.
Qiao Nian slept for a long time during the day and was not very sleepy yet, so he took this time to review the experimental data of the last experiment left on the next season's USB flash drive on his laptop.
Early the next morning.
Qiao Nian went out and deposited a express delivery.
The people at the express delivery station saw her coming over alone carrying a half-meter-high drawing board and hurried forward to help.
Qiao Nian put the things on the counter, her eyes narrowed, and she asked him in a low voice: "Can you help me deliver the things to this address?"
The person at the delivery station checked what she had placed on her desk, lifted the black canvas on top, and was slightly stunned when he saw the painting underneath.
Van Gogh's Sunflowers
Then he raised his head and looked at the girl who came to send the package. His expression gradually changed from surprise to confusion. He pointed at the painting on the table and said, "Little girl, are you sending this?"
"Yeah." Qiao Nian, wearing a baseball cap and with his hands in his pockets, looked over with dark eyes: "Can you send it?"
The courier scratched his head and said, "You can send... this painting...?"
Qiao Nian pulled down his cap, his eyes flashed, and he probably understood what he meant, and said calmly, "It's fake."
The guy at the courier station breathed a sigh of relief and smiled cheerfully: "I told you! I also think it's fake, but we know it, so we must ask about it."
"Yeah." Qiao Nian responded lightly again.
He put the painting away, looked at the address and contact number on the note Qiao Nian handed him, put the note away, and said to the girl, "We can send this to you. Do you want to pay on delivery?"
"Not yet paid." "Okay."
The courier guy wrote down the price on a piece of paper and told her a price.
Qiao Nian didn't give him the money right away. Instead, she raised her eyelids slightly, looked at him with her clear black eyes, and said calmly, "The canvas is quite delicate. I don't want it to be damaged in the middle of the journey. Can you guys deliver it to me separately and hand it over face to face?"
The courier boy thought about it.
The address Qiao Nian gave him was not far from here, and it wouldn't take him much time to make a trip there alone.
He readily agreed: "But it will cost extra."
He added a few dozen dollars to the original amount.
Qiao Nian paid him with his mobile phone.
The courier quickly tore off a receipt for her and said to her, "Don't worry, I'll call you when the item is delivered. You can also check the information online."
"good."
Qiao Nian put the bill into his pocket.
The courier went back to pack the painting and put it on his delivery truck, then he remembered something. He stopped the girl who was about to leave and said, "By the way, little girl, what's your name? I need to leave my customer information and phone number."
Qiao Nian gave him a name and a string of numbers.
The courier gave her an OK sign: "Okay, I'll deliver it to your destination within half an hour!"
Qiao Nian pulled up his baseball cap and thanked him politely.
After she left, the courier wrapped the painting that Qiao Nian gave him with another layer of foam and fixed the foam with tape at the four corners of the painting.
(End of this chapter)