The servants in the house immediately understood what was happening and retreated to the corner with pale faces, not daring to disturb him again.
Nie Qixing walked up to the "gift" he received in the morning, lifted the black canvas covering it, and his eyes fell on the exquisite oil painting under the canvas.
His eyes gradually tightened and fixed on the painting.
He has loved collecting cultural relics since he was a child and is very accomplished in this area. He can tell the authenticity of a painting just by looking at it.
This is not another exquisitely crafted fake.
But it is very likely a real sunflower that has been wandering outside for hundreds of years!
Nie Qixing let go of the canvas in his hand, and when he heard Qiao Nian casually say that this was just a "greeting gift", he smiled and asked immediately: "Miss Qiao is in Country M? Are you free in the next few days? If it's convenient for you, would you like to come to my birthday party?"
He got a definite answer, and said more casually, "Then Miss Qiao, could you give me an address? I'll have someone send the invitation over later."
Nie Qixing wrote down the name of the hotel and the room number and hung up the phone like a gentleman.
After he hung up the phone, his eyes turned cold.
Then he immediately went back and told the servant who had just spoken: "Go to the Cavlin Hotel and deliver an invitation."
"Yes, Master Qi."
The servant agreed immediately and was about to go do the work.
Nie Qixing saw the sunflower painting in the living room from the corner of his eye. He pulled his collar and said in a relaxed manner, "Let's find out more about her background."
The servant paused for a moment, then bowed respectfully: "I understand, Master Qi."
He is faster.
He soon disappeared outside the villa.
Nie Qixing looked at his back as he left, turned around and walked back to the restaurant, pulled out a chair and sat down, and began to eat slowly. He had to go to the university in the morning to check out the laboratory, and also accept an interview with a professional magazine... There were so many things to do.
But these trivial matters were not what he was thinking about.
Nie Qixing picked up the toast and spread jam on it elegantly, but his mind was working rapidly, wondering who had noticed him.
His public identity was just that of an inconspicuous marginal figure in the Nie family. Apart from a few people who knew his identity, most people were not aware of his relationship with Nie Qingru...
So he did have lackeys like Zhang Yin around him, but he was the first one to be so generous and sign his name as Qiao on the express delivery.
Joe
Nie Qixing always felt that he had heard this name somewhere, but the impression was very vague and he could not remember where exactly he had heard it.
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On the other side, Qiao Nian hung up the phone and went back.
Mo Xi and Ji Lin were still waiting for her there.
As soon as Ji Lin saw her coming back, he asked, "Miss Qiao, how do you think about what I just told you?"
Mo Xi still didn't read on, and pulled him to protect Qiao Nian: "Miss Qiao just called back from outside. Even if you want to consider it, you have to give it some time. It's not a matter of urgency!"
Ji Lin frowned.
Qiao Nian returned to where she had just stood, put down her phone, picked up the Coke can again, rubbed the can with her white fingertips, raised her eyes and asked him nonchalantly, "What happened just now?"
Seeing that she didn't take it seriously, Ji Lin took a deep breath and walked up to her: "It's about Nie Qixing's birthday party."
"Ms. Qiao, have you thought it through? Do you want to go or not?" He paused for another second, not very happy: "If we want to go, we have to find a way to get an invitation to his birthday."
(End of this chapter)