The Boss Lost His Memory And Only Remembers Me

Chapter 345: Money or no money doesn't matter

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Wen Qiao sat at the table on the original terrace, took a pen in his right hand, and wrote "M Society" on the paper.

The members of the folk music society were all there, and they were somewhat confused about what Wen Qiao meant by writing this.

Wen Qiao said to Lu Youyou, "Youyou, stand in front of the railing and pay attention to the downstairs. If someone approaches me, tell me. What I am talking about is confidential. Everyone come over here."

Yu Shu, who was playing games, Dong Yao, who was doing dissection, Chun Xiao, who was having a passionate fight with rival fans online, and Lin Xiang, the only one who was practicing seriously, all gathered around.

"What's up?"

Lu Youyou looked downstairs from time to time, with a look of curiosity on her face.

Wen Qiao opened his phone, turned to Van Gogh's famous painting Sunflowers, and pushed it to the middle of the table: "Everyone knows this painting, right?"

Everyone nodded, and Yu Shu crossed his arms: "Why are you being so mysterious?"

Wen Qiao added: "After getting to know each other, I know that everyone has some special skills. Song Yu is an excellent driver, Yu Shu has a black belt in Taekwondo and Jiu-Jitsu, Dong Yao is a computer expert, Lin Xiang is proficient in several languages, Chun Xiao..."

Lu Youyou grabbed Chunxiao and said with a smile: "You are technical staff, Chunxiao and I are administrative staff."

Wen Qiao smiled and said, "So I plan to set up an M-setting outside of the Folk Music Club. Only a few of us will know about it, and Youyou will still be the president."

Lu Youyou was stunned for a moment: "Ah? I...what have I done to deserve this?"

Wen Qiao rested his chin on his hand and said, "Among these people, you are the most positive and energetic. You are the one who is in charge, so it's appropriate."

Wen Qiao pointed at Chunxiao again and said, "Chunxiao, just help Youyou."

Chun Xiao said solemnly, "Okay!"

Yu Shu knocked on the table: "After saying so much, you still haven't told me what exactly the M Club is going to do after it was established, and what it has to do with this famous painting, Sunflowers."

Wen Qiao said in a deep voice: "I accepted a mission. The famous painting needs someone to protect it on its way from Amsterdam to the British Museum. Someone paid me one million US dollars to do this."

Everyone had a 'what the fxxk' expression on their face.

Lu Youyou said in disbelief: "Qiao, did you meet a scammer? Did he ask you to transfer money first? Can such a scam fool you?"

Wen Qiao couldn't help but laugh and said, "He's not a liar. He didn't ask me to transfer money. The channel is reliable. Don't worry."

Lu Youyou still couldn't believe it. After all, Wen Qiao had not told Youyou about some of his identities.

After all, Yu Shu is knowledgeable and experienced. Although Wen Qiao is just a freshman, this girl gives her a feeling that she is omnipotent. She believes everything Wen Qiao says.

"So, what do you need us to do?"

Money doesn't matter, she is not short of money, but she likes the excitement of this kind of team adventure.

So cool!

Wen Qiao pointed at Song Yu, Yu Shu, Lin Xiang and Dong Yao and said, "The four of you will go to England together. After Song Yu finishes the competition, you will complete this mission together. Song Yu will drive, Dong Yao will be responsible for technical support, and Lin Xiang will mingle with the museum staff who are escorting the famous paintings. You can speak Dutch, right?"

Lin Xiang nodded: "Yes."

Wen Qiao nodded: "Well, in the end, Yu Shu paid attention to the criminals who were disguised as ordinary passers-by and coveted the painting."

Yu Shu was still a little confused: "Are we the only group protecting internationally famous paintings?"

Wen Qiao shook his head: "We are just one of the groups. We heard that there is an international thief who wants to take this opportunity to steal famous paintings. Both museums have been on high alert."

Yu Shu made an OK gesture.

(End of this chapter)