An hour later, Du Jing put on his shirt and suit, and took the car keys. He obviously improved, and went to the store with Zhou Luoyang.
According to Zhou Luoyang's observation, Du Jing is slowly coming out of his depression. He checked the medicine he got from the hospital and confirmed that Du Jing was taking it as usual every day. Zhou Luoyang fully understood what the doctor said, but Du Jing's situation was different from others, and his relationship with Du Jing was also different.
He didn't know how much he cared about Du Jing and what "degree" he needed to grasp in his actions. If he restrained him too much, it would irritate Du Jing. But this day and the next situation, Du Jing's mood showed continued stability.
Zhou Luoyang opened the door to do business, but no one came. He sat on the tea couch and repaired the edge of a Chinese painting with tweezers, while Du Jing sat on the side and started to use his mobile phone.
"What are you doing?" Zhou Luoyang asked.
"Book a flight," Du Jing said, "to Hong Kong."
Zhou Luoyang said: "I'll come and contact Sotheby's reception by the way."
On October 8th, the day he went to work, Du Jing behaved as usual, but his words obviously became less. Zhou Luoyang prepared a bento box for him. After breakfast, Du Jing said, "I'm much better, I'm going to work."
"Pay attention to safety on the road." Zhou Luoyang said worriedly.
When he came back from get off work in the evening, Zhou Luoyang could feel that he had completely recovered to the state he was in before the depression attacked, and his spirit seemed to be better than before, but he still couldn't take it lightly.
It has been like this since a long time ago. Du Jing will only show his true side in front of Zhou Luoyang. Once he is in contact with outsiders and Zhou Luoyang is present, he will always try his best to play a certain role and not let himself become a burden to Zhou Luoyang. , as in the spring outing.
Most of the time, as long as patients with depression still have physical strength, they will beat their spirits, play their roles well, and force themselves to integrate into society, just like dedicated actors. And this always makes the family members who accompany them bewildered - they are all fine outside, why did they change their appearance when they came home
The people closest to them often have only one opinion about them: "hypocritical". But Zhou Luoyang knew that this was a last resort. Pretending to be a role would consume a lot of their physical and mental strength, which would lead to the onset of the disease when they were alone, and it would definitely come on more violently.
Just like now, Du Jing thinks that he needs to go to work, and the responsibility of supporting his family requires him to play his role faithfully, so he will temporarily forcibly seal the depressed self.
"Is everything okay today?" Zhou Luoyang said easily, and went over to change his slippers.
Du Jing sat at the door for a while, put the courier on the shoe cabinet, and immediately said, "I won't go to work these days, I will adjust at home, what should I eat at night?"
When he heard this, Zhou Luoyang really felt relieved and opened the courier, which contained Sotheby's invitation letter:
"Sincerely invite Mr. and Mrs. Zhou".
Zhou Luoyang: "…"
Du Jing asked Zhuang Li to find someone to help Zhou Luoyang check the store during this time, and Zhou Luoyang gave him a price list, in case any layman accidentally came in to buy something.
Four days later, on the weekend, Du Jing put on his watch, Zhou Luoyang collected his formal clothes in the box, and Zhuang Li came to pick him up.
"Wow, is there still business class?" Zhuang Li said, "The high society is amazing."
"In the past, Sotheby's used to charter flights directly for auctions," Zhou Luoyang said casually. "In recent years, the economy has been sluggish, and it has been changed to business class."
"Brother Jing," said Zhuang Li, handing Du Jing a bag, "what you want."
Zhou Luoyang saw that the bag was very flat and knew that it was a laptop, but he still signaled with his eyes, there is nothing that will be stopped by customs, right
Du Singing headed, meaning to rest assured, and sent Zhuang Li to go back. Zhou Luoyang said goodbye to him, but Zhuang Li will also go to Shenzhen soon, waiting to meet them at any time.
Zhou Luoyang asked for a backpack, but Du Jing said, "You don't need to bring anything. My identity is your bodyguard and assistant. Let's go."
"That's not good," Zhou Luoyang said. "Is there going to be so many people setting up as soon as you go out?"
"The mission is required." Du Jing put on his sunglasses in front of the airport counter. As soon as Zhuang Li left, Du Jing regained his calm expression, as if nothing happened a few days ago. We can't even get an invitation from high society, can we?"
Zhou Luoyang replied: "Have you planned all the mission process?"
"There's no plan for anything," Du Jing said, apparently adjusting his state completely early this morning, "It's better to change the plan, take it one step at a time."
Zhou Luoyang: "..."
Zhou Luoyang thought that Changyi would recruit you as a supervisor. I don’t know if it was luck or disaster. Your boss didn’t ask you any details before your business trip, and his confidence was almost blind.
"From now on, you have a net worth of nearly 10 billion, you are an invisible rich man, and you have more than 100 apartments in Wanshi." Du Jingchao Zhou Luoyang said, "The purpose of going to the auction this time is to just stroll around and buy A few Ru ware pots for cat food."
"I also know about Ru kiln porcelain cups," Zhou Luoyang said. "I did my homework well, but I want to correct it. It can't be used to feed cats."
"Whatever." Du Jing said.
Zhou Luoyang said: "No one else will believe it."
Du Jing replied, "This is my business."
After the two boarded the plane, Du Jing stood by the aisle in the business class, nodded politely to Zhou Luoyang, and took out a magazine from his laptop bag.
Zhou Luoyang: "..."
It was a Spanish-language publication for the exchange of collectibles and antiques, with a portrait of Zhou Luoyang on the cover.
Zhou Luoyang almost thought he was in a ghost. He didn't remember what interview he had been on, but after thinking about it, he immediately realized that it was faked by Du Jing!
"Are you too busy?" Zhou Luoyang whispered, "Don't make trouble."
Du Jing obediently turned sideways and looked at it from the perspective of the other guests, as if his valet were being reprimanded by the boss. On the same plane, there were almost all Sotheby's customers who went to the auction. Many people saw the magazine cover and looked at Zhou Luoyang curiously.
"Yes, boss." Du Jing whispered, and put away the magazine, but the goal has been achieved. After the plane landed, when passing through the customs and walking through the special passage, several guests in the queue began to chat with Zhou Luoyang.
"I opened a small watch and antique shop in Wanshi," Zhou Luoyang said politely. "Everyone is welcome to come and have a look when you have time."
Everyone exchanged business cards with each other, and one of the guests also had a relationship with Zhou Luoyang's family. Taking this opportunity, the guests also got to know each other. But these people were not Du Jing's main target.
"My goal is to find agency heads in Vietnam," Zhou Luoyang asked. "Talk to them and get an invitation to go to Ho Chi Minh City, right?"
"Just leave it to me," Du Jing said, "you don't have to do anything." Then he nodded to the guests coming and going in the Peninsula Hotel: "Hello, Bonjour, Hola."
"You know them?" Zhou Luoyang said in disbelief.
Du Jing said: "I don't know each other, just greet me politely every day, maybe I'll get to know you later."
Zhou Luoyang: "???"
He didn't know what was the point of Du Jing doing this, but he thought that many customers who came to the auction were busy with their daily schedules, and most of the time they couldn't remember who was who.
"Are you a little nervous?" Zhou Luoyang suddenly understood and looked at Du Jing.
"Me?" Du Jing took off his sunglasses and said to Zhou Luoyang, "Don't be nervous, why do you say that?"
A reporter came over, greeted them, and said, "Are you two from Wan City? Is it convenient for an interview?"
Zhou Luoyang: "…"
What reporter? It was clearly Huang Ting, and behind Huang Ting was a young man with a camera, which should be an intern he brought.
Du Jing blocked Huang Ting, used English, and politely declined in a volume that was just barely heard by the people around him: "Mr. Zhou is already very tired, let's go to another day." He whispered to Zhou Luoyang, "Go to sit on the sofa, then Russia People are obviously interested in you, and I've seen it here several times."
In the reception hall of the hotel, many foreigners were waiting. When they saw Zhou Luoyang being asked to be interviewed, they glanced curiously.
Du Jing and Huang Ting joined forces and successfully brushed Zhou Luoyang's face. When Zhou Luoyang sat down on the sofa in the hotel lobby and waited, everyone around him nodded and greeted him with a smile. Zhou Luoyang thought to himself that Du Jing was hurting me now, but he had to smile with them and help him to gather information.
Du Jing stood in the corner, took a glass of water with Huang Ting, and after a few words, the two walked to the sign-in stage.
"Ah, yes," Zhou Luoyang was in a trance and said to a potbellied Russian businessman beside him, "grandfather runs an antique business in China."
Zhou Luoyang didn't speak English for a while, but luckily the other party had a heavy accent, stammered, and his words didn't make sense, so he started talking about Russian art. Zhou Luoyang knows a lot about his own profession, but he has little contact with the life of the so-called "high society". The group of guys waiting to sign in, all of them have a net worth with a number of digits in their phone numbers. It would be easy to see through his identity, and Zhou Luoyang did not deliberately pretend.
At this time, there was a little accident at the reception, Du Jing accidentally knocked over the water, and Zhou Luoyang followed the past to look.
Du Jing trotted over, and Zhou Luoyang showed reproach in the middle of the chat. Du Jing obediently stood behind him.
The receptionist quickly brought over the sign-in form and asked Zhou Luoyang to sign it. He happily said goodbye to this group of wealthy people and exchanged business cards with the Russian, whose name was "Svatanlovsky".
When he finally entered the room, as soon as the door closed, Du Jing began to take off his shirt and tore off his tie.
"I can't play this person," Zhou Luoyang said. "It's too difficult."
Du Jing said, "You can, but you have to have confidence in yourself."
The weather in Hong Kong is hot and humid, and the air-conditioning in the hotel is very violent, which makes Du Jing very uncomfortable.
He began to check a table, and opened his laptop, connected to the company database, and searched for names.
"When did you take it?" Zhou Luoyang came out of the shower and saw the form printed by Du Jing, completely dumbfounded.
"When the receptionist asked you to sign in." Du Jing said, "I overturned the water, and while they were sorting out, Huang Ting took a photo of the guest list."
Du Jing was half naked, wearing only black trousers, sitting on a swivel chair, pondering in front of the night scene outside the floor-to-ceiling window, his serious face was reflected on the glass.
Zhou Luoyang unscrewed a bottle of drink and glanced at Du Jing.
"These people are the key targets," Du Jing recalled, marked several Vietnamese names on the paper, looked up at Zhou Luoyang and said, "arrange time to chat with them before and after the auction."
"I can ask Lin Di to help introduce." Zhou Luoyang said, "Drink some?"
Zhou Luoyang handed him the cup, but Du Jing didn't turn around, raised his hand over his shoulder, held the back of his hand with one hand, and took the cup from him with the other.
"The best way is to have people come to the door on their own initiative," Du Jing thought for a while, and said, "Introduction is not the best policy, and it is inconvenient to make a request."
Zhou Luoyang, wearing a bathrobe, with his hair still half wet, sat beside the bed and said, "The night view of Hong Kong is very beautiful, it's different from Wan City."
From The Peninsula Hotel in Tsim Sha Tsui, you can see the night view of Central and Victoria Harbour, but the price is too expensive. If Zhou Luoyang and Du Jing went out to play, he would never choose to stay in this hotel.
Du Jing was silent again, and there was a little danger in the silence.
"Have you taken the medicine?" Zhou Luoyang asked.
"Eat," Du Jing said, "thinking everyday, without getting sick."
"Very good," Zhou Luoyang said. "If you are sick, you need to take medicine." He touched Du Jing's head and said, "I'm going to sleep first, I'm so sleepy."
Du Jing turned off all the lights, still sitting in front of the floor-to-ceiling window thinking, and didn't go to bed until midnight to sleep with Zhou Luoyang.
Zhou Luoyang thought to himself in his sleep, he's just crazy, you're addicted to acting.
But early the next morning, when eating the buffet breakfast, Zhou Luoyang suddenly discovered that Du Jing's arrangement was not crazy at all, and just solved a crucial part. He nodded politely and said hello.
"They seem to know me." Zhou Luoyang said in surprise.
Du Jing looked as usual, and said, "So you see, this character design is not too difficult."
Zhou Luoyang said: "It's still difficult, why don't you pretend to be yourself?"
Du Jing: "If you want to be a loyal dog, let's switch?"
Zhou Luoyang: "Forget it." Du Jing's role is more difficult, but if it's just a relationship, does it need to be so complicated? At this moment, he suddenly felt that Du Jing might have another purpose after so much trouble.
"Eat this." Zhou Luoyang is in a good mood, the environment of the peninsula is very good, but there is a historical problem - the table is too small. The two were eating breakfast at the small square table, which seemed a bit crowded.
"You're too polite to the bodyguard," Du Jing said, wearing reflective wide sunglasses to block some of the scars on his face, "At this time, I should stand behind you and leave a space for someone to come and chat with you. .You arrange it like this, and you will soon be seen through."
Zhou Luoyang started eating fruit tarts and said, "I don't want to talk to anyone, I just want to have breakfast with you."
Du Jing obviously took advantage of this, even though there was only a cup of black coffee and a few square buns in front of him.
"Young master is not the kind of person who calls people around and is rude. You are not an ordinary bodyguard either."
Du Jing touched Zhou Luoyang with his knee under the table: "So I adjusted the character a little bit. I am a bodyguard who has been with you since childhood. Hi, hello."
A middle-aged man with darker skin came over, stretched out his hand towards Zhou Luoyang, and said, "Hello, Mr. Zhou."
Zhou Luoyang was a little surprised that he knew his surname was Zhou, put down the napkin, and was about to get up, but Du Jing gently stepped on him under the table, meaning to tell him not to get up, just sit and shake hands, don't give each other too much face .
"Are you a participant or a client?" the middle-aged man asked.
"Everything," Zhou Luoyang said, "I have something to take part in the shooting, and I want to see what I can buy by the way."
This is the truth. There are too few items in Zhou Luoyang's store. When participating in Sotheby's, I can occasionally pick up a leak and bring it back to sell it for a good price.
"Well, that's it." The middle-aged man said.
Zhou Luoyang was all too familiar with this answer, and said with a smile, "Are you Japanese?"
"I studied in Japan for a period of time," the middle-aged man said politely, "I was looking for my colleagues in the industry to ask for some news. I heard that you came from Wanshi, so I just happened to ask."
Zhou Luoyang immediately woke up like a dream and said, "Let's change the table?"
"No," the middle-aged man took out his business card and said immediately, "I've already finished eating. If you are free, we can make an appointment."
"I forgot." Zhou Luoyang smiled awkwardly and said to Du Jing, "Why didn't you remind me?"
"It's okay," the middle-aged man said, "you can contact me anytime."
On the business card is a Southeast Asian name called "Tham Puan..." Zhou Luoyang struggled to identify the pile of Roman pinyin, and there are phonetic symbols on it.
"Chen Biaojin," Du Jing scanned with the translator on his mobile phone, "Vietnamese, scholar of Cham culture, director of the Ho Chi Minh City Cultural Relics Conservation Research Association."
The first target took the initiative to come to the door. Zhou Luoyang put away the business card and said, "What does he have to do with me?"
Du Jing spread his hands a little, not knowing.
After a while, the blond girl next to the Russian businessman came over and said to Zhou Luoyang, "Mr. Zhou, Mr. Swartanlovsky invited you to have afternoon tea together today. Do you have time?"
"Of course." Zhou Luoyang hurriedly said.
At this time, Du Jing took off his sunglasses and looked at her seriously.
"At three o'clock in the afternoon, he will be waiting for you at the afternoon tea restaurant in this hotel," the beautiful woman smiled, "see you soon."
"Speaks Chinese really well." After the girl left, Zhou Luoyang glanced at her back, tall and slender.
"Ukrainians," Du Jing said, "must have lived in China."
"A good figure?" Zhou Luoyang said, "Do you like this type?"
Du Jing put on his sunglasses again and said expressionlessly, "I like it, it's very sexy. The voice is also nice."
Zhou Luoyang: "I like it too."
Du Jing: "You want to pursue her? I can try it for you."
Zhou Luoyang said, "That Mr. Whatsky will shoot me in the head."
"You also have a driver. Your driver can kill him first." Du Jingman said casually.
Then came the third person, a graceful and tall Southeast Asian girl, with waterfall-like black hair, very delicate makeup, and a face with a classical oriental charm.
"Hello." Zhou Luoyang nodded at her.
She first stretched out her hand and shook hands with Zhou Luoyang, but her eyes turned to Du Jing. Du Jing didn't move, wearing sunglasses, Zhou Luoyang couldn't see his eyes.
"Are you Chinese? Where have I seen you?" the girl suddenly said to Du Jing.
Zhou Luoyang: "???"
Du Jing said inexplicably, "No, I've never seen you, ma'am, you've got the wrong person."
The girl took out a small business card from her handbag, put it on the table, smiled, nodded and left.
Zhou Luoyang glanced at the business card. He was the executive president of an import and export company in Thailand, named Supu.
Zhou Luoyang: "Your old friend is good?"
Du Jing was silent for a long time and said, "I don't know, I don't know her."
"Oh." Zhou Luoyang didn't realize what this meant, but Du Jing understood the dangerous meaning behind the appearance of this person out of thin air.
Things weren't entirely under his control, maybe something went wrong at some point.
After a while, Du Jing said to himself, "What do you mean? I really haven't seen her, who is this person?"