Huaxia Kingdom, Song Family.
As the head of the Song family, Song Mingyi roared angrily and slammed his palm on the desk.
"What did you say? My son Song Jia died in Paris? How did he die? Get out! Go and check for me!"
After hearing the information reported by his subordinates, Song Mingyi's eyes turned red and he couldn't believe that this was the truth. His precious son Song Jia had died in Paris.
"Master, calm down, we checked. The body of the eldest son was found in the bombing in Paris this morning. It was already burnt. However, our people confirmed it was the eldest son through DNA testing. We checked, and the eldest son was already burnt. The young master actually came to Paris this time to attack Chen Xueling of the Chen family. But for some reason, the young master had a conflict with the people from the JK Party, and was taken away by the JK Party people. But we later found out. The young master We went back to the hotel again. According to the hotel waiter, the eldest son kidnapped Chen Xueling and the mixed-race Sally from the Chen family, and then an explosion occurred... However, nothing happened to the two girls from the Chen family. , we suspect that this incident has something to do with the Su Lin who accompanied Chen Xueling to Paris. The young master probably died in the hands of Su Lin... "
Song Mingyi's men told the results of the investigation tremblingly, but Song Mingyi gritted his teeth and said, "Su Lin? Is that the Su Lin who has been very popular in the capital recently? The prospective son-in-law of the Qin family?"
"Yes! The head of the family is him. We have investigated his background, and the military has listed him as a first-class secret file, but we still saw it. The results are quite shocking. The things that happened before the El Chapo Kingdom. It seems that it is all Su Lin. There is also some other evidence that has been obtained, which also shows that Su Lin is the most likely person to kill the young master... This is the specific information... "
After his subordinates handed over a stack of detailed information, Song Mingyi glanced at it a few times and his face darkened, "It can't be wrong. It must be this Su Lin who did it. Send my order. Send out the pursuit of our Song family. Order, no matter what method you use, you must get this Su Lin over to me. If you want to see him alive, you will see his body if he dies."
"As you command!"
Watching his subordinates deliver orders. Song Mingyi sat down in his seat a little sluggishly. His only son died like this. This was something he could not accept. Although Song Jia is a playboy, he has already planned his future life path for Song Jia. If you can't marry with the Chen family. Just try to marry with the Gu family or the Yuan family who takes a step back. In short, although the current Song family is not as prosperous as before since Mr. Song retired, it is still a behemoth and does not need to be afraid of any aristocratic family or power. Even Chairman Gu wanted to give the Song family some face.
But now, Song Jia is dead, and he is still so aggrieved and died together with the gangsters in Paris. How can Song Mingyi swallow this breath? And various signs indicate that Su Lin is the most capable and likely person to kill Song Jia. Song Mingyi will not wait until all the evidence is conclusive before taking action. He would rather kill a thousand people by mistake than let one go, and his son's Everyone whose death matters must die.
However, Su Lin, who was far away in Paris, didn't know that his killing of Song Jia had been exposed, and the news had been reported back to the Song family in China, and the Song family had begun to take revenge on him.
Now Su Lin had just finished painting. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and told everyone the purpose of the painting with a smile. However, there is no need for Su Lin to say it. Everyone can see it from the expressions of the Eight Immortals in the painting.
Marshall from the European Oil Painting Association hurried forward, took Su Lin's hand, and exclaimed: "Oh my God! If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I really couldn't have imagined that such a spiritual painting was actually in Painted in such a short time. Sunny, you are really a genius! Absolute genius! God, it must be God who asked you to save the world and let you bring beauty to the world... "
Marshall held Su Lin's hand and looked at Su Lin as if he was gay. He kept talking out all the words of praise he knew.
This was the first time that Su Lin was praised like this by a foreigner, and he felt a little embarrassed. Moreover, seeing more media coming forward for interviews, he felt that he seemed to be a little too pushy. Fortunately, he was wearing a hat and Comes with a mask.
"President Marshall, then I will leave this painting to you. I will not come to the afternoon auction."
Since they had already shown up at the exhibition hall, Su Lin did not plan to attend the auction in the afternoon, because he knew that Chen Xueling also planned to fly back to China after the exhibition in the morning, so as a personal bodyguard, he naturally had to follow her. Back home.
"You're not coming? What a pity! Sunny, the members of our association are waiting for you to share your experience with them! How could you just leave like that?"
Marshall was still unfinished and wanted to pull Su Lin to stay a little longer, but Su Lin saw the confused looks of Sally and Chen Xueling in the crowd. Su Lin knew that they might recognize him. Okay, hurry up and leave. Su Lin apologized, said hello to Liu Yizhi while going to the toilet, paused the time, and slipped out of the venue and returned to the hotel.
"Where did sunny go?"
"Disappeared mysteriously?"
"A genius painter mysteriously disappeared into the exhibition hall?"
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When the media discovered that the talented painter Sunny, whom they had been waiting for for a long time, had not come out of the toilet, they knew that Sunny might have oily soles on her feet. The disappointed media were unwilling to just go back, so their main firepower was to force Liu Yizhi, who knew Sunny best, making Liu Yizhi hesitate and try his best to reveal Su Lin's true identity. Possibly provide the media with stories about Sunny.
Sally, who was not able to interview Sunny, was very disappointed and came out of the exhibition hall with Chen Xueling, went back to the hotel, prepared to pack her things, and took the afternoon flight back to China.
"It's really disappointing, Sister Xueling, why does this sunny want to hide his identity? He has made the limelight in Europe for us Chinese people and raised his head in the world of painting. This is a great thing! Why does he want to cover himself? His face?"
Sally muttered and said unwillingly.
"Maybe this is what the master thinks!"
As soon as Chen Xueling and Sally walked out of the exhibition hall, they were stopped by someone.
"Xueling, it's really you. That's great. I finally found you."
Looking towards the voice, Chen Xueling saw that the person who came turned out to be her mentor, Mi Mo, the vice president of the European Oil Painting Association. She was pleasantly surprised and said: "Hello, mentor, I didn't see you when I was at the venue. I thought you were here this time." He didn’t come! I didn’t expect to see him until he was leaving.”
"Xueling, I have been looking for you in the venue for a long time. I have something to ask you." Mimo stepped forward and said.
"What's the matter? Tutor, just say it!"
Chen Xueling was also curious, what could her mentor ask her to do
"It's about the mysterious genius painter Sunny. Do you know him?" Mimo asked tentatively.
"I?"
Chen Xueling was confused for a moment, then smiled and said, "Teacher, how can I know him? It would be great if I could know such a talented painter."
"But, Xueling, aren't you the deputy dean of the Academy of Fine Arts of Qingbei University? I heard it with my own ears. Sunny claimed that he is still a student of Qingbei University. Your school has produced such a talented painter. Do you think this is the right thing to do? The dean of the Academy of Fine Arts doesn’t know anything about it?”
Mi Mo looked at Chen Xueling with confusion and said, "Are you going to hide this sunny's true identity like Liu?"
"What? What did you say, mentor?"
Hearing what Mi Mo said, Chen Xueling was so surprised that she opened her mouth wide, "You said this talented painter Sunny is a student of our Qingbei University?"
"Yes, Sunny told me and President Marshall personally. Xueling, do you really not know him?" Mimo said.
"I don't know. Our school has such an oil painting genius. How could I, the dean of the Academy of Fine Arts, not know about it? Oh my god! I must be crazy."
Chen Xueling touched her head and said. (To be continued...)
ps: Third update!