Two years later***

Shanghai

Ji Bochang carried his briefcase and stepped into the conference hall with a smile, "Colleagues in Shanghai, I have made a special trip to discuss matters related to the East China Young Artists Alliance, an important measure reached at the Xiling Summit two years ago. ”

Liu Tong raised his eyebrows, "President Ji, this matter doesn't seem to have anything to do with you, right?"

"Professor Liu, how can you say that? At that time, our Xiling Printing Society organized and planned this activity, and many Xiling members signed a letter of volunteer, waiting for the alliance to be established, as the initiator of the alliance, I think I have the right to discuss this matter now. ”

Yun Hui smiled: "President Ji, I was also present at the time, if I remember correctly, you strongly oppose this matter, right?"

Ji Bochang said very calmly: "Yes, I was against it at the beginning, because I was afraid of being used by people with intentions, but now that the matter has come to this point, the original initiator has disappeared again, I have no choice but to provoke this big beam, and I also ask all colleagues in Shanghai to fulfill the obligations in the original volunteer letter and join the camp of the East China Artists Alliance." ”

"It's really a mouth that says it's you who dies, and it's you who says it's alive. Let's go, when I signed the letter of will, it was an alliance led by Zhong Yue, not you, I will not fulfill it. ”

"Yes, I won't do it either. ”

No one responded at the meeting, Ji Bochang glanced at it with a blue face, and picked up his briefcase, "I advise you to think about it again, don't be rash, who said it at the beginning, the East China Young Artists Alliance is not someone's private alliance club......?

It's been two years, and the entire book world is still shrouded in the shadow of Zhong Yue's trip to Japan, the hand-me-down "Zhong's Family Letter". However, Zhong Yue's disappearance made many people in the book world sigh even more, such as Zhao Yongsheng, such as Liu and others, the time is ripe, but the people are gone, and this success or failure makes them unacceptable.

There was a long silence in the room.

"Actually, even if there is no Ji Bochang, there will still be other people who will steal the fruit. ”

"At the beginning, this alliance was ready to tap young talents and be led by young people, but now that Zhong Yue has disappeared, we can't change the original intention of the alliance, and we will lead it, right?"

Liu Tong shook his head and said: "No one can be Ji Bochang, this person is too utilitarian, he was the one with the strongest opposition at the beginning, and now he wants to steal the results, I am the first to refuse." ”

Someone said: "Bashu Ghost Knife, Zhejiang faction Qiu Wenzhen and others have long said that the East China Young Artists Alliance, they only recognize Zhong Yue, and the rest of them don't think about it." ”

"Then what if Zhong Yue dies?"

There was silence in the conference room again.

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"Sit. ”

Ji Bochang chuckled and said, "How is Kai Hongxuan's business lately?"

"So-so, starvation. ”

Ji Bochang crossed his fingers, "This group of old things, I have traveled all over Lin'an, Shanghai and Huizhou these days, these old guys, one by one, they were like chicken blood, and now they are invited to be consultants, and they are excused one by one, tell me, is this shameless?"

"They didn't want to sign in the first place, not to mention that as soon as that kid disappeared, the trend of the book world was uncertain, and if you wanted to do something, you had to throw out some benefits. ”

Ji Bochang raised his eyebrows, "You mean...... Commercialization?"

"It seems that you are not stupid either. In this era, who still does worthless public welfare and unreliable things can be blown a long time ago. ”

"I've been waiting for two years, and now the calligraphy craze brought up by the surname Zhong is over, and the calligraphy world has stopped, so it's time to return to the original state. ”

Wang Ge wiped the corners of his mouth, "Xiao Ji, you have to start from Xiling, talk to Qian Yunyao and President Shao more, and directly set up the East China Artists Alliance in Xiling, which is much easier." ”

"Well, you have a point. It's just that the president has always been conservative, and he will definitely not agree to such a radical idea. ”

Wang Ge muttered, "Then it depends on your ability." Now that the dark clouds have dispersed, the heavens are dead, and the bell is finally clear......"

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Click.

Click.

The lid of the fountain pen tapped back and forth on the table in Ou Yangming's hand.

"Mr. Ouyang. The old man in the felt hat walked into the room in Chinese, not very fluent.

"Sit down. ”

"Thank you. ”

Ou Yangming took a sip of coffee and said, "How is the matter of entrusting Inspector Nakai to investigate?"

"Oh, here's what I've been collecting for two years, you see. ”

Ou Yangming drank coffee and carefully looked at a thick pile of documents, all translated into Chinese, accompanied by a lot of survey photos, which looked professional. Ou Yangming began to flip through the pages one by one, but then he lost interest, so he put them together, "Inspector Nakai, just tell me, whether the person has been found or not." ”

"I'm really sorry, Mr. Ouyang. The person you asked me to find is no longer in Japan at all. ”

"Put it ......" Ou Yangming's coffee cup paused on the table, held his head and asked, "What about Gu Shan, did you find it?"

"No, there was also Eguchi Shigeike who disappeared, but I found out that two years ago, the Moken did go to Nagano Mountain Resort. ”

Ou Yangming frowned slightly, "What you said is all nonsense, I told you all this!"

"I'm sorry, Mr. Ouyang. Some things are not easy to investigate in depth, because going to investigate those entry and exit investigations is likely to arouse the suspicion of the police. ”

Ou Yangming patted the pile of waste paper and asked, "Then you have investigated for so long in the past two years, and you have investigated this pile of waste paper?"

Nakai Yulan got up, bowed, and said: "At least, Mr. Zhong has either smuggled back to China, or he has lived in seclusion in Japan, and he should still be alive anyway. ”

"Alright, get the money, and fuck off. ”

The detective who came all the way from Japan did not feel humiliated because of Ou Yangming's foul language, it had been a long time since such a big money owner patronized the business, "Then Mr. Ouyang, do you continue to investigate?"

"Do you still think I'm going to give you money with this pen?"

"Now that the case is here, if you give up and go back to find it later, the clue is very likely to be broken. ”

Ou Yangming looked at him coldly, "What the hell do you have any clues?" I checked the fart, you junk information, I can find out with a pen!"

"Tsk, Mr. Ouyang, I understand your feelings, but you can't say that, in case ......"

"Get out, get out!" Ou Yangming angrily blew the Japanese detective away.

Ye An walked in with the information.

"Brother Ye. ”

"Ah Ming, Wang Ge has been on the move again recently. ”

"What's wrong?"

The calligrapher in his study slandered Xiao Yue, saying that the Zhong family letter was not written by Zhong Yue at all, and that Zhong Yue was missing because he was afraid that this matter would be exposed.

Ou Yangming narrowed his eyes and muttered, "Brother Yue, it's only been two years since he went away, is this group of miscellaneous people jumping like this?"

"I also think it's time to cure them. ”

"Well, how is the Shanghai Convention and Exhibition Center in the last century?"

"Everything is in place. Ye An smiled.

Ou Yangming chuckled: "Talk to grandpa." First of all, I borrowed the company's exhibition to hold a personal calligraphy and painting exhibition for Brother Yue. ”

Ye An: "......"