The Kyoto International Convention and Exhibition Center is the largest exhibition center in China, and anything that can be exhibited here will attract attention from all sides, and at this moment, the modern and solemn convention center is busy with intense work.

Qin Yuan led a few of his subordinates back to the convention and exhibition center from the airport, and hurriedly reported to the director.

"Director, no one has received it." Qin Yuan was the leader, and the young people behind them all lowered their heads and waited for the storm to come.

"Got it." After saying that, he went to take care of himself.

Several young people looked at the director's distant back, looked at each other, and finally turned their eyes on Qin Yuan, looking at a few poor children, Qin Yuan sighed and said: "I said that this was expected a long time ago, let's go to work first, it will be exhibited tomorrow, there is not so much time, I will tell you while working." ”

Yun Xiwen became famous in Europe, and when the foreigners in the European painting world mentioned her, they didn't call her by her name, but called her Poppyqueen! Translated into Chinese, it means 'poppy queen'. Qin Yuan kept his hand and said softly.

"You all know the four great masters of contemporary European oil painting, and the second-ranked master Avida commented on her as 'beautiful and poisonous like a poppy, once contaminated, it makes people want to stop, life is better than death!'" ”

Hearing this, everyone gasped, Avida is the only woman among the four major contemporary European oil painting masters, she is tricky and eccentric, and with such a high evaluation from her, you can imagine how high Yun Xiwen's influence in the world painting is.

As soon as Qin Yuan wanted to continue, the director who had just left walked over quickly, and said in a hurried voice: "Xiao Qin, I just received an email from Miss Yun, Miss Yun lives in the Dragon City Hotel, let's pick her up on time at eight o'clock tomorrow morning." ”

"Okay, I got it." Qin Yuan replied solemnly.

"Attention, don't let Miss Yun be disturbed unnecessarily, those reporters who picked up the airport today can't let them do bad things anymore." The director said with a serious face.

"I understand." Without any further talk, Qin Yuan's mind kept turning, thinking hard about how to avoid those media whose sense of smell was more sensitive than a dog.

"Brother Qin, this Miss Yun also sent us an email in person? Why don't you even have an assistant? Hearing the director's words just now, everyone was surprised.

"How do I know!" Qin Yuan's head is big now, and he doesn't have the patience to do another 100,000 whys.

At this moment, Yun Xiwen, who had just finished sending an email to the Convention and Exhibition Center, turned off the computer, turned around and glanced at the sleeping Yun Baobao, and quietly walked out of the room.

The clock pointed to twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, only the top floor of the Jing's Group building was still lit, Jingchuan fingers lightly tapped on the desktop, thinking about the news he had just gotten in his mind, and quickly made a decision, picked up his mobile phone and dialed out a phone named K.

"K, tonight's action is cancelled." The deep voice is even more muffled in the middle of the night.

"Boss?" There seemed to be some uncertainty on the other end of the line.

"Do as I say, and I'll talk about the rest later." The unquestionable attitude made the person on the other end of the phone tense up instantly.

"Yes."

Hanging up the phone, Jing Chuan looked at the computer screen again, and there was a line of small words clearly written on it: "Praying mantis catches cicadas, and yellow finches are behind." "A bewitching poppy bloomed quietly at the checkout of the mail, looking strange and unusual in the dark night.

Looking at the row of emails from the same ID in the folder marked as poppy in the mailbox, Jingchuan muttered in a low voice, "Who the hell are you?" ”

By midnight, the whole city had fallen silent, and even the moon had hid and lazy.

Less than five kilometers from the Dragon City Hotel is an old factory that has been vacant for a long time, and it looks even more eerie and desolate under the darkness. The place that should have been silent was unusually lively tonight, with rows of black cars parked around a vacant factory of thousands of square meters.

A slender figure swept by, and the guards only felt a dark wind blowing by, and when they wanted to take a closer look, there was nothing but darkness around them.