Austria, Elena Manor.

At this time, it was 7:45 in the morning, and the tall French butler commanded the servant to push the cart to the door of the study.

"Miss's breakfast."

The nurse who sat behind the desk at the door of the housekeeper said.

As an heiress raised by a traditional high family.

Although the Elena family has always been known for being art lovers, the workaholic style of the old military lords and military aristocracy of Germany and Austria can still be seen in Anna.

Miss Anna's daily routine is extremely regular and self-disciplined, as accurate as a clockwork clock.

She never stays up late and insists on doing an hour and a half of upper body yoga every day.

She is unable to walk, and in order to prevent the atrophy of her leg muscles, a special therapist spends an hour in the evening massaging her to relax the corresponding muscles.

Anna goes to bed at half past ten and wakes up at half past six every day.

She would spend an hour in the morning after a simple wash, and read the day's political newspapers and art magazines.

If needed, an outline of the relevant review will be written.

At 7:45 a.m., the housekeeper would order the maid to bring a breakfast consisting mainly of organic corn cereal and decaf coffee.

She finished her breakfast in her study.

If she needs to go to work or have a formal social event, the housekeeper will pick out the right clothes for her and arrange for the driver to be ready to go.

If it's a day off that isn't scheduled on the schedule, she takes care of some personal matters before lunch.

Day after day, year after year, the regularity does not look at all like a young woman in her twenties.

But today, for the first time, the door of the study did not open as usual with the bell ringing of the nurse aunt sitting in the secretary's office at the door.

"Miss Anna? Your breakfast. ”

The nurse's aunt rang the internal phone in the room.

"Oh, please come in."

Seconds later, just as the servants began to wonder if the mistress of the manor was not feeling well, Anna's voice was heard inside.

The butler pushed the door open.

ANNA SAT BEHIND AN OPEN MAC ON HER DESK, STARING AT THE SCREEN WITH HER FACE FACING THE SKY.

"I'll leave it here in the breakfast cart, I'll eat it later."

The hostess said without raising her head.

Although the butler was curious, he naturally did not disagree with the employer's decision.

He ordered the servant to put aside the breakfast cart and the hot towel to wipe his face, turned around, and crept away.

Before leaving,

He noticed that the newspapers and magazines he had placed in the corner of the room this morning were still there as they were, and he hadn't even touched them once.

The housekeeper felt that Anna had been acting very unnaturally lately.

Especially on that day, after the influx of setting groups in the manor to record the show. He often saw Anna frowning and looking in a trance.

……

"Hurry up, why haven't you replied to the message yet?"

Anna's finger clicked the refresh button at the top of the screen on the touchpad again.

Her face was still cold, but the slight frowning brows and the tapping of her fingers on the table from time to time showed that her mood was definitely not calm at this time.

On the computer webpage is Gu Weijing's detective cat online store.

The page shows that Anna has sent a lot of messages to the other party. And the mysterious detective cat still didn't reply a word.

"What is she doing?"

"Did she see my message?"

"If you saw it, why didn't you reply?"

"Was she scolded by people on the Internet? Won't it be sad. ”

"Did she get tricked into signing a contract she shouldn't have signed by those damn art vampires?"

Countless chaotic thoughts poured into Anna's mind, and the critic lady, who had always been known for her elegance and calmness, lost her former composure.

Ever since Thomas's video was recorded that day, Anna has been wanting to contact the detective cat wife.

If it weren't for the non-disclosure contract, I wouldn't have been able to divulge the information or contact any of the seven illustrators until Thomas Video was officially launched.

She had already sent a message to the detective cat on the day she saw the other party's work.

Anna's heart was not only because of the joy of discovering her own outstanding genius, but also because of the urgency to talk to the master.

More often than not, it's pure worry.

Judging from the behavior of this person who has master-level painting skills, but still sells cheap popular illustrations on the Internet, Anna guesses that the other party's living conditions will not be too good.

At this time, she suddenly became famous, and all kinds of complicated news came to her for a while.

There are so many people on the Internet, there are praises, and naturally there are people who feel that he is not worthy of being scolded side by side with Jane Arnold.

Anna doesn't think the illustrator who makes a living selling paintings online might handle it well.

She might even fall into some trap.

Why does a master like Cao Lao need a dedicated art assistant and agent to handle the contract and related content for him?

And these most personal staff basically have a high salary + commission salary structure.

Great painters can earn a total of $100 million a year, and these assistants often have a salary of tens of millions of dollars.

It's not that the master has a big shelf, or that there is nowhere to spend a lot of money, but that countless predecessors have planted it on it.

Not to mention that many masters are very worrisome in their ability to handle property, and their level of self-care is like that of a disabled person, and there are many twists and turns in the contract that normal people can't understand.

The high rake is nothing.

For example, some small galleries like to make some signing fees that seem generous, but in fact they have some default clauses that cannot be completed at all.

Similar to some South Korea's art economy companies that have been denounced by the media as sweatshops.

Signed a 10-year contract, superficial scenery, and after doing it, I found that I still owed the company money.

These informal art dealers like to suck detective cats the most, and they have excellent painting skills, and they are originally unknown, but they have suddenly gained a huge amount of traffic.

It looked like a gold mine to them.

Like slave owners, they flogged their painters, squeezed their labor and inspiration, and finally threw them away without mercy.

This kind of journalism is not only in the field of painting and music, nor is it just something that has happened in recent times. Anna was clear about this, and Balzac was almost forced to jump off the building by his publisher.

But there is something special about the field of painting...... It's money laundering.

There's no need to shy away from it.

In the art and antiques market, which is rising year by year, in addition to the benign art economy, there are also shocking money laundering activities.

Some of the inexplicable auctions may even be behind unconscionable activities such as drug lords or human trafficking in Latin America.

If you accidentally stick to these people, a painter will be ruined.

Even if none of these things happen, if you are in a hurry to make money and take on some paintings that you don't like and are not good at, this is also a huge stain on your career.

Faced with the temptation of sudden riches, can that detective cat really hold on?

Anna was worried that the other party had taken a contract that she shouldn't have accepted, and she was worried that someone wanted to launder his work, and she was worried that the other party would not be sprayed by a little red-eyed troll......

She felt like an old mother who was worried about her children, and she hadn't slept well for days.

"Mrs. Detective Cat, are you there?"

Anna typed again.