I earn really hard money

Chapter 53 Goodbye Four Seasons
The staff took the ten-dollar knife without hesitation, nodded with a smile, and said, "Sir, please wait a moment, I will contact Ms. Ruan right now, 'Goodbye Four Seasons', right?"

It's really easy to earn ten dollars, just make a phone call, the staff thought to themselves.

"Yes, 'Goodbye Four Seasons,' thank you."

He Xia expressed his heartfelt thanks.

The staff went to the office area to find the phone, and dialed the contact information left by the gallery owner Luo Wen.

"Mr. Luo, I'm Baomirhan, and I need you to convey something to Ms. Ruan."

"Well, you said, we are together." Luo Wen's voice came from the phone.

After some consideration, Baomirhan said, "Today, a painter came to the gallery and said that he is creating a series of 'Goodbye Four Seasons' paintings. I hope to ask Ms. Ruan some questions about painting."

Pingdang...

"'Goodbye Four Seasons'?" Luo Wen's words were full of doubts. At the same time, the sound of something falling to the ground sounded beside him, and then Luo Wen asked with concern: "Wen, are you okay?"

Ruan Wen waved his hand to Luo Wen, ignored him, went to the phone and picked up the receiver: "That painter said 'goodbye to the four seasons'?"

"Yes, Ms. Ruan."

Baomir Khan swallowed with the receiver in his hand, feeling that things were not that simple.

"What does he look like?"

Ruan Wen asked eagerly.

Bao Mierhan turned his head subconsciously, but only saw the closed door, he said: "A middle-aged white man, bloated and a bit sloppy."

"White man? I see, tell that painter to wait, I'm going to the gallery!"

After that, Ruan Wen ended the call.

Luo Wen looked puzzled at Ruan Wen who was packing his bags and preparing to leave, and said, "Is there any secret about the theme of 'Goodbye Four Seasons' that I don't know?"

As the owner of the gallery, he doesn't want the painter he personally picked up to hide something from him!
Ruan Wen glanced at Luo Wen obscurely, smiled, and said, "Don't be so sensitive, I'm just interested in this topic!"

Luo Wen stood by the window and looked at Ruan Wen who was driving away. For some reason, he felt that this up-and-coming painter who was personally popular was getting farther and farther away from him.

Before Ruan Wen's car was out of sight, the phone rang again. Luo Wen picked up the receiver, and after a while, his eyes showed surprise, and said: "Okay, I understand, and I will tell Ms. Ruan about Mr. Li Wen's unfortunate death. ,thanks."

After hanging up the phone, Luo Wen wrote down a note in case he forgot to tell Ruan Wen about the phone call.

Baomir Khan, who received He Xia's ten dollars, returned to the gallery after calling, found He Xia and said, "Sir, I have conveyed your intention to Ms. Ruan. Just wait, she'll be here soon."

He Xia was overjoyed. He held Baomir Khan's arms and said excitedly, "Thank you so much, but I can't see Ms. Ruan Wen like this. I'm going to get ready."

"Yes, you can indeed prepare a little bit." Bao Mierhan nodded in agreement, indicating that He Xia should at least smooth out the messy hair, and it would be better if he could touch some hairspray.

He Xia quickly left the gallery, the preparation he said was completely different from Baomirhan's preparation, he was going to buy a guy!
The control of guns in North America is not strict. This is the case in New York and Vancouver. Soon, He Xia got a Sig Sauer from a local gangster and equipped it with a good-performance silencer. The level of silencer that comes with Browning sporting pistols.

After buying the gun, He Xia planned to prepare the air ticket to Hong Kong Island in advance, so as not to make a mistake and be too late to leave.

Coincidentally, not far from the gallery, there is an air ticket agency about a hundred meters away.

He Xia looked at the plump white woman in the window and asked, "Is there any flight to Hong Kong Island today?"

The woman who sold the ticket tapped her fingers on the keyboard: "There is a bus at [-]:[-] in the morning, and it stops in Tokyo, is that okay?"

He Xia looked at the clock on the wall, it was already nine o'clock, and it would take five or ten minutes at the fastest to go to a few games from here, and he hadn't finished his work yet, so it must be too late, so he shook his head.

The white woman continued to inquire: "At [-]:[-], Air Canada stops in Seoul."

He Xia thought for a while and said, "I hope that between twelve o'clock and one o'clock, it's better not to transfer, it will take less time."

The conductor was a little impatient, and then checked, and said: "There is no direct flight, at [-]:[-], United Airlines, with a stop in Tokyo, and a total flight time of [-] hours. Only this one meets your requirements."

He Xia thought about it, the plane at [-]:[-] will arrive at the airport for check-in at [-]:[-] at the latest, that is to say, it will depart from the current place to the airport at [-]:[-] at the latest, and there are still two hours left!
If everything goes well, there is enough time, and if it doesn’t go well, just give up the mission of the punisher. He Xia didn’t hesitate to buy a ticket for this flight. The mission has already started for one day, and it will take another day to go to Hong Kong Island. He needs to set aside enough time for the main mission. time.

The procedures for buying air tickets are not troublesome, but the price of the ticket made He Xia feel very painful, and it cost more than 3000 US dollars!

"A third is gone again, I, Dior..."

He Xia felt helpless as he touched the banknotes that were getting thinner and thinner in his pockets. After arriving on Hong Kong Island, there were still things to spend money on, but it was a pity that the air tickets could not be avoided anyway. Trains can climb, so can planes climb too?
will die...

I took the plane ticket and put it in my pocket, took a picture, touched my back secretly, and was about to walk towards the gallery, when I saw a silver Lexus parked in the parking space in front of the gallery, and an elegant Asian lady walked out of the car It was his goal, Ruan Wen!
Very tasteful outfits, the color matching from top to bottom is very particular.

"Beautiful, elegant, and talented, what a shame."

He Xia shook his head slightly, thinking that he really couldn't bear to let such a beauty die, he couldn't bear it, he knew what to do!
If it was in the real world, he would really like to make friends with such a woman.

Adjust your mentality and step towards the gallery.

Ruan Wen appeared in the gallery and immediately attracted the attention of many visitors. After a short greeting, she found Bao Mierhan.

"Baumierhan, where is the gentleman you mentioned?"

"He said he was going to get ready, oh, here he is."

Baomir Khan looked towards the door, just in time to see the unkempt He Xia walking into the gallery. It seemed that nothing had changed, and he was still so sloppy.

Seeing He Xia's appearance and clothes, Ruan Wen frowned, feeling a lot of doubts in her heart, but she didn't say much, just said: "Take him to my office."

After all, she walked towards the office area behind the gallery.

Bao Mierhan walked up to He Xia with a champagne tray, and said politely: "Sir, Ms. Ruan has come and is waiting for you in the office, please follow me."

While speaking, he handed a glass of champagne to He Xia. This respect and courtesy was completely for Ruan Van's identity as a guest.

(End of this chapter)