He had to remind them immediately that Bo Qingrong's position had changed, and they had to think of countermeasures as soon as possible and put Rongshengtang aside as soon as possible.

Thinking of the management of Rongshengtang over the years, Shopkeeper Song felt ache.

After so long, everything went smoothly. Unexpectedly, Bo Qingrong kicked into the ditch.

The mud cannot support the wall...

But I don't have time to pay attention to him for the time being, so wait until the matter comes to an end.

Manager Song's eyes were cold and he lit a cigarette.

He did not go back to the store, but went straight to the Antiques City.

After turning seven or eight turns and making sure no one follows, I finally walked into one of the alleys.

Manager Song's whereabouts soon reported to Mei Zhou. He thought carefully for a long time before nodding slowly: "Closing the Internet cafe."

Although I also want to catch bigger fish, I am more worried that I can’t get enough water from the bamboo basket.

The amount of bait they threw in is not light now, so they don’t need to bet on that percentage.

After much thought, Manager Song stayed until after ten o'clock.

After he left, several people in the room were still discussing the next development direction.

Some people say that they will strangle Rong Shengtang's retreat first, give everyone a warning, and then find another partner.

Some people also say that it is important to find Mei Zhou first for a few days.

Before they could discuss one, two or three, a group of people broke into the door.

When the plum boat people arrived, the building was already empty.

When Mei Zhou heard the news, he clapped his palm on the handrail: "Are you late?"

"Yes." The subordinate was quite incredible and frowned: "We checked all the surveillance cameras, but no results were found."

They checked all the people involved in this matter. Manager Song was at home at that time, and Bo Qingrong ran to drink, but now he didn't know the personnel.

Shen Fengmian and Qin Qingyue had midnight snacks together, Boss Huo slept in the hotel, and Jia Ke had already boarded the plane.

"Where is he going?"

"Go to the countryside." The subordinate paused and added: "He said before that he only had a few pieces of bronze ware at present, and the rest were all in his hometown in the countryside."

So this time he went back to the countryside to get bronze ware, which is legitimate.

Mei Zhou looked at him with a sarcastic look: "So you not only lost people, but also don't even know how they lost them or who caught them."

"..." The subordinate showed a look of shame.

If they could find someone, they wouldn't be so embarrassed.

"We will continue to look for it. Anyway, such a large group of people cannot disappear out of thin air. If it doesn't work, I will arrange for someone to look for relatives..."

"No need." Mei Zhou was silent for a moment and suddenly smiled.

His smile was three points of pride and five points of sadness.

The subordinate couldn't bear to read more and lowered his head in shame.

Then he heard Mei Zhou silly: "They are in my junior brother's hands, I'll go find him."

His junior brother?

The subordinate was stunned and hesitantly said: "But...Shen Fengmian..."

"If he really has nothing to do with this matter, he doesn't need to make any effort to create evidence of absence." Mei Zhou knocked his finger on the armrest and sighed: "He is telling me that he wants to see me, and he is very anxious."

Although he felt that this was not a suitable time to meet, he had already reached this point. If he still avoided him, he would be too sorry for his junior brother's plan.

"But...Mr. Mei..."

"You go and arrange it." Mei Zhou closed his eyes and glanced at him indifferently: "Stop messing around."

"yes!"

It's raining again.

The plum boat pushed the wheelchair and slowly moved it to the window.

He paused for a long time before reaching out to open the window.

The hazy drizzle drizzled, and the whole city was shrouded in a fog, like a dream.

If it were the past, he would definitely find it very beautiful.

But now...

Mei Zhou stroked his knees with trembling hands, frowned slightly, and felt a hint of pain in his eyes.

Whenever it rains, his wounds hurt so much.

I'm afraid this problem will be followed by him for the rest of his life.

I don’t know what Xiaomian will look like after he knows the news.

Mei Zhou sighed and closed his eyes with confidence.

Forget it, there will be this day.

When the brothers met, they thought it would be so thrilling. The subordinates even imagined how Chen Fengmian would cry bitterly and howl in the plum boat.

But in fact, Chen Fengmian just stepped forward and touched his legs, frowned: "Can you answer?"

"No." Mei Zhou looked calm, as if he was talking about someone else's situation: "I have missed the best opportunity unless I interrupted again, but... I will be limp."

"Yes." Chen Fengmian sat down opposite him, his eyes calmly: "Tell me."

What are you saying? The subordinates are stunned.

Mei Zhou glanced at him and waved his hand: "You go out first."

After the people in the house were cleared, Mei Zhou sighed: "You shouldn't have come."

"I want to know why you made yourself like this." Chen Fengmian stepped straight into his head with sharp eyes: "What's going on with those three hundred paintings?"

Speaking of this, it's a long story.

Mei Zhou couldn't help but sigh when he thought about the past.

"I haven't told you before, I've actually been to Jiangyun."

Not only did Chen Fengmian not know about this, but also did not know about the master, but he had never told him about it.

Because it wasn't a glorious thing, Mei Zhou smiled bitterly: "If it weren't for this accident, I just wanted to come and see if he was doing well."

He Chen Fengmian keenly captured: "Who is he? Bo Qingrong? Or shopkeeper Song?"

"Bo Qingrong." Mei Zhou glanced at him and lit a cigarette: "He is my sister's son, my nephew."

His sister...

Chen Fengmian thought for a moment and frowned: "You said it at the beginning..."

"Yes, my sister has gone abroad." Mei Zhou smiled and felt helpless: "She is very willful and leaves as soon as she says, leaving the child to my parents. You know what happened later."

The senior brother and his parents were in a car accident when they were young, and his elder sister was far away from abroad and had no news at all. She could not contact her at all. If she had not met her master, she would have been eaten by relatives who covet the inheritance.

The master wanted to adopt the two children, but the little nephew was too young and a baby. The master was so ugly that he really couldn't take care of him.

Finally, the senior brother asked someone to find a good family and gave it away from afar, with half of the property attached.

Uncle Master has complained about these things many times, but he is worried that his senior brother will be frightened by those relatives again. He has been talking about them over and over again, and Chen Fengmian remembers them.

He nodded and said in confusion: "So, are the three hundred paintings for Bo Qingrong? Have you told him your identity?"

"No." Mei Zhou smiled, with a bitter smile: "I promised Bo Jinhui that no matter what he had, I would never tell my nephew the truth. If he wanted those three hundred paintings, I would give them, which would be... a little greeting from my uncle."

"That's right..." Chen Fengmian nodded slowly. Looking at the senior brother's painful appearance, he suddenly put his jaw on one hand and said lightly: "Have you ever thought that Bo Qingrong and the doll in your memory are not the same person at all?"
Chapter completed!