Callum Zhou leaned against the wall and put his fingers on his tie. If anyone asked him why he was hiding in the corridor, he would have an excuse to say that he was sorting out his clothes.
"Dean, you are much younger than me. I am not interested in boys younger than me." Ava's voice was slow and somewhat soothing. It seemed that she really regarded Dean as a child.
"What about Greyson Anson? He is younger than you, but you favor him, don't you? Or is it because of his performance in bed?"
Zhou Zhou shook his head. This Dean was too impatient. A woman like Eva who had seen strong winds and waves would not appreciate it.
"Anson? He is more scheming than me. I like his madness and calmness. When you grow up to his age, you may not be like him." Eva's voice was smiling, but it was unclear whether it was because of the mention of Anson or because of the sight of him. The childishness of a young man, "Dean, find a woman who suits you and enjoy life."
"Eva, I just want to..."
"Okay, that's the end of this topic. I'm going back to the venue. There are a few friends I want to have a good chat with." Eva turned around and walked over, and Zhou Zhou had to hurry back to the venue.
"How's the situation?" Mark's voice came from the earphones.
"Dean Yang was dumped by Eva." Callum Zhou simply satisfied Mark's gossip mentality and continued to pick up the plate and perform his duties as a waiter.
Eva is graceful and graceful, and the blue diamond around her neck looks particularly attractive with her porcelain white skin.
She slowly came to Zhou Zhou, pursed her lips and smiled, reaching for a glass of champagne, "What's your name?"
Callum Zhou smiled back naturally, "My name is Ethan."
"Ah, Ethan. You are really handsome." Ava ran her fingers through his tie with a slightly seductive finger, and then merged into the guests again like flowing water.
Mark's teasing laughter came from the earphones again: "Aha, Eva said you are handsome. Brother, tell me how you feel?"
Callum Zhou ignored Mark.
Then Reece's voice came from the earphone: "Hey, Chow, I think you want to go to the lounge on No. 4. If our source is correct, after lunch, Ava should be there with a few interested people." Buyer's appointment. Go and test the security there. "
Callum Zhou calmly walked half a circle in the venue and walked out of the door.
He carried the plate and walked to the so-called lounge No. 4. Two big Russian men were standing at the door. It was difficult to enter without alerting anyone. It is definitely not difficult for Zhou Zhou to defeat them within thirty seconds, but Eva will definitely cancel the afternoon conversation. Lounge No. 4 is located at the end of the corridor. When Callum Zhou walked over with a plate, the two bodyguards obviously put their hands on their waists alertly, ready to draw their guns.
Zhou Zhou walked to the door of lounge No. 3 and knocked on the door: "Mr. Yang, are you in there?"
"Come in."
Zhou Zhou opened the door and went in. The young man who was in his prime just now was sitting in front of the sofa smoking a cigarette, looking a bit decadent. It seems that he really likes Tessa Eva.
Putting the champagne in front of him, Callum Zhou said softly: "Mr. Yang, Miss Hofsky asked me to give this to you. She said maybe you need to relax."
Dean Yang raised his head and smiled helplessly: "Oh? She gave it to me. It's rare for her to be considerate."
Callum Zhou pretended to be tidying up the room, but in fact he was looking to see if there was any possibility of entering Room 4 from Room 3, even by inserting a bug. But unfortunately, there is no other way except the window directly opposite the door. If he climbed from this window to window 4 after Archer Dean left, he bet someone would see him. And the window in room 4 must be locked.
Archer Dean pressed a hundred-dollar bill into the tray and said, "Go out, I want to be alone for a while."
Callum Zhou said: "Thank you, Mr. Yang."
Turning around and leaving the room, Zhou Chi whispered: "Boss, the room is very tight, there is no chance of entering."
Just when he walked less than five meters, there was a huge explosion behind him.
Before he had time to look back and see what was going on, Callum Zhou was pushed out by the air current.
This bomb was so powerful that the scalding heat burned Callum Zhou, and the moment it hit the ground, his entire body seemed to fall apart. The scattered bricks fell on Callum Zhou, and his instinct told him to protect himself to the maximum extent. In a blur, he saw that Room No. 4 had been blown up, and the two bodyguards standing in front of the door had been blown to pieces.
Why is it a bomb again...
Zhou Chi fell to the ground and tried to get up, but he just turned over.
His mind was in chaos. Someone had already arrived, shouting in his ears, but Callum Zhou couldn't hear him.
After meeting Greyson Anson... I was injured three times in half a year...
But nothing matters anymore. If he dies, there will be no family to mourn for him... I just hope that Captain Reece will remember his preferences and never bring daisies to visit his tombstone... ....He really doesn't like the smell of daisies.
Anson, who was at the charity sale, suddenly felt a sharp pain in his fingertips, flowing along the nerves and into the depths of his brain.
The host on the auction stage is explaining the collection and the bidding begins. The asking prices came one after another around him, but Ansen felt as if he was isolated from this world.
Richard looked sideways at Anson's reaction. He remembered that Anson said that he liked that jade pendant very much because it was a token of love between a princess and a general in ancient China. There seemed to be a very clichéd story. When Anson looked at the brochure, he excitedly said that he would take a photo of it and give it to Callum Zhou. Although Richard sincerely felt that Callum Zhou would not appreciate it.
Just when Richard was about to pat the absent-minded Anson, his phone suddenly vibrated. Anson's body was shaken and he returned to the real world. The number appears to be from Ava. He smiled elegantly, "Hey, dear Eva, your diamond exhibition is so boring, so do you miss me?"
"Someone tried to blow me up." Eva's voice was cold.
The call for the charity sale rang out, Anson stood up and left quietly, Richard followed him, and the two came to the corridor.
"Are you doubting me? Because I am the only guest who was invited by you but did not attend the exhibition?" Anson raised a smile.
"I can't think of any reason why you got rid of me. The only possibility is that your old enemy Massive wants to take advantage of me."
"Don't say that. Isn't my old enemy your old enemy? I'll go over to see you tonight."
"No need, Interpol is at the venue, and the explosion happened to injure a police officer. Please be more careful during this time."
After saying that, the phone hung up.
"Interpol?" Anson narrowed his eyes and made a call, but the call was not answered.
"Sir, what's wrong?"
"It's okay." Anson put the phone back in his pocket and returned to the charity fair.
After that, Anson kept smiling as he watched the exhibits constantly changing. Even the host of the charity sale was wondering why Greyson Anson, the largest buyer of the charity sale, seemed to have lost interest in bidding, which was completely opposite to this man's previous squandering of money.
"Sir, are there no exhibits you like?" Richard asked quietly.
"No." The smile on Anson's lips did not change, but Richard knew that his boss was not happy.
"Sir, is massing bothering you?"
"Are you kidding?" Anson raised his eyebrows.
At this time, a piece of ancient Chinese jade was being bid for on the stage, and someone happened to call out "one hundred thousand dollars".
Anson raised his hand and casually shouted "One million."
The entire charity hall fell silent. After the host was stunned for two seconds, he quickly said: "One million once! One million twice! Is there any higher bid? One million three times! This ancient Chinese jade It belongs to Mr. Greyson Anson!"
Anson stood up with his lips curled up, and all the buyers looked at this crazy bidder.
"Come on, Richard, this charity sale is boring."
He put his hands in his pockets and walked away.
"Sir Greyson Anson! Your ancient jade..."
"I'll send you the check shortly!"
Entering the elevator, Richard whispered: "Sir, you said that even if you are as rich as the rest of the world, you will not waste money casually. The ancient Chinese jade just now is obviously not worth a million."
"That's my money, I decide how to spend it."
"But I remember you said before that you liked the jade pendant, not the ancient jade."
"Where's that jade pendant?" Anson stopped and stared at Richard's face and asked.
"You were in a daze during the bidding. It must have been bought by someone else now."
"Really? You go contact the buyer and I'm willing to pay twice the transaction price to buy it."
Richard curled his lips.
The elevator door opened and they came to the lobby. Anson seemed to suddenly stop and said to Richard: "Help me check who was killed and injured at Yang's diamond exhibition today."
Richard sighed slightly, "Yes, sir."
Two hours later, Anson returned to his villa. Bach was playing in the living room, and the music blended into the air. He was holding a cup of black tea and standing in front of the newly hung modern painting, his eyes lingering, as if he admired it very much.
And the modern painting turned out to be exactly the same as before.
"Sir, the explosion at the Young's Diamond Exhibition killed two of Ms. Tessa Eva's bodyguards. I believe you are not interested in their names." Richard walked behind him, Said while holding the phone.
"Yeah. There's more." Anson's seemingly gentle eyes cooled down.
"The heir of the Yang family, Dean Yang, was injured in the bombing. He is still in the intensive care unit and is not out of danger yet."
"Well... I really like Yang's diamond craftsmanship. Give Mr. Yang a call to express my concern."
"And..." Richard paused slightly and continued, "The Interpol dispatched this time included Reece's team. Officer Callum Zhou was too close to the center of the explosion when he exploded, so... ..I just got the news from the hospital that he has passed away. "
"...Was it painful when he left?" Anson's tone remained the same, but the smile at the corners of his eyes and brows turned cold.
"Forehead......"
"You know I never like telling the truth, but I like it when others tell the truth to me." Anson turned around and looked directly at Richard, leaning on the painting.
"...I heard that the burn area exceeded 50%..."
"That's just painful."
"It's not necessarily true. He had already passed out when the explosion ended. He didn't wake up until he died. Maybe he couldn't feel anything."
Anson chuckled slightly, a bit mockingly.
"It doesn't matter whether he is in pain or not, because he is already dead." Anson put down the black tea cup and sat back on the sofa. "Today's black tea didn't taste very good. Let's change it tomorrow."
"Sir, you always drink this kind of black tea."
"But I don't like it now."
"Are you feeling sorry for Callum Zhou?"
"Richard," Anson said in a long voice, "This is like a game. The beginning is exciting and attractive, but the end is too fast and boring."
"But it doesn't matter. Next time Team Leader Reece will bring new people to trouble you, maybe you will find another interesting game."
"Maybe."
"Also... Sir, I bought that jade pendant. Do you want to take a look?"
"Put it on my desk."
At night, Anson sat in front of the computer. On the screen was Callum Zhou shaving in front of the mirror. The aftershave lotion he used was really cheap, and Anson once bought it with great interest and tried it. My skin feels very tight after using it, and even the light fragrance has deteriorated. On the screen, Callum Zhou had just washed off the excess bubbles on his face. Judging from his expression, he seemed to be humming a song with a hearty smile. With a click of the mouse in Anson's hand, the picture was frozen at that moment.
After a long time, Ansen suddenly pressed his forehead and laughed.
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