Lu Lingxiao drove a red Mercedes to Qiao Jingrong's house to pick him up, and then, under Qiao Jingrong's guidance, went to Mr. Song's residence.
The living environment is excellent, located in the heart of Paris.
From a distance, before they even got close, Lu Lingxiao and Feng Zhiyi keenly sensed that someone was pointing guns at their heads—no fewer than six or seven sniper rifles, though they were very well concealed.
But it still couldn't be hidden from them.
After all, one was the strongest soldier in the army, and the other was a top assassin in his previous life.
Experienced.
The couple quickly exchanged a glance.
Lu Lingxiao continued driving his Mercedes.
After parking the car, the three of them got out without changing their expressions.
Lu Lingxiao and Feng Zhiyi followed behind Qiao Jingrong hand in hand. Qiao Jingrong was already very experienced. He calmly knocked on the door and saw the female nanny who opened it for them.
He flashed his signature smile. "Is Mr. Song home? I have an appointment with him to visit his home today."
As he spoke, he turned to the side and pointed at Lu Lingxiao and Feng Zhiyi.
“They are my younger brother and sister-in-law. They heard that Mr. Song is very knowledgeable, so they came all the way from London to Paris to visit him and ask him to give them some pointers on their studies.”
Lu Lingxiao and Feng Zhiyi nodded to the nanny without making a sound.
This is no ordinary nanny.
Don't be fooled by the fact that she's a middle-aged woman and you might think she's just a nanny. In reality, this nanny is quite skilled.
Moreover, she was carrying a gun!
The nanny glanced at the two of them, then immediately looked at Feng Zhiyi's backpack.
The meaning is clear: open and inspect.
Feng Zhiyi decisively opened the bag and handed it to the white female nanny. She opened the bag with both hands, and the contents inside were clearly visible.
The wallet contained a large amount of cash and identification documents, but nothing else.
The Hermès bag only contained two small packs of tissues, perfume, lipstick, and a few small snacks...
Inspection completed.
The nanny stepped aside and said, "The master is resting at home today."
As soon as he finished speaking, Song Rui came out upon hearing the sound.
Upon seeing the two young men beside Qiao Jingrong, he was delighted and greeted Qiao Jingrong happily, "Comrade Qiao, did you come to have tea with me? These two must be your younger brother and sister-in-law, right? Please come in and have a seat."
It was written in Mandarin.
The nanny couldn't understand a single word.
"Mr. Song, I brought some new tea leaves. I would appreciate it if you could give them some pointers later. They are always distracted in class, but they admire you very much!"
Qiao Jingrong spoke calmly, and then introduced Lu Lingxiao and Feng Zhiyi, "This is Professor Song. Haven't you two been saying you wanted to meet Mr. Song? Now that you've met him, hurry up and greet him."
"Hello, Mr. Song! I've long admired your name, and today I'm so glad to finally meet you!"
Lu Lingxiao and Feng Zhiyi said in unison.
Feng Zhiyi looked at Song Rui with a slightly admiring tone, "Mr. Song, I heard from my older brother that you have excellent calligraphy skills. Could you please give me some pointers?"
Song Rui immediately understood her unspoken meaning. He stood up with a smile and led them to the study. "Little girl, you also like practicing calligraphy? That's good, that's good. Write well in a little while. I need to see your skill level before deciding whether I should give you some pointers."
Lu Lingxiao politely chimed in from behind, "Mr. Song, my wife writes calligraphy very well. If you don't believe me, you can ask her to write a couple more pieces; I guarantee you won't be disappointed!"
Song Rui raised an eyebrow and smiled in surprise, "Oh? Really? So young, and already so skilled?"
As soon as he finished speaking, they arrived at the study.
"Please come in."
Song Rui pushed open the study door and invited the group in to talk.
As soon as the guests were seated, the nanny came upstairs with a tray carrying several cups of tea. She knocked on the door symbolically and then went inside.
Song Rui was already used to it; after all, he had been doing it this way for many years.
So he didn't even look up.
The nanny followed them upstairs so quickly, her purpose was very clear: first, to come in and monitor them, and second, to see if Song Rui had given his achievements to Lu Xiaoling and the others.
That's right.
To ensure that all of Professors Song Rui and Li Yaxing's research findings remained in France, high-ranking officials in Paris had been monitoring their daily lives and preventing them from handing over the materials to any Chinese person.
Otherwise, why would the white nanny have caught up so quickly?
It's just that they're afraid Song Rui will secretly give the things to Lu Lingxiao and Feng Zhiyi so they can take them away.
After placing the tea on the small round table, the nanny stepped aside to wipe the bookshelf, showing no intention of leaving.
The bookshelf was spotless and gleaming, yet she still lingered there with a rag in her hand.
Feng Zhiyi and Lu Lingxiao seemed oblivious to the nanny in the corner, a cold glint flashing in their eyes. Could they not communicate if they didn't leave?
Innocent!
Feng Zhiyi glanced around the study casually, then smiled and said, "Mr. Song, I'd like to offer my humble calligraphy first. Please take a look and see if it passes the test."
"Let me make this clear first, if it's too ugly, I won't look at it," Song Rui said with a smile, grinding ink and laying out paper while handing a brush to Feng Zhiyi.
Feng Zhiyi took the brush and wrote a line of Yan script vertically on the Xuan paper, starting with a sharp tip and ending with a sharp tip.
Then switch to cursive script.
Finally, it was transformed into running script.
The dragons and phoenixes dance, vigorous and powerful.
One type is incomprehensible even to foreigners, let alone three.
But Song Rui understood.
He was incredibly surprised.
Feng Zhiyi wrote, "We will be evacuating in five days. Are there any problems? If there are no problems, please pack your things in advance and inform your family. We will come to your house to pick you up at 11 p.m. five days from now."
People who have no knowledge of calligraphy cannot understand what she has written at all.
However, for those with profound attainments in calligraphy, it is well known that Feng Zhiyi's calligraphy skills are no less than fifteen years old.
Song Rui showed a hint of surprise. He took a new sheet of Xuan paper and quickly wrote, "Okay, but be careful of those people watching outside. Also, all the books in my study need to be taken away."
Every book on his bookshelf is very important; he cannot afford to lose any of them.
In particular, the published books on the left-hand bookshelf contain numerous notes, all of which are data analyses that are of great help to domestic scientific research.
"Mr. Song, you are truly learned! I am completely humbled. My knowledge is like that of a primary school student compared to yours."
Feng Zhiyi said with a smile, picked up a calligraphy brush, and replied in running script, "You just need to wait patiently at home with your family, and we will take care of the rest."
"Don't worry, none of your books will be left to foreigners."
Because the nanny kept pacing around the study and glancing in their direction, they communicated entirely through calligraphy.
Since both of them knew several styles of calligraphy, it was very convenient for them to communicate.
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