03 A Grand Encounter | His name is Jiang Yu
The news of the plane's emergency landing in Engi quickly topped the news.
Amidst the sudden increase in heartbeat, Jiang Yu's phone vibrated first. It was Director Zhang calling.
He glanced at the phone screen and then looked into Lin Weifeng's eyes.
He realized that he hadn't even had a chance to introduce himself.
Lin Weifeng thought that he was affecting his ability to answer the phone, so he took the initiative to say, "I'm going to go inside to eat something first, you go ahead and do your thing."
Jiang Yu was silent for a moment and nodded.
Jiang Yu: "Director Zhang."
"I saw the news. Is it safe?"
"It's safe, Director Zhang, don't worry."
"Injured?"
"No."
"That's good," Director Zhang said succinctly. "Commissioner Hawa, Deputy Secretary-General of the headquarters, is at Engi Airport right now. He's willing to give you a ride. It's a good opportunity."
Jiang Yu hesitated for a moment and didn't answer immediately.
"What's the problem?" Director Zhang asked.
"Roger that, Director Zhang."
"I've sent you the rendezvous information. Take a look, pack up, and go. Don't delay."
"clear."
"That's it for now."
The call ended quickly and Jiang Yu quickly got back to work.
He walked to the door of the lounge, but didn't go in. He just stood there and looked at Lin Weifeng, and saw that she was video chatting with her parents.
Lin Weifeng attracted the attention and exchanged glances with him.
Then she complained to her phone, "It was that handsome guy who spoke in a sassy way. Although he was a little irritating when he first started talking, he fastened my seat belt when I wasn't paying attention. No matter how much the plane shook, I sat there as steady as a rock, not panicking at all."
Jiang Yu: “…”
His lips curled up in a meaningful smile.
While she was describing the tense environment in a rhythmic manner, Jiang Yu bent his finger, pointed at the tip of his nose, and then moved two fingers back and forth, indicating that he was about to leave.
Lin Weifeng was talking to his parents while watching his movements and knew that he was going to leave for a while.
She waved her hand and let him go.
However, she thought he was just leaving for a short while, perhaps to go to the bathroom or to hang out somewhere else.
Unexpectedly, I didn’t see him again until I boarded the connecting plane.
His name is Jiang Yu, Jiang Yu, who is famous throughout the world.
This was the only information she knew.
The auction will be held in the afternoon three days later. In the past two days, Lin Weifeng has been constantly making "Fu" reports and condolence calls.
"I'm fine, I'm alive."
"I just almost died."
"It's not a plane crash, it's just clear air turbulence."
"I didn't buy insurance. Well, I lost money."
"I'm scared? That's hilarious, how could that be possible? I've seen the world, okay?"
…
Two days of busy keyboard and stubborn lips dispelled all worries and fears.
Amidst her increasingly arrogant boasts of "not being afraid", her vitality was completely restored, so that she would no longer associate this little accident with Jiang Yu.
but……
Her best friend, Sun Zhengxiao, who was the first to hear her story, would always yell at her in a questioning tone: "Sister, why don't you just wake up and leave me your contact information? The matchmaker has brought love right before your eyes, and you can't even notice it?"
Lin Weifeng said calmly, "No... We were just on the same plane together, and no one knew each other. How could he be someone sent by Yue Lao?"
"Do you really want to live a life like boiled water for the rest of your life? Fate! Do you understand fate? Fate is like this, it appears with a veil, and you need to take the initiative to lift it, so that you can establish a long-term relationship with the person behind the veil."
"..." Lin Weifeng drank the juice calmly, "That's what you said when you met Yang Xiuqi back then."
Sun Zhengxiao: “…”
Lin Weifeng: "I did reveal the veil, but it turned out that he treated me to a meal and gave me free rides just to get closer to my roommate."
"That was an exception, let's not talk about it." Sun Zhengxiao was anxious and angry, and every word she said was full of emotion. "What about you two? I mean, you and that Jiang Yu, are you breaking up just like that?"
"Otherwise, when he left, I didn't even know he was completely gone. Maybe after he was safe, he thought of his wife and girlfriend and decided to distance himself from me."
"What a pity," Sun Zhengxiao gradually calmed down, "I thought you would finally experience the bitterness of love."
Lin Weifeng said casually: "I will not fall into the trap of the suspension bridge effect. Passersby are just passersby after all."
After hanging up the phone, she protected her neck and lay flat on the bed in the hotel, looking at the crystal chandelier on the ceiling that occasionally tinkled.
Everything should be over.
The only thing left is that the pain in my neck has been greatly reduced and has returned to normal.
But, is it because I have boasted too much? Why do I feel empty inside?
The reason why the suspension bridge effect can be called an "effect" is because there is sufficient objective statistical data to prove it and countless psychological tests to support it.
Walking onto the suspension bridge and then leaving it, Lin Weifeng naturally could not escape the subtle touch of everything coming to an abrupt end.
She thought back to herself about what had happened that day.
A bit handsome, with tight muscles, courageous and righteous, and a faint smile...
eight.
That gesture is eight.
He seemed to be about to say something, but was interrupted.
Lin Weifeng opened his mobile phone and looked up what activities Lanxi Country had in the past few days, including the eighth session.
No.
What about the eighth and eightieth anniversaries?
Neither do I.
That……
She suddenly remembered how Lao Lin always used this hand gesture to imitate a gun when they were little, and played house with her, saying, "I am a policeman."
When she introduces Lao Lin to others, she raises her hands and says, "My dad can shoot! Bang, bang, bang, he hits every corner!"
She also seemed to have corrected one of Lao Lin's students on his hand gestures, saying that if one hand was used to make the shape "eight" to represent a gun, then the other hand would have to be the buttstock. If one didn't want to use the buttstock, then the index and middle fingers of one hand should be together and extended.
"Childish." She quickly stopped her memories. She was really childish when she was a child.
So, he's a policeman?
It's not impossible.
Jiang Yu's handsome face appeared clearly in my mind.
Where his arms were tied, the cell clusters seemed to revive again, and there was a strong sense of oppression.
Lin Weifeng said to himself, "He really does look righteous."
After much speculation, she lost her temper.
Passersby are just passersby after all.
It doesn't matter who he is or who he isn't.
Once you have sorted out your thoughts and overcome the suspension bridge effect, it won’t matter anymore.
On the afternoon before the auction, Sheng Xin arranged a telephone conference at the request of the Fuzi Consulting Unit.
Lin Weifeng participated on time through the online platform.
The representative at the meeting asked, "Lawyer Lin, are you saying that applying for copyright protection is not feasible?"
Lin Weifeng: "Yes, the current copyright law protects works, not media. The object under your organization's management responsibilities is actually the stone engraved with the word 'Fu', which is essentially a media. To protect this word as a work, firstly, its originality may not be enough, and secondly, as a cultural relic, if it must be recognized as a work, it has already exceeded the protection period."
"Then can't we use the law to protect this cultural relic?"
Sheng Xin continued, "Registering a trademark can prevent the imperial calligraphy of the character 'Fu' from being abused in the market. At the same time, your museum can also use the 'Fu' trademark to develop cultural and creative products, broadening the connection between your institution and this character."
"Understood. I'll report this to my superiors and then discuss the follow-up work with you."
Sheng Xin: "You are busy."
After the meeting, Sheng Xin asked Lin Weifeng, "The work that cultural relics lawyers have to do is rather trivial, and the results aren't immediate. Isn't that different from the kind of international presence you want?"
"No," Lin Weifeng closed the computer, "It's very interesting to be able to connect the law and cultural relics bit by bit."
"That's good. By the way, Mr. Li said that as a thank you for coming to investigate in person, the protection of the clothing brand's layout should also be handed over to us. The pattern drawing is all intangible cultural heritage crafts."
"Is this the wisdom of a businessman? What if I hadn't come to investigate?"
The two smiled.
Lin Weifeng sighed, "It seems that Mr. Li really likes patterns. The 'Eight Treasures Lotus Pattern Vase' that the auction wants has the lotus painted in a complex curved line. This is its biggest selling point."
"Is there anything special about it? I really don't understand."
"The Flower Curve is characterized by beauty, but more importantly, it is a combination of mathematics and beauty. The earlier the Flower Curve appears on cultural relics, the earlier ancient people made use of gears as tools, the longer the scale of industrial progress, and the earlier the development of mathematical thinking."
Sheng Xin chuckled and asked curiously, "How did you know that? Does the history department teach this?"
"I……"
How did you know that?
It seemed like someone told her.
Who was it?
Lin Weifeng said: "I forgot, but I knew it a long time ago."
Sheng Xin smiled, the intermittent sound of a baby's voice coming from the side. She said, "But speaking of the age, according to official sources, this porcelain vase appeared around the same time as the Wenyuan Codex. Plus, the informant behind the scenes swore it was true, so that's why Mr. Li is so concerned."
"Um."
Knock, knock, knock—someone knocked on the door, and Lin Weifeng went to open the door holding up his cell phone.
Sheng Xin then asked on the phone, "Did you receive the invitation?"
The door opened and it was the lobby staff who said he had something to hand over.
Lin Weifeng took it, opened it, and said to Sheng Xin, "It just happened. It just arrived."
She quickly scanned them. "Strange, there are two of them, and another one is tucked inside."
"Two?"
"Well, one is for an auction, and the other is for a cocktail party. This cocktail party... is tonight, and you have to wear a formal dress."
Sheng Xin was a little puzzled: "I haven't heard Mr. Li mention it."
"WEI FENG LIN, it's indeed my name. It has Mr. Li's signature and the company seal. Maybe Mr. Li thought it was a small matter and didn't need to worry about it, so he didn't write it in the contract."
"You don't have to go to any activities that are not written in the contract. I'll talk to Mr. Li." Sheng Xin was protecting his son.
Lin Weifeng was still clear-headed: "No, Mr. Li asked me to come here to investigate the Wenyuan Encyclopedia. Maybe this reception is related to it. It happened the night before the auction, which is very suspicious."
"Are you sure you want to go?"
"Well, let's go and take a look. I'm also curious about who dares to use the Wenyuan Codex to deceive Chinese businessmen."
“Is the venue safe?”
"Anhe Hotel, a high-end hotel. If I remember correctly, it was funded and established by an old overseas Chinese. It's a serious place."
"Then, be careful when you go."
"OK."
Lin Weifeng's residence is not far from Anhe Hotel. If there is no traffic jam, it takes about half an hour to take the public bus.
She spent two hours fixing her hair and makeup.
Because there was a plaster on her neck, she curled her long hair and used a few small clips to style it into a loose princess style.
The dress is white, the one she has worn since college, with floral patterns embroidered by her mother on it.
She ironed it, carried it and set off.
In the evening, it was not yet dark.
There are few tall buildings where the bus passes. After a short stretch of empty and deserted road, there is a silver-gray building. It is shaded by green trees and has a quiet environment. It is closely guarded by security guards, which makes it quite mysterious.
"Grandma, what kind of building is this?" she casually asked a lady in the front seat of the car in English.
My mother-in-law replied, "It's the Interpol central headquarters."
"oh."
The mother-in-law turned around and said proudly, "My son is a committee member there."
Lin Weifeng smiled and cheered: "Amazing!"
When her mother-in-law saw the plaster on her neck, she asked, "Chinese?"
"Yes, can mother-in-law see it?"
"I like to use Chinese medicine patches," my mother-in-law said with a smile, lifting the curly white hair at the back of her neck. "Look, I've used one too. I often ask a purchasing agent to buy them for me."
Lin Weifeng laughed out loud: "The patch is really effective. I can move my neck a little bit now."
"You're so young, what's wrong with your neck?"
"I..." She restrained her smile, paused, and said in a suppressed tone, "I was accidentally strangled by the seat belt."
Grandma frowned and pouted: "Oh my god."
Lin Weifeng felt at peace and said to her mother-in-law, "I can help you buy things in the future."
My mother-in-law said, "I downloaded Huaguo WeChat in order to buy things. We can leave contact information."
"Okay, I'll add you."
My mother-in-law's name is Sharon Sman. Lin Weifeng took note of it and turned off the screen of her phone.
When she suddenly saw herself on the phone, she suddenly realized that leaving a contact information was the simplest thing.
Lin Weifeng got off the bus and saw rows of luxury car fleets moving forward one after another. Men in suits and ties got off each bus, some holding the arms of ladies in dresses, and there were many Asian faces.
It seems that this reception is very popular.
She raised her phone, took a photo of the building, and sent it to Sheng Xin.
Sheng Xin replied: [It's telling you to pay more attention to men wearing yellow ties.]
There are actually clues.
Lin Weifeng was slightly puzzled: [Okay.]
Walking into Anhe Hotel, you will find that the classical Chinese style and modern European style of decoration complement each other, satisfying diverse aesthetics.
Lin Weifeng first found a dressing room and changed into her own dress, a white long dress with narrow straps and stiff fabric.
The pattern inlaid on the hem of the skirt is similar to the gold plate with Ruyi pattern from the Song Dynasty.
She has loved this kind of rotating pattern since she was a child. Fortunately, her mother has superb embroidery skills and can always inlay her favorite patterns on any fabric.
The custom-made milky white gemstone bracelet on her wrist is shaped like a twined flower, matching the Ruyi pattern. Slender and graceful stems and leaves connect the six flowers, and the plump stamens, stretched petals, and freely curling petals and leaves show the flowers in full bloom.
Although this outfit is of only one color, it is full of colorful flowers, just like her 26 years old, in full bloom.
She touched up her lipstick, went to the foyer to hand in the invitation, and entered the main hall of the reception.
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