Chapter 88
Kyoto, a villa area in the south of the city.
"I heard that Shen Yizhi and the others are going to Hong Kong City. How long are you going to delay? When can I take action?"
He Qingyu couldn't hide the hostility in his eyes, and he asked questions one after another to the woman who was sitting leisurely on the sofa.
Seeing his irritable look, Ai Li frowned slightly.
"What's the rush?"
"Do you have a way to absolutely guarantee that you won't expose yourself?"
He Qingyu raised the corners of his lips in a sinister arc, "I've had it for a long time, just waiting for you to speak."
Ai Li crossed her legs and looked at him: "Why do you look more anxious than me?"
He Qingyu sat down next to her, his tone arrogant and conceited: "People who meddle in other people's business must be taught a lesson."
"Tomorrow, then."
Ai Li raised an eyebrow and gently shook the goblet in his hand. "Let me see what your foolproof method is."
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The flight to Hong Kong City was booked for the evening, and there happened to be an exhibition of Cheng Zhuhan’s new plan during the day.
Shen Yizhi happened to have nothing to do, so he took the time to go there.
Arrived at the exhibition.
Shen Yizhi walked around the entire place for a long time.
Cheng Zhuhan just appeared hurriedly. She calmed her breath and said, "Sorry, I'm a bit busy on the first day of the event."
Shen Yizhi helped her smooth her back and said, "It's okay. I'm not a child. I don't need a big sister to accompany me to the exhibition."
Her comforting words made Cheng Zhuhan unable to hold back her laughter.
"How's this exhibition?" Cheng Zhuhan said, "This painter's style is mostly abstract figures, so his style is also a bit grotesque."
Shen Yizhi thought for a moment, "That's good. I've never been good at portraits. I always felt like I was missing something. This actually allows me to learn a lot."
If you think about it carefully, her works are famous for colorful environmental spaces, and she paints very few portraits.
Cheng Zhuhan smiled and said softly, "Maybe the time has not come yet."
"I hope so." Shen Yizhi said.
Suddenly, a faint conversation came from behind.
"Hey, I heard that Master Ai Li is planning to hold an art exhibition when he returns to China! I'm so excited!"
"Recently, many people are planning to hold art exhibitions. It seems that Ocean, who became famous at a young age but has never made a public appearance, is also planning to hold an art exhibition."
"Ocean, I don't really like her paintings. I always feel that they are somewhat similar to those of Rewi Alley."
"I seem to have heard rumors of plagiarism between them, but I don't know who copied whom."
…
Hear these conversations.
Cheng Zhuhan frowned. She was a die-hard fan of Ocean and could not stand any slander against her idol, so she turned around and prepared to argue.
But was stopped.
Shen Yizhi grabbed her wrist and shook his head silently at her.
Wait until you leave the exhibition hall.
Cheng Zhuhan hesitated again and again, opened her lips, but still didn't say a word.
She was afraid of being presumptuous and accidentally touching something she shouldn't touch.
Shen Yizhi looked leisurely at the goldfish in the artificial lake in front of her, worried that she would get sick from holding it in.
"Ask if you want."
Hearing her words, Cheng Zhuhan took a deep breath, "Is that woman next to He Qingyu Ai Li? You're not the plagiarist, and your hand injury wasn't an accident, right?"
Shen Yizhi hadn't even told her a single detail from beginning to end, but she had already guessed about 70% of it.
He gave her a slightly surprised look, "You trust me so much?"
Cheng Zhuhan said seriously, "I have read and understood all of your works, whether they have grown from immature to mature, or from naive to a unique style."
"So I'm sure you're not the one who plagiarized."
It's like you telling everyone that the genius who has only ever gotten full marks in exams cheated.
Who would believe it?
Shen Yizhi paused and jokingly said, “I didn’t expect that I still have such loyal fans.”
I suddenly realized that I had accidentally made public the fact that I have liked her work for many years.
Cheng Zhuhan suddenly felt embarrassed, lowered her eyes, and suddenly dared not look her in the eye.
"Rumors of plagiarism certainly didn't happen overnight. If you need any help in the future, please let me know."
After all, she still owed her a favor for what happened a few days ago.
Shen Yizhi arched his eyebrows at her and said, "Don't worry, nothing serious will happen again."
"Your first priority now is to help me organize the exhibition!"
Maybe it was to reassure her, but Cheng Zhuhan listened to her light tone and didn't say another word.
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When we finished the exhibition, the sun was setting and the blood-red sunset dyed half the sky red.
I guess it’s just the right time to rush to the airport now.
After Shen Yizhi said goodbye to Cheng Zhuhan, he got into his own Maybach.
"Uncle Wang, let's go to the airport."
Uncle Wang responded, "Okay, Miss."
Wait for the car to start.
Shen Yizhi sent a message to Pei Yanhe.
[Bae 33, I'm leaving for the airport.]
After a while, the other side replied.
The Invincible and Annoying Pei 33: [Good]
There is some distance from the exhibition hall to the airport, and it will probably take about an hour.
Shen Yizhi passed the time and made waves again.
Unfortunately, when I opened the Weibo homepage, the recommended post was Rewi Alley's.
"Let's go check out the art exhibition venue! I've been looking for places for several days straight, my heels are almost worn out, and I still can't find anything I'm satisfied with... I hope there's good news today!"
What a bummer.
Shen Yizhi lost the mood to continue scrolling, so he turned off his phone and looked out the window.
As the night gradually rose, it was like spilled ink quickly spreading across the entire sky.
It was at this moment that she noticed something was wrong and turned around to ask.
"Uncle Wang, why are you driving faster and faster?"
Uncle Wang pursed his lips tightly, and beads of sweat seemed to be dripping down his forehead. "Miss, the brakes seem to be malfunctioning!"
Brake failure?
How could that be?
This kind of thing has never happened in all these years, and the cars in the garage at home are sent for inspection every year.
Shen Yizhi's eyebrows unconsciously pressed down, "Uncle Wang, are you sure?"
"Sure." Uncle Wang was almost fifty years old, and this was the first time he had encountered such a thing. He looked a little panicked.
"Just now, we ran a red light!"
The facts are in front of us, and there is no point in being afraid.
Shen Yizhi's fingertips were clenched tightly around the car door armrest, so tightly that it was almost turning white without him noticing, and his voice was unusually calm.
"Uncle Wang, how much gas was left in the tank when we left today?"
"I just filled it up yesterday." Uncle Wang seemed to guess what she was going to do. "Miss, this is almost impossible."
A Maybach can run more than 400 kilometers with a full tank of fuel.
But in Kyoto, a city full of people and cars, there is only one way to go: a dead end.
The car speed is getting faster and faster.
There were vehicles driving at a constant speed everywhere, except for a black Maybach that was speeding in the traffic flow.
overtake.
Cut in line.
Running a red light.
Like an uncontrollable snake, it will be crushed to death in the middle of the road if it is not careful, and is always on the edge of death.
The scenery outside the window is so fast that I can no longer see it clearly.
At this speed, there is only one word that comes to mind.
Death is certain.
Shen Yizhi also realized this, fastened his seat belt, and said calmly.
"Uncle Wang, drive to the suburbs."
Uncle Wang wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead and said, "Okay!"
It was completely dark.
It's hard to tell east from west.
The Maybach was speeding around like a thunderfield, and the cold wind blew through the car windows, like a knife slashing at the car body.
Shen Yizhi forced herself to calm down, cold sweat continued to appear on her back, soaking her exquisite and spotless white dress.
Subconsciously, in dangerous moments.
Another person came to mind.
At this moment, the cell phone on the side suddenly started ringing like a time bomb.
Shen Yizhi tilted his head.
A name suddenly appeared above the dimly lit screen—
Pei Yanhe.
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