Wisps of smoke rising from the incense burner filled the lounge.
It was as still as ink, devoid of any color.
The sandalwood incense, having burned out completely, slowly extinguished itself.
The moment the incense ash fell, Qin Bai stood up.
Pick up a box of expensive sandalwood wrapped in gold leaf and draw one of the sticks.
Wow~~~
The match streaked through the air.
After lighting it, it was inserted into the very center of the incense burner.
"I don't have many ambitions, I just hope my family is safe and sound."
Qin Bai stared at the incense burner in front of him, his calm voice echoing in the room, as if he were praying to something.
"People are selfish. I have no patriotism, and this matter has nothing to do with me."
The hope in He Lingyi's eyes gradually faded, and she didn't try to persuade her.
Everyone comes into this world with their own mission, and she doesn't blame Qin Bai.
Just like the Ho family, did they do this out of selfless dedication, without any self-interest involved?
That's simply impossible.
However, she couldn't help feeling disappointed. Now that Qin Bai's path was blocked, she had to find another way to save the He family.
"But..."
He Lingyi's eyes, which had been like dead ashes, regained their light.
The moment Qin Bai turned his head, a broad smile appeared on his face.
"If there's enough profit, I'm still willing to take the risk."
"Alright, alright, as long as you agree to this, the He family can grant you any request."
Qin Bai's eyes flickered: "Everything?"
His gaze finally landed on He Lingyu, who was standing to the side.
The latter shivered instantly, instinctively crossing his hands to protect his chest, and staring at him warily.
"W-What are you trying to do? Let me tell you, don't even think about messing with me, I..."
"Get out of my way." Qin Bai shoved her aside in annoyance. "Are you sick? Who's trying to hit on you? You're blocking my view of my little green tea."
When he saw the intense adoration in Feng Yaoyao's eyes, he felt instantly refreshed.
Cool! ! !
I love that look in her eyes.
Qin Bai smiled and said, "Second Aunt, let's tell you what happened first, and I'll do my best."
"Sigh, it's all because of money. Back then, when members of the family went abroad..."
A dozen minutes later.
Qin Bai frowned, tapping his fingers lightly on the armrest of the chair, his gaze fixed on the celadon vase in the corner, lost in thought.
He kept replaying He Lingyi's words in his mind, his shock beyond measure.
It's truly unexpected that the He family, with the military as their backer, would be involved in such a melodramatic situation.
It's very simple.
Several months ago, the stolen paintings were disguised as cargo and shipped back to China.
The person in charge was He Hui, the steward of the He family.
This man, in his fifties, has devoted his entire life to the He family, prioritizing the family's interests above all else.
So the He family entrusted this matter to him, which should have been foolproof, but the problem lay with his good-for-nothing son.
He Tiancheng.
To avoid suspicion, the paintings were not transported by plane, but instead returned by ship along with other cargo.
Nothing happened along the way, but He Hui never dared to let his guard down. He understood what these things meant; if he lost them, not only would his life be in danger, but the entire He family would be in trouble.
His son, He Tiancheng, was the same; he always followed his father around, helping to manage the affairs on the ship, and seemed to be very diligent.
Just half a month after the ship set sail, He Hui breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that there would be no problems with the operation.
But to his surprise, it was hard to guard against a thief within his own family.
It was this son who ruined everything.
There were about a dozen staff members on the ship, most of whom were from the He family. They ate together almost every day.
That evening, He Hui gave his son the same instructions as always.
"Tiancheng, you go and look after those things first, let the others come over for dinner."
"Okay, I'll go right away."
He Tiancheng agreed and went out to call the others to come and eat.
But no one noticed that he had secretly added something to the food.
Late at night, He Hui got up from his chair, shook his head, and was clearly still not recovered from his confusion.
A few seconds later.
He suddenly woke up with a start.
Seeing the people lying haphazardly in the restaurant, I was terrified.
"Get up, all of you, get up!"
After his antics, the others were also jolted awake.
When He Hui reached the container containing the paintings, he collapsed to the ground.
Of the 13 paintings, only 6 remained. This was only because he had taken precautions beforehand and hadn't even told his son the true number of the paintings, otherwise they would definitely have been taken away.
He Hui's eyes were bloodshot, and he began searching the entire ship with gritted teeth, but as expected, it was empty.
After reviewing the surveillance footage, it was discovered that while these people were unconscious, He Tiancheng had taken Hua onto another ship and disappeared into the sea long ago.
Fearing something might happen, He Hui didn't dare to delay and returned to China overnight with the remaining 6 paintings.
That's why we have the current situation.
Qin Bai took a cup of tea and sipped it.
He asked, puzzled, "What was the military's response to this?"
He Lingyi shook her head: "No response."
"Hmm?" Qin Bai looked surprised. "Didn't you think about trying to get it back?"
“I’ve thought about it, but He Tiancheng is abroad and currently under protection, so some plans are difficult to implement.”
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