The brother and sister could not calm down for a long time after returning to their residence.
"Brother, is he..."
Qin Jingning hesitated to speak.
That state, neither human nor ghost, was truly horrifying.
But they are not strangers.
Canada and the United States share a border, and their laws and many gray areas are similar.
For example, the control of contraband.
Their classmates and many locals can easily buy low concentrations of banned substances.
There are also many highly addictive contraband substances that are not included in the scope of control.
Those who are addicted are exactly the same as the boy just now.
Qin Jing'an and other people have never been involved in this kind of thing, and they even supervise and remind each other to avoid being poisoned at certain gatherings.
All in all, that organization is really abnormal.
Although Qin Zhiheng spoke vaguely, An An understood that Yijing might have a connection with the local intercontinental police.
"Don't worry about it. Just buy a ticket and go back tomorrow. I'll shoot some more footage and then leave."
Qin Jingan pulled out the suitcase and urged Ningning to pack her things.
Unexpectedly, Qin Jingning sat down on the sofa with distrust in his eyes.
She didn't believe that her brother would just "shoot a little" footage and leave.
Even though Qin Jing'an is sweating profusely now, his blood may have already been boiling.
This is big news if you dig deeper.
He let Qin Jingning go simply because he was afraid that they would be in danger together.
But if you really compare them, Ningning's self-protection ability is better than his.
"Maybe I can save your life at a critical moment." Qin Jingning pressed the box to prevent Qin Jingan from packing it up. "Besides, where else can you find a bodyguard as cheap as me?"
If Qin Jingning really gets stubborn, eight horses can't pull him back.
No matter how An An tried to persuade her, she just wouldn't listen.
Qin Jing'an was so anxious that he couldn't sleep all night.
He really knew that the matter was of great importance. If he could uncover the truth and the connections behind it, he would definitely become famous.
But danger always comes with rewards.
The next morning, Qin Jing'an was about to continue persuading Ningning, but he received a call from the Art Academy.
He had previously won the bid for a graduation exhibition and was specifically called to pick up the painting.
Things have started to move forward according to his plan. Qin Jing'an is now too busy to handle everything and can only let Ningning stay.
The two hurried to the art academy, but found that many paintings in the gallery had been taken away.
"Hello, I'm here to pick up the painting."
Qin Jing'an took out the receipt for the label he received that day from his shirt pocket.
"Mr. Quint, please wait a moment." The student with a work badge politely led the two to the rest area and immediately asked someone to pick up the corresponding paintings.
Qin Jingan spoke at the right time: "Excuse me, I have an unwelcome request. Can I meet with the artist of this painting?"
Probably because there were many people who made such a request, the other party responded readily:
"Sorry, according to school regulations, the students whose paintings are being exhibited have not yet officially graduated."
"It's not convenient to meet you."
"But the painting has his signature on it." Qin Jing'an did not give in. "I'll take the painting home and I'll be able to find him when I come to school later."
But it's a little troublesome.
The student obviously did not expect Qin Jing'an to ask such tactless questions.
He took the painting and glanced at it quickly, a look of suspicion on his face.
Most of those who request a meeting are those who have paid a high price and are curious about the painter.
Or to please someone.
In short, most labels are dark in color.
It's just a white-label painting. Paintings of this quality don't cost a hundred gold coins to buy on the street.
Qin Jing'an insisted on meeting, and finally the school gave in.
"Okay, you stay here. I'll send someone to call him over."
At the same time, many people came to take paintings.
There are also many luxury cars passing by.
Qin Jing'an looked at the wrapped paintings, each of which had a striking black label on it.
Black dots mean you need to have assets of at least one million to claim them.
What kind of powerful person would come to the school to buy students' paintings?
"Brother, why did that person buy so much?"
Ningning tugged at the corner of Qin Jingan's clothes.
Following her fingertip, I saw a man hurried in and loaded paintings with white labels onto a truck as if they were wholesale.
Qin Jing'an thought for a moment, then stood up and walked forward.
"Excuse me sir."
He interrupted the other person and asked curiously, "I see you bought a lot of paintings. Are there any special ones? Can you show them to me?"
"It's nothing special, it's just to protect the students' self-esteem."
Without even looking up, the man explained, "Many paintings end up with no one interested in them. This is a huge blow to students who haven't yet entered society. This is the academy's way of protecting these children."
At first glance, it sounds quite humane.
Qin Jing'an couldn't help but feel confused.
Could it be that he was overthinking it?
The woman who finally came to put labels was just completing the task assigned by the college?
"Mr. Quint, the person you want to see is here."
The people from the gallery interrupted Qin Jing'an's thoughts and brought a boy with curly hair to him.
The other party was obviously very excited.
He grabbed Qin Jing'an's hand.
"Oh my God, I'm so glad to see you."
"You're the one who bought my painting. I've always wanted to meet you! I didn't expect you to be almost my age."
"I knew there must be someone in this world who understands my paintings!"
Qin Jing'an learned from the signature that the student in front of him was named Jamie.
It must be said that Jamie's appearance is very artistic.
Her dress is also very artistic.
But the enthusiasm in his eyes was so great that it seemed as if fire could be spewed out.
Qin Jingan smiled and said, "I'm glad to see you too, Jamie."
"You can call me Quint. I have some feelings about your paintings that I'd like to discuss with you, so I asked someone to call you here."
"I hope you don't mind."
"No, no, no, of course not!" Jamie said happily. "If you have any questions, just ask me. This painting took me three months of hard work. I hope everyone can feel my soul in it!"
Qin Jing'an naturally came prepared.
To be honest, the painting is too artificial, and many of the treatments and designs are intentional to make people see emotions.
Therefore, every word he said touched Jamie's heart.
"You're definitely my soul reader!"
"Quinte, we met too late!"
"You completely understand my paintings and my soul!"
Jamie felt that they had met each other too late.
He never imagined that his art would be accepted by a foreigner from the East.
Qin Jing'an curled his lips, and seeing that Jamie was already in ecstasy, he asked a few questions at the right time:
"Jamie, how long have you been studying here?"
"It's been six years. Before that, I washed dishes for four years, just to come here and learn to paint!"
No wonder she looks much older than him.
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