He didn't dare say much to this gentleman. If he made him angry, he would either break his arms or legs.
Chen Jinshen left the bar and sent a message to his secret contact.
[Investigate all information about Shi Wu]
After thinking for a while, he added another sentence.
【From childhood to adulthood】
He is now more and more curious about this woman.
As soon as the message was sent, the hidden line replied.
【receive. 】
[By the way, Shen Minghuai is holding a motorcycle race at Guming Mountain tonight, and the prize is your mother's painting.]
【I will help you win it back. 】
Seeing this line of words, anger suddenly ignited in Chen Jinshen's eyes.
Get up and leave the bar quickly.
After half an hour we arrived at the foot of Guming Mountain.
His men have also delivered the motorcycle.
There are a total of thirty people participating in the competition this time, all of whom are a group of powerful second-generations.
Bonuses have no meaning to them, and the prizes usually given are special items.
Sometimes it's a person, sometimes it's the target of a project, or like today, a collection-level masterpiece...
Chen Jinshen's mother was a well-known painter during her lifetime, and her works became collectibles after her death, each worth at least millions.
"Young Master Huai, my grandfather specifically told me to take this painting back. Remember to give it to me later."
"I'm determined to get this painting. My partner is a fan of painter Ji Ru. What's the point of pestering Mr. Huai to let me go? Let's compete fairly!"
"Young Master Huai, Chen Jinshen is here."
Someone in the crowd reminded them, and everyone looked back.
Chen Jin, dressed in black, stared at Shen Minghuai with murderous eyes.
"Hey, isn't this my dear brother? Why are you here?"
Shen Minghuai said as he walked to Shen Jinshen's side. He couldn't help but frowned when he smelled the smell of alcohol on him. He stretched out his hand and put it on Shen Jinshen's shoulder.
He lowered his voice so that only the two of them could hear.
"I didn't want to give Auntie's painting as a prize, but Dad agreed to it."
"I'll tell you the truth. This competition was specially held for the young master of Mingshi Group. Our family has a project with Mingshi Group. This is a deal, you know..."
Chen Jin pushed Shen Minghuai's hand away with disgust and looked at him angrily.
"What kind of deal? Is it like the one-life-for-one deal when I was ten?"
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