***Two years later***

Shanghai

Ji Bochang walked into the conference hall with a briefcase and smiled, "Dear colleagues from Shanghai, I came here this time to discuss the relevant matters of the East China Youth Artists Alliance at the Xiling Summit two years ago."

Liu Tong raised his eyebrows, "President Ji, this matter seems to have nothing to do with you, right?"

"Professor Liu, how can you say that? At that time, our Xiling Seal Society organized and planned this event. Many Xiling members signed volunteers and were waiting for the alliance to be established. As the initiator of the alliance, I think I have the right to discuss this matter now."

Yun Hui smiled and said, "President Ji, I was there at that time. If I remember correctly, you strongly oppose this matter, right?"

Ji Bochang said calmly: "Yes, I was opposed at the beginning because I was afraid of being used by those who were interested. But now that things have come to this point, the original initiator has disappeared again. I had to take on this responsibility and ask all colleagues from Shanghai to fulfill their obligations in their original application and join the camp of the East China Artists Alliance."

"It's really yours to say death, and it's to say life. Let's go, I signed the letter of intention at the beginning, which was the alliance led by Zhong Yue. It's not you, I won't fulfill it."

“Yes, I won’t fulfill it.”

No one responded at the meeting. Ji Bochang glanced at the face of a pale face and picked up his briefcase, "I advise you to think about it again and not act irritating. Who said that the East China Youth Artists Alliance is not a private alliance club for someone? Now, if there is no one, the alliance will be ruined? Haha..." He walked out of the conference room with his briefcase.

Two years have passed, and the entire calligraphy world is still shrouded in Zhong Yue's trip to Japan. The shadow of the handed down "The Letter of the Zhong Family". However, Zhong Yue's disappearance has made many people in the calligraphy world sigh even more. For example, Zhao Yongsheng, Liu Tong and others, the time has been ripe, but the people are gone, and the success or failure is unacceptable.

The conference room was silent for a long time.

"Actually, even if Ji Bochang is not available, there will still be others to steal the fruit."

"At the beginning, this alliance was about to discover young talents and was led by young people. Now that Zhong Yue has disappeared, the original intention of the alliance cannot be changed. Let's take the lead, right?"

Liu Tong shook his head and said, "No one can be Ji Bochang. This person is too utilitarian. He was the one who had the strongest opposition at the time. Now he wants to steal the results, but I am the first one to refuse."

Someone said: "Bashu Ghost Sword, Zhejiang School Qiu Wenzhen and others have long said that they only recognize Zhong Yue, and no one else can think of the rest."

"What if Zhong Yue died?"

The conference room fell into silence again.

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"sit."

Ji Bochang chuckled and said, "How is Kaihongxuan's business in the near future?"

"Simply, you can't starve to death."

Ji Bochang crossed his fingers, "I have traveled all these old people all the time, and there are Huizhou in Shanghai. These old guys were like they were injected with chicken blood. Now they are asked to be consultants, and they all refuse in every way. Tell me, is this shameless?"

"They didn't want to sign, and the trend of the book industry is unclear when that kid disappears. If you want to make trouble, you have to throw out some benefits."

Ji Bochang raised his eyebrows, "You mean... commercialization?"

"It seems that you are not stupid either. In this era, who can do worthless charity and unreliable things can be bragged long ago."

"I have been waiting for two years. Now the calligraphy craze brought by the surname Zhong has passed, and the calligraphy world has also subsided. It is time to return to its original state."

Wang Ge wiped the corner of his mouth, "Xiao Ji, you have to start from Xiling and talk to Qian Yunyao and President Shao. It is much easier to directly set up the East China Artists Alliance in Xiling."

"Hey, it makes sense for you to say that. It's just that the president has always been conservative and such radical ideas will definitely not agree."

Wang Ge murmured, "It depends on your ability. Now that the cloud has dispersed, the sky is dead and the bell is not a tool, and it is finally clear..."

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despair.

despair.

The lid of the pen hit the tabletop back and forth in Ouyang Ming's hand.

"Mr. Ouyang." The old man wearing a felt hat walked into the house in a badly fluent Chinese.

"Sit down."

"Thanks."

Ouyang Ming took a sip of coffee and said, "What's wrong with the matter entrusting Inspector Zhongjing to investigate?"

"Oh, here is the information I have collected over the past two years, and you have read it."

Ouyang Ming was drinking coffee and carefully looking at the thick stack of documents, which were all translated into Chinese, and accompanied by a lot of survey photos. It was professional at first. Ouyang Ming started to look through pages, but later he lost interest, so he put together, "Inspector Zhongjing, tell me whether he had found someone."

"I'm so sorry, Mr. Ouyang. Please ask the person I'm looking for, it's no longer Japan."

"Put it!..." Ouyang Ming asked with his head on the table, holding his head, "Where are you finding it?"

"No, there is also Eguchi Shigechi that disappeared, but I found out that the night of the Mo Renhe Club did go to Nagano Villa that night."

Ouyang Ming frowned slightly, "What you said is nonsense, I told you all this content!"

"I'm sorry, Mr. Ouyang. Some things are not easy to investigate in depth, because checking for entry and exit investigations may cause the police to suspect."

Ouyang Ming patted the stack of waste paper and asked, "Then have you investigated this pile of waste paper for so long in the past two years?"

Nakai Binlan stood up, bowed, and said, "At least, Mr. Zhong either smuggled back to China or lived in seclusion in Japan. He should still be alive anyway. There are a lot of information here about the archive investigation of the disappearance and death of foreign populations, and it does not match the person you are looking for."

"Okay, get the money, and get out."

The inspector who came from Japan was not humiliated by Ouyang Ming's swearing. It took a long time since such a big financial advisor visited the business. "So Mr. Ouyang, will he continue to investigate?"

"Do you still think that my pen will give you money?"

"The case is here now. If you give up and you have to continue to search for it later, the clues will likely be broken."

Ouyang Ming looked at him coldly, "What are the clues you have? Just check it out. I can find these spam information even if I find a pen to find it!"

"Tsk tsk, Mr. Ouyang, I understand your mood, but I can't say that, if..."

"Get out! Go roll!" Ouyang Ming angrily bombed the Japanese detective away.

Ye An walked in with the information.

"Brother Ye."

"Amin, Wang Ge is ready to move again recently."

"What's wrong?"

The calligrapher in his study slandered Xiao Yue, saying that the letter from Zhong Family was not written by Zhong Yue at all, and that Zhong Yue was missing because he was afraid that the matter would be exposed.

Ouyang Ming narrowed his eyes and murmured: "Brother Yue has only been away for two years, are these miscellaneous people just jumping like this?"

"I think it's time to cure them, too."

"Well, how is the layout of the Shanghai Century Exhibition Center?"

"Everything is ready." Ye An smiled.

Ouyang Ming chuckled and said, "Tell me, let me tell you. First borrow the company's exhibition and hold a personal calligraphy and painting exhibition for Brother Yue."
Chapter completed!