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Chapter 440 Escape is convenient!

Just when the two were deeply in love, Huo Linjie's cell phone buzzed and vibrated.

He glanced at the name on the screen, and his expression suddenly became serious.

This is the phone number of an international auction house. Huo Linjie will say hello to the things he is optimistic about first, and will notify him as soon as there is news of the seller.Over the years, they helped her collect a lot of good things, and he also gave a lot of benefits.

"Hahaha... Mr. Huo, long time no see!"

"Richard, so happy? Is there any good news for me?"

"Mr. Huo is always so direct. It's really good news. Your favorite - "Nine Springs."

These three words are like a set of magical codes, opening Huo Linjie's deep memory.

"Little Jie! I heard from the kindergarten teacher that you learned brush calligraphy today, what do you think?"

Mr. Huo looked at the little boy on his lap with a smile on his face. He didn't expect to be happy with such a smart little son at an age when the loess was buried in his chest. Mr. Huo wanted to put him in his eyes.

The little boy in his arms was playing with the ornaments on the table, and said in a childlike voice: "The teacher said that my painting is very good! I have the style of a master!"

"Oh? So powerful!" Mr. Huo laughed amusedly, stood up and lifted Huo Linjie onto his shoulders.

Facing the ink painting on the wall that had been hanging for several years, he said, "Then how does this painting compare with you?"

Huo Linjie bit his finger, the painting stood taller than him, what could he understand at such a young age?

"Not good! It must be Xiaojie who draws better!"

Mr. Huo put him on the table and pinched his little nose.

"Little bastard! This is a veritable master's work! Our Huo family belongs to several generations, and we were also literati at that time. At that time, our Huo family ancestors traveled around and made friends! We met a master of calligraphy and painting in Hangzhou, and we got This painting! There are a total of nine pieces of "Nine Springs", and it is now a priceless treasure! It's a pity that I haven't heard about the other few pieces for so many years~"

Huo Linjie looked at the calligraphy and painting on the wall with his chubby face: "Tomorrow~ Xiaojie will draw a "Hundred Spring Picture" in the kindergarten!"

"Hahahaha... you little clever ghost!"

After Mr. Huo passed away, it became Huo Linjie's long-cherished wish to collect "Nine Spring Pictures".

When he was studying abroad, by chance, Huo Linjie saw "Nine Springs (Part [-])" at the home of a British professor, and the memories of many years ago came to his mind.

Until he succeeded in starting a business, the first pot of gold in his life was spent on that painting.After that, Huo Linjie entrusted countless people to inquire about the whereabouts of "Nine Springs".

Later, I received "Nine Spring Pictures (Part [-])" from an old man in the United States. Last year, I found "Nine Spring Pictures (Part [-])" in a temple in Thailand.

"Mr. Huo! Mr. Huo!"

The voice on the other end of the phone brought Huo Lingjie back from his memory.

"Well... I'm listening! What time is it?"

"Number one!"

"What?" Huo Ziming couldn't believe it, because "Nine Springs (Part [-])" was the one he knew best, and it was clearly hanging in Huo Zhai's study room! "

""Nine Springs (Part [-])"! Mr. Huo, are you in this way?"

Huo Linjie tried his best to control his emotions: "No...it's okay! What time? Where is it?"

"The day after tomorrow, it's at your place!"

The phone hung up, and Huo Linjie couldn't calm down for a long time.

Huo Ziming came to borrow money that day, but he refused, so he came up with the idea of ​​painting?

Thinking of this, Huo Linjie felt a fire in his heart. Huo Ziming grew up watching that painting. He should know the importance of that painting better than anyone else!
Huo Linjie's chest rose and fell, and all the things in the Huo family came to mind.

He who was still flirting just now suddenly leaned on the table and became dazed. Jiang Yue stretched out her hand and shook it in front of his eyes: "What are you thinking? Who called just now?"

Huo Linjie grabbed Jiang Yue's hand and said coldly: "Let's go! Let's go find Huo Ziming!!"

Before Jiang Yue knew what happened, she was pushed into the elevator by him.

"What's going on! So anxious!"

"Huo Ziming is tired of life, I'll teach him a lesson!"

"what??"

The Huo family's gate still remained in the same state as last night, and the deformed gate stood standing in place covered in colorful oil paint.

There were paint cans scattered here and there in the grass on either side of the gate, and there were noisy footprints at the gate.

"What... what's going on here?"

"It's probably a debt collector!"

"Ah?" Jiang Yue was stunned. Huo Ziming came to visit unexpectedly that day, and Huo Linjie didn't tell her the reason.

"Tian Baozhu owed a lot of gambling debts in Macau, Huo Ziming came here for this!"

Huo Lingjie squinted his eyes, expressionless.Went to the door to check, then ran back.

"No one! I guess they went out to avoid debt!"

Looking at the deformed iron gate, Jiang Yue felt a little distressed.Now the house is under her name.

"Tian Baozhu really can't stop for a day. The Huo Group is gone, and he still has the mood to gamble? There is no one, what should we do?"

"Forget it, he is lucky today."

After driving away from Huo's house, Huo Linjie told the story about "The Picture of Nine Springs".

Jiang Yue suddenly realized: "No wonder you care so much!"

"For him, it's just a piece of paper, for me, it's my father's long-cherished wish!"

This is the first time, when he mentioned the past of the Huo family, his eyes were full of longing. She held his hand tightly and comforted him: "Uncle Huo will feel your filial piety!"

The provincial hospital where people come and go is one of the top ten hospitals in the country.In the middle of a few streets around, there are hotels and hotels of all sizes open.

Bypassing the back side of the hospital, there is another small circular square.Across the square, there is a hotel chain in front of you.It's not luxurious, but the security work is still guaranteed.

Passing through the dimly lit hall, the two rooms at the corners of the corridor on the first floor are occupied by people, but almost no one goes out.

The doors were locked several times, and the curtains were tightly blocked.

Tian Baozhu sat on the wet little bed, her face ashen.

"What kind of hotel is this! It's hell. The pillows and quilt are too damp. If you stay for a long time, you must have rheumatism!"

Huo Ziming looked out of the window vigilantly, and drew the curtains tightly.

"I can't help it! This hotel is next to the street, and it's still on the first floor, so it's easy to escape!"

"Then why don't you live in yesterday's one? It's next to it. As for changing places every day?"

Tian Baozhu pouted and complained that since they left Huo's house that night, they never went back.

Li Shulan is in serious condition and is still in the hospital.The remaining five people have been staying in the hotel for the past few days, and they can only send one person to buy food.If she kept hiding like this, she would suffocate to death.

Huo Ziming flipped through his wallet, and muttered, "Don't be picky, we'll have to stay in a guest house after a few days!"

"Ah?" Thinking of the even worse conditions in the guest house, she didn't dare to think about it anymore.

"Stop urging the auction house! Sell the painting early and go home early!"

(End of this chapter)