I'm not a theatre god

Hearing this sentence, everyone present was stunned.

When Zong Wen saw the girl in black skirt standing behind Chen Ling, he seemed to realize something. He felt happy and immediately stood up and said, "Listen to the special envoy and get out... Let's leave some private space for the special envoy." !”

As he spoke, Zong Wen urged others to leave. He also stood up from the sofa with a smile and gave Liu Qingyan a look.

"Liu Qingyan, serve the special envoy well...you know?"

Liu Qingyan didn't seem to expect that things would turn out like this. She stood there at a loss. After everyone left, the room fell completely silent.

It's finally quiet...

Chen Ling sat back on the sofa and breathed a sigh of relief.

This trip to the Huadu Consortium was much more tiring than the previous trip to the Beidou Consortium... He never expected that Zong Wen, an old man who looked to be in his sixties or seventies, would actually have such fun at his own home. No wonder one of the subordinates of Liu Zhen Small theater troupes are all so bad.

Chen Ling wanted to have the space to read the scrolls independently, but if he sent everyone away, it would be too easy to arouse suspicion, so he had no choice but to leave Liu Qingyan behind as a cover for himself.

After the last contact with Liu Qingyan, Chen Ling could tell that this girl was not that sincere towards Zong Wen, and she was easier to control when necessary. If she stayed, at least she would not talk to Zong Wen secretly.

"Your Majesty the Special Envoy..."

Chen Ling flipped through the scroll in her hand and said calmly, "Find a place to sit down. You don't have to do anything, just watch from the side."

"……yes."

Liu Qingyan responded obediently, and then sat down on the sofa opposite Chen Ling, as quiet and reserved as a rag doll in a black skirt.

Chen Ling opened the scrolls on the table one by one. When she saw non-portraits, she would throw them aside. Only when she found portraits, would she turn them over and take a look to see if there was any mark of the 8 of Plum Blossoms.

But the Huadu Consortium had too many collections. He flipped through them for a long time, but there was still a pile in front of him, like a small mountain piled high.

Liu Qingyan, who was sitting opposite, hesitated for a moment, then stuck her head out from the side of the hill and asked cautiously:

"Sir Envoy, are you looking for something? I can help you."

"Need not."

Chen Ling responded coldly. It was naturally impossible for an outsider to get involved in matters involving the secrets of the Dusk Club.

"...Okay." Liu Qingyan closed her mouth.

Chen Ling was rummaging around and said, "If Zong Wen asks about it later..."

"Let me just say, I've been waiting for you."

Liu Qingyan said softly.

Hearing this answer, Chen Ling raised her head and glanced at her in surprise.

"You only kept me here, didn't you just hope that I could cover it up for you?" Liu Qingyan pursed her lips slightly, "If the special envoy had any thoughts about me, he should have done so at the auction venue..."

"You are very smart."

Chen Ling said calmly, "The Huadu Consortium is not a good person, let alone Zong Wen. You should stay away from them."

"What the special envoy said is true." Liu Qingyan paused and said softly, "However, not everyone is the special envoy... We, the despicable people who grew up in dirty soil, are not qualified to choose ourselves. life's."

Chen Ling paused slightly while flipping through the scroll.

In his mind, the image of the girl he saw in Liuzhen, trying to flap her wings like a swan, and finally falling on the stage again and again... and the helplessness that almost collapsed under the countless greedy eyes. look.

He was silent for a long time,

"No one's life is cheap... Even the dirtiest soil can still bloom with dazzling roses."

After the words fell, the room fell into silence. Liu Qingyan looked at him blankly. After a long time, a faint smile appeared on the girl's gloomy face, which seemed to have remained unchanged.

"Mr. Special Envoy, do you think I can be that rose?"

"To become a rose, you must first grow thorns to protect yourself." Chen Ling looked into her eyes, "You are already growing your own thorns... aren't you?"

Liu Qingyan has awakened to the divine way. Although Chen Ling doesn't know what that power is, it is enough for Liu Qingyan to protect herself in this chaotic world.

"...Yeah." Liu Qingyan nodded lightly,

"Because when you see the light, you will desperately want to grow...closer to the light."

Chen Ling did not continue what she said, her eyes fell on the scrolls again, and after throwing out a few more, the scrolls in front of her became less and less... At a rough glance, there were only about twelve or three.

His heart slowly sank...

Isn’t it also at the Huadu Consortium? Was this trip in vain again?

Chen Ling did not believe in evil, so she took out all the remaining portrait paintings, placed them side by side on the table, and began to carefully observe the backs one by one.

Finally, when he opened the penultimate scroll, the pair of pupils with light blue light locked on the upper right corner... There, a mark that was so faint that it was almost imperceptible was exposed in Chen Ling's eyes. .

Club 8.

Chen Ling's eyes lit up, and he knew that this time it was not in vain.

He turned the scroll over and looked at the front. It was a picture of a lady with a sense of age. At first glance, there was nothing special about it, and with Chen Ling's limited knowledge of history and appreciation, there was nothing he could do about it. Determine what the painting actually means.

But no matter what, this time the goal was found. Chen Ling rolled up the painting and did not put it on himself. Instead, he put it back into the pile of scrolls on the side... and then started to flip through the last scroll.

Now that Liu Qingyan is in front of him, it is naturally impossible for Chen Ling to expose his target. Even if he sees the painting, he must read the rest... This is not because he is afraid that Liu Qingyan will tell Zong Wen, but mainly because he is afraid of Liu Qingyan snitching on Zong Wen. It's a matter of the Dusk Club, so it's better to be on the safe side.

"Where's Zongwen?"

"He should be waiting next door..."

"Go and call him over." Chen Ling felt a little bored thinking about having to deal with that old pervert again. "Tell him not to bring those messy 'collections'."

"yes."

Liu Qingyan turned around and walked out the door, then suddenly stopped and asked confusedly, "Don't you like him, the special envoy?"

"I feel sick when I see him." Chen Ling waved her hand, "Go quickly."

Hearing this answer, Liu Qingyan's eyes flashed with a subtle light. After a moment of silence, she pushed the door open and walked out.

When Liu Qingyan left, Chen Ling was the only one left in the room. He took out the note from his arms and quickly wrote something down, then tore it off, crumpled it into a ball and threw it out the window.

A gust of wind rose from the ground at just the right time, holding the note, like a paper crane, falling lightly in a certain direction...

"My mission is completed... From now on, it's up to you." Chen Ling murmured to herself.