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Lisa immediately said excitedly: "Mom, what is your relationship with him? Have you ever slept with him?"

Ms. Gao shook her head and took a breath: "Don't talk nonsense, he is only in his twenties."

"Then how do you know each other?" Lisa wondered.

Ms. Gao talked about Silicon Valley.

Lisa suddenly said: "Since we are dad's friends, let's go now. I haven't been to China yet."

"We must go." Ms. Gao made up her mind and was immediately full of vitality. She said carefully: "But we can't go empty-handed. No matter what your father has done, the reward is not small. Moreover, you can't do anything." Repay the favor."

Lisa said helplessly: "I'm just a gift, so what gifts are you looking for?"

Ms. Gao shivered and said after a long time: "You are a patient. If you are willing, others may not."

Lisa's eyes dimmed slightly and she said weakly: "It's all for nothing, right?"

Ms. Gao rubbed her head: "If you can be cured, well, that would be a gift."

Lisa didn't know whether to laugh or cry. If I can't be cured, why would I just die like this?

"Then what do you want to give?"

"I'm sure he needs the head."

"Beast head? What beast's head?"

"A kind of cultural relic, I don't know much about it. There seem to be twelve, and he has already obtained a few. And I asked the auction house, and there is a mouse head in Paris, but they don't sell it."

Lisa smiled and said: "We will go together and he will sell it."

Ms. Gao immediately said displeased: "I told you not to give up on yourself!"

Lisa stuck out her tongue and said playfully: "Mom, I mean, if you let him look at me, I'm just waiting for the mouse's head to be cured. If he doesn't sell it, he's not short of money. Wouldn't such a person do charity? "

Ms. Gao thought that this was also a solution.

"What's his name?" Lisa pushed forward quickly.

"Bronson."

……

Bronson sat in the study, with a bronze mask placed on the velvet table.

He held a magnifying glass in his hand and was carefully observing the inscriptions on the bronze mask. After a while, he compared it with a cultural relic book next to it, and then continued to observe and think.

He is a famous collector in France. He is only fifty years old, but he is famous.

Jingle Bell.

Bronson stood up and picked up the talking microphone on the wall: "Hello?"

"Mr. Bronson, I am France Gau. I want to buy one of your cultural relics. Can we meet and discuss it?"

"Oh, this name sounds familiar. There is a singer with the same name as you."

"There's no duplicate name, it's just me."

"Okay, come in, remember to close the door, I'm in the study."

He pressed the button and the door outside opened, then sat back on the chair and continued to study the inscription.

Within a few seconds, he forgot about it and kept looking at it for more than ten minutes. It was not until he inadvertently raised his head to think about it that he suddenly realized that there was a mother and daughter standing next to him.

He was startled: "How did you get in?"

The two women stared at each other, and Ms. Gao quickly said: "I am France Gao."

Bronson was stunned for a moment, then remembered and said with a smile: "Oh, it sounds familiar. There is a singer who is you."

Ms. Gao breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, she was not mentally ill.

Lisa giggled instead, Bronson glanced at her, and Ms. Gao quickly said: "This is my daughter Lisa."

"Hello, Mr. Bronson." Lisa said.

Bronson asked in confusion: "You brought your children to buy cultural relics?"

"Please forgive me, my daughter is a bone cancer patient and cannot be cared for without anyone, but she is very well-behaved and will not cause you any trouble."

"Oh, single parent."

"Yes."

"Then why are you buying cultural relics? You should be looking for a man."

"Well, my husband just died last year, and I haven't let go of it yet."

"Well, I think about it, ugh." Bronson sighed and asked, "You haven't said why you bought the cultural relics?"

Ms. Gao said sincerely: "Because my daughter's disease cannot be cured by doctors, I want to try it with someone in another industry. He just needs a cultural relic in your hand. I hope you can help me."

Bronson was confused when he heard this, and asked inexplicably: "If the doctor can't cure it, is it useful for you to switch to a killer?"

Lisa trembled, and Ms. Gao smiled: "He is the smartest person in the world."

Bronson suddenly realized that it made sense after thinking about it, and he admired this way of thinking.

He asked: "Who is this man?"

"Xia Chuan."

"Ah? You want to buy a rat head?" Bronson was surprised.

Ms. Gao: "Yes. Please make it happen. This is my daughter's only hope."

Bronson asked curiously: "How do you know he's the smartest man in the world?"

"My husband and he are friends, I've met him in Silicon Valley, and, Lisa."

Lisa handed the book to Brunson and said sweetly: "This is a book written by Xia Chuan, a gift for you."

Bronson flipped through a few pages carefully, but couldn't see anything. He was impatient, so he asked: "What story is it telling?"

Lisa immediately started talking incessantly.

"I don't hear anyone smarter than me," Bronson laughed.

Lisa stuck out her tongue, "That's because I didn't speak well."

"Yeah. This is just like cultural relics. Copies can never replace the originals." Bronson pondered for a long time and said: "Well, since you know Xia Chuan, you give him a call. He said he can cure the rat head. Sold to you. Otherwise, sorry."

Ms. Gao thought for three seconds and said, "I'll lend you your phone."

"Of course." Bronson pointed to the phone on the table.

Ms. Gao took out an address book from her bag, flipped through the phone number Xia Chuan left, and dialed it.

The call was quickly connected, and a woman's voice came from inside: "Hello?"

Ms. Gao switched to English and said: "Hello, I am France Gao. I am calling from Paris. I would like to ask if you are Jiang Yuhua?"

Before she could finish speaking, the person on the other end also switched to English and said with a smile: "Jiang Yuhua is in Yanjing. Just call me Fei'er. Xia Chuan has told you about things. If you have anything to say, I will do whatever I can to help you." .”

"That's great. I have to ask Xia Chuan about this. Can I talk to Xia Chuan directly on the phone?"

"Okay." Fei'er directly gave her the phone number of Xia Chuan's bedroom.

Ms. Gao was so excited that her hands were trembling. She didn't expect Fei'er to make such a promise directly. One can imagine how Xia Chuan explained it. This was so touching.

She dialed Yanjing's phone number again.

The phone rang once and was picked up, but there was no movement.

Ms. Gao had no choice but to speak first: "Xia Chuan? I am France Gao."

"Ah?" a woman exclaimed: "Xia Chuan just mentioned you, I am Jiang Yuhua, what help do you need?"

Ms. Gao immediately burst into tears and choked with sobs: "I want to talk to Xia Chuan."

"Okay." Jiang Yuhua gave the phone to Xia Chuan without hesitation.

Xia Chuan smiled and said: "Ms. Gao, don't you have money to buy a plane ticket?"

Ms. Gao burst into tears and smiled, "No. I just want to ask, is there any way to cure bone cancer?"

"Okay, bring your daughter here. I have someone who can treat her, trust me. My wife is sleeping, so I won't say more." After Xia Chuan finished speaking, he hung up the phone.

Ms. Gao is stunned there. Your wife is sleeping and Jiang Yuhua is by your side?

Bronson smiled and said: "Xia Chuan has two wives?"

Ms. Gao put down the phone awkwardly, wiped away her tears and said, "One."

Bronson laughed.