Reborn Troops

After hanging up the phone, Zhou Wanwan and Qianqian both felt a chill. They poured themselves a cup of hot water to encourage themselves...

Zhang Wei looked at the two of them, with a hint of admiration in his eyes, "I will continue to support you, and together we will fight against those unjust forces."

Zhou Wanwan sat in her artistic studio, surrounded by various jewelry designs and semi-finished products. The sun shone through the window onto her workbench, illuminating her focused face. Suddenly, the phone rang, breaking the silence.

"Hello, I'm Zhou Wanwan." Her voice was gentle but firm.

A deep male voice came from the other end of the phone: "Zhou Wanwan, I warn you, stop designing any jewelry for Ms. Zhao. Otherwise, you will be in trouble."

Zhou Wanwan's brows slightly frowned, her voice still calm: "Excuse me, who are you? Why should I follow your instructions?"

"You don't need to know who I am, just do it." The other party's voice was full of unquestionable threat.

After hanging up the phone, Zhou Wanwan fell into deep thought. She is a person who has an infinite pursuit of art, and every design is a reflection of her emotions and soul. Ms. Zhao's earring design is one of her most satisfying works recently, and she is unwilling to give up.

At this time, her best friend Qianqian walked in, and seeing Zhou Wanwan's expression, she asked with concern: "Wanwan, what's wrong? You don't look right."

Zhou Wanwan sighed and told Qianqian what happened on the phone. After listening to her, Qianqian looked at Zhou Wanwan firmly: "Wanwan, you can't just give up like this. Art is your life. How can you back down because of a threatening phone call?"

Zhou Wanwan looked at Qianqian, with a gleam of determination in her eyes: "You are right, Qianqian. I can't give up just like that. I have to complete the earring design for Ms. Zhao."

In the following days, Zhou Wanwan worked even harder, pouring all her emotions and creativity into the earrings. Whenever it was late at night, she could always feel the threatening shadow approaching quietly, but she did not back down.

One night, when Zhou Wanwan was working overtime in the studio, someone suddenly knocked on the door. She opened the door and found a strange man with a malicious smile on his face.

"Zhou Wanwan, I heard that you are still continuing your design work. Are you really not afraid of the consequences?" The man's voice was cold.

Zhou Wanwan stood at the door with a firm look in her eyes: "I am an artist and I have my own persistence. No matter who you are, I will not give up my art because of threats."

The man looked at Zhou Wanwan, as if assessing her determination. Finally, he sneered and turned away.

Zhou Wanwan stood in front of the studio window, staring at the night sky, her heart full of determination and uneasiness. Her artistic path always seemed to be accompanied by challenges and threats, but she never thought of giving up. Ms. Zhao's earring design is almost complete, and every detail embodies her hard work and creativity.

At this moment, her cell phone rang again, and an unknown number was displayed on the screen. Zhou Wanwan took a deep breath and answered the call.

"Zhou Wanwan, you are really stubborn." The voice on the other end of the phone was still low and threatening.

"I stick to my art. This is my right." Zhou Wanwan replied, with an unyielding tone in her voice.

"Do you know? Your persistence may bring you unpredictable consequences." The other party's voice became colder.

Zhou Wanwan clenched her phone tightly, her heartbeat quickened, but she remained firm: "I am willing to bear all the consequences. Art is more important to me than anything else."

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a while, and then the call was hung up. Zhou Wanwan put down the phone, feeling a little uneasy, but her determination became stronger.

The next day, Zhou Wanwan took the finished design and earring samples to the residence of Ms. Zhao's assistant, a well-known art collector, who praised Zhou Wanwan's design.

"Your design is so beautiful, I like it very much." Ms. Zhao's assistant's eyes sparkled with admiration.

"Thank you, I feel very honored to receive your recognition." Zhou Wanwan responded with a smile.

However, just as Zhou Wanwan was about to leave, Ms. Zhao's housekeeper handed her an envelope. Zhou Wanwan opened it and found a photo and a note inside. The photo showed her studio, and the note said, "This is the last warning."

Zhou Wanwan's heart sank, she knew the other party had already started to take action. She returned to the studio and told Qianqian about it.

"Wanwan, you can't just give in like this. We need to find out who is behind all this." Qianqian's tone was filled with anger and determination.

Zhou Wanwan nodded, she decided not to wait passively anymore. She and Qianqian began to investigate, trying to find the mysterious threat.

Zhou Wanwan and Qianqian sat on the sofa in the studio, surrounded by design drawings and various art materials. Both of them had serious expressions on their faces, as they knew that this investigation would not be easy.

"We must be careful. Since the other party was able to sneak into my studio, it means they are not ordinary people." Zhou Wanwan said with a frown.

Qianqian nodded, her eyes sharp: "I will start investigating from Ms. Zhao's circle to see if there are any suspicious people. You should also pay attention to your safety and don't act alone."

Zhou Wanwan nodded, she knew Qianqian was right. The two of them acted separately, and Zhou Wanwan began to sort out the surveillance videos of the studio, hoping to find some clues.

A few days later, Qianqian brought a message: "Wanwan, I found something. Ms. Zhao has recently been in contact with a mysterious art dealer named Li Hao. His background is very complicated and is said to be related to irregular art transactions."

Zhou Wanwan's heart tightened. She knew this might be the person they were looking for. "We need more evidence. We can't jump to conclusions."

At this moment, Zhou Wanwan's cell phone rang. It was an unfamiliar number. She hesitated for a moment, but still answered the call.

"Zhou Wanwan, how is your investigation going?" The voice on the other end of the phone was still low and threatening.

Zhou Wanwan was shocked. She didn't expect the other party to notice their actions so quickly. "Who are you? Why are you threatening me?"

"It doesn't matter who I am. What matters is that your artistic career may end here." The other party's voice was cold and ruthless.

Zhou Wanwan clenched her phone tightly, her voice firm: "I will not give up my art because of your threats."

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a while, and then the call was hung up. Zhou Wanwan put down the phone, feeling mixed emotions. She knew that this struggle had just begun, and Zhou Wanwan was determined to do only righteous things. Although she was just a jewelry seller, she hoped that each of her jewelry had a soul, representing justice and sunshine...