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The night is as hazy as yarn.

Light rain was blowing, cold and damp.

A man walked slowly out of the carved stone archway. A black double-breasted Italian handmade suit was pressed on him, which could not be more elegant and slender.

Zhong Zhe stood in front of the building of Christie's auction house, looking up, the Bund was just lit up, and the prosperity of the early [-]th century has condensed to this day.

Zhong Zhe hates all vulgar things.

Centuries of turmoil have passed, and he, who was born in the old family, has long known that he is the only rare animal left.

At this moment, the person in charge of the Asian region followed closely behind him and personally sent him to the door. They talked softly in English.

"Mr. Zhong can give us Zao Wou-ki's painting as the finale of the autumn auction. I really don't know how to thank him. There is almost no decent thing to fill the cover." The person in charge gestured sincerely and eagerly, and paused Dun added embarrassingly, "Of course it's hard to say that there are none, but it's definitely not as good as that one."

Zhong Zhe has listened to such words of thanks several times.He smiled indifferently, and was more satisfied with the frankness shown by the person in charge in front of him - he just couldn't lose to his old rival Sotheby's.

The director of the contemporary art department beside him also chimed in pure Chinese: "It is true that there is a lack of white jade beds in the East China Sea. Now there is no King of Jinling. It is all up to Mr. Zhong to come to the rescue."

This compliment was playful and elegant, and everyone present laughed.

Zhong Zhe reminded lightly: "Everyone knows my rules."

"Of course." The person in charge assured, "No matter how bad Mr. Zhong is, he will never fail the auction. I'm afraid it will hit a new high."

As long as it is the Zhong family's collection, it is absolutely not allowed to fail the auction, otherwise there will be no next time.

Given the Zhong family's status in the Tibetan world, severing business with his family is tantamount to severing themselves from the entire collecting world.

Before parting, the director of the Contemporary Art Department did not forget what he mentioned earlier, "I will give you the news as soon as possible about the paintings of Sanyu that Mr. Zhong asked about."

Everyone shook hands politely.

The assistant next to the person in charge saw the needles and asked Zhong Zhe attentively, "Do you need to call a car?"

Zhong Zhe waved his hands, his face was polite and alienated, and his voice was gentle, "Thank you, no need, I live on the peninsula."

The Peninsula Hotel is on the Bund, but just opposite each other.

The sky is still lightly raining, the Wanguo Building stands in the light and shadow, and the lights of the boats on the river are flickering in the distance, giving the illusion of time stagnation.

Zhong Zhe took off his suit and threw it on his back, not intending to go back to the hotel at all, just walking around enjoying the night.

He turned into the Shanghai Club not far away, which is now the lounge bar of Waldorf Astoria, and ordered a glass of GLEN MORANGIE 18-year-old whiskey.This place is not as good as it was a few years ago. There is no resident jazz singer, and the guests who come here have also changed quietly. Fortunately, he still likes the atmosphere of the old house.

Zhong Zhe looked at the old photos hanging on the wall, well, he has seen more than this in family albums.

Sitting at the beginning of the [-]-meter-long bar, watching the passers-by in the rain outside the window, Zhong Zhe could feel the eyes of several mermaids in the bar falling on him.He has always dressed well, and his style is a typical nobleman. The most terrible thing is his face, which is far better than those young masters, and is no worse than a big star.

With Zhong Zhe's appearance, if others don't take him as a winner, I'm sorry for his outstanding temperament.

A young girl with a pretty face and elegant manners sat next to him and ordered a glass of Mojito. The red lips lined with the white, white and green body of the glass was very eye-catching.

Zhong Zhe likes beautiful things, but when he was studying in Eaton, he discovered that the object of hormones is men.After entering Cambridge, I went to Florence with my classmates during the summer vacation. When I saw the statue of David, several people who went with me turned around and found that there was no figure. Looking back, I saw Zhong Zhe looking up at the statue obsessively, without moving a step opened.

James, who slept with him, laughed at him, "Hey, Jonathan, time to go."

Others followed suit, and they read the Bible sentence, "thatthesoulofJonathanwasknittothesoulofDavid, andJonathanlovedhimashimself."

"Jonathan's heart and David's heart are deeply compatible, and Jonathan loves David as he loves himself."

Michelangelo's statue of David is carved with the King David who had a heart-to-heart relationship with Jonathan, the prince of Israel.

"Zhe, aren't you gay?" Someone couldn't help laughing.

Zhong Zhe is used to them always calling Zhe like John.

He has nothing to say, Michelangelo is gay, and his sculptures of David and Jonathan are gay, regardless of the controversies in art history, at least in Zhong Zhe's view.

James pushed the talking kid roughly, "Fuck you, how could I sleep with a gay guy. Zhe is just obsessed with art."

Since then, Zhong Zhe got a nickname, Jonathan (Jonathan who was obsessed with David). After graduation, he simply took this as an alias and officially used it.

The girl sitting next to him felt that the timing was about right, and obviously noticed the initials J on Zhong Zhe's silver cufflinks early on. She brushed her long hair and struck up a conversation very naturally: "Hi," the ending sound carried a melodious whirl Son, "Is it John, or Johnson?"

"Jonathan," Zhong Zhe's voice was like a cello, and he smiled charmingly, "Have you heard the story of Jonathan, the prince of Israel, and King David?"

The mermaid wagged her tail and moved closer, with a look of excitement on her face.

Zhong Zhe knew at a glance that the other party believed that he had taken the bait.

A few minutes later, the girl understood the subtext of the story and left with interest. She looked around, and all the annoying eyes stopped after receiving the signal from her colleagues.

Zhong Zhe began to concentrate on tasting his night. GLENMORANGIE whiskey surrounded him with the aroma of highland vanilla and white flowers. He usually ordered champagne, but tonight he switched to whiskey because he wanted to smoke cigars.

He asked for a COHIBA Century No. 2, which was not so strong but rich in taste, which made him very intoxicated.

This is the best season on the Bund. The sky is clear and clean before late autumn.

Zhong Zhe enjoyed the midnight alone before he walked out. There were few cars on the wide driveway, and the white lines were drawn on the black ground, which had a minimalist aesthetic.

The drizzle has stopped, and the breeze blows away the layered clouds, revealing the brilliant face of the full moon, even the neon lights of the metropolis have lost their luster.

Zhong Zhe, a loner, stared at the bright moon in a daze, and belatedly realized that it was a mid-autumn night.

Beep, beep——

The vibrating mobile phone rang against his chest, Zhong Zhe came back to his senses, poked his slender fingers into the inside of the suit and took out the gleaming screen, he couldn't remember who would call him at midnight on the Mid-Autumn Festival.

He asked slightly drunkenly, "Which one?"

"Zhong Zhe, it's me, Uncle Gao."

The voice on the other end of the phone was low and familiar, which brought Zhong Zhe's thoughts back to many years ago.

After his father's funeral, more than a month later, Zhong Zhe received a package as tall as a person, which contained some letters, a small collection, and a large amount of research materials and notes from his father.

At the same time as the package came, it was Uncle Gao's phone call.

"Those were left by your father at my place. I have been procrastinating, and I haven't seen him move them back from the research office... I think the study room full of roses outside the window is more suitable for these things."

That was the last time Uncle Gao talked to Zhong Zhe. Two men who lost their close relatives and friends, one looked at the other from childhood to adulthood, and the other was the teacher, relatives and friends of the other, but they didn't know what to say at this moment to express their state of mind. They simply fell silent.

It was also like some kind of silent tacit understanding, the deep scars that each other didn't want to reveal, so far no one has contacted the other.

Zhong Zhe couldn't help but took a deep breath, "Uncle Gao, happy holidays! It should be my junior calling you..."

On the other end of the phone, a deep male voice interrupted Zhong Zhe's reminiscence.

"Zhong Zhe..."

Zhong Zhe could even hear the slightly heavy breathing coming from the phone.

A strong premonition of uneasiness rose in my heart.

In the next second, Zhong Zhe's premonition landed.

He heard Uncle Gao report the number almost word for word.

"003, stolen."

For two seconds, Zhong Zhe's mind went blank, just like the moment of an explosion, the impact cut off his five senses.

"Uncle Gao, you said 003..."

He spoke with difficulty.

"Zhong Zhe, 003, was stolen. It's gone."

Uncle Gao confirmed the news again with a heavy voice, and after a few breaths, he added on the phone: "I think you should be prepared, and someone should come to you soon. You may have to wait a few days to come back." Back to England."

Zhong Zhe calmed down and gave a hum. Before hanging up the phone, he finally couldn't help but said: "Father made such a difficult decision at the beginning, and finally chose to hand it over to the country to prevent such things from happening. Unexpectedly, I still didn't can be avoided."

There was only a sigh on the other end of the phone.

In the middle of the night, the big customs bell rang loudly, and the hazy night veil was shattered and fell down one after another. Zhong Zhe walked endlessly amidst the ding-dong sound.

At this moment, everyone is still swimming in their unknown dreams, but countless messages repeat the same message——003 was stolen, like light spots along the invisible huge spider web, through various communication channels, and spread all over the world either openly or secretly. everywhere.

This night, undercurrents surged, doomed to sleepless till dawn.

The author has something to say: Receive "Debts All over the Three Realms" in advance, welcome to collect.

After the rebellion of Prime Minister Ma Wen for three consecutive times, Lao Jun, who was recognized by the heaven as the most salty fish, was sent to the post.

After 3 years, it is still reversed.

Lao Jun, who was supposed to be punished and wiped out in ashes, was unexpectedly reincarnated with a trace of his spirit hidden behind him.

Lao Jun is still alive, shocking the Three Realms and Five Regions, the Emperor of Heaven has ordered, this time must not leave any residue!

Unexpectedly, 3 years have passed, and because of salted fish, Lao Jun has become the number one debtor in the Three Realms.

In this world, the one who owes the debt is the Lord, and he must not die.

In order to collect debts, the gods and demons fought against their orders,

For a while, there was a crematorium in the sky, and an underground Shura ground.

This is a story about a heartthrob who was chased for a 3-year bad debt.