please don't believe me

The white cloth was lifted up, revealing the painting.

"This..." Rachel exclaimed, "What's going on!"

There is indeed a painting under the tablecloth, the frame is intact, but the content of the painting is completely different!Originally including fruits, tea sets, vases, etc., now there is only a single vase with a few sunflowers in full bloom, as if you can see its vitality through the picture.

"Vincent's imitation..." The young man didn't care about the exclamation of others, he touched his chin and lips and commented, "The brushwork is very clumsy, so it's worth the price."

"God!" Fera kept holding the tablecloth for quite a long time—she had forgotten to put the tablecloth down first, "Master, where did you get that original painting?"

"Who knows?" The young man shrugged and stepped forward to take off the "Sunflower" painting, "I have to go to work, so I will hang this painting back where it belongs... Rachel, do you remember that this painting was originally hung Where is it?"

"Hmm..." The girl's thought about stealing the painting was interrupted, and it took a while to respond to the young man's question, "Is it by the stairs... Oh, no."

As she spoke, she turned her head to look at the wall beside the stairs. There was a painting hanging on it in good condition, and there was no second painting here in her memory.

The old butler Brian finally spoke: "It's the row next to the door of Feila's room."

"Yes, yes! The wall opposite my room!" Rachel's eyes widened, she turned left and ran into the hallway, pointing to the wall where Ferra's room is located, "It used to hang here! Look at the empty space !"

The young man walked over with the painting in his arms, first handed it to Rachel, then took out a nail from his pocket and pressed it into the hole on the wall, and then hung the painting up.

"Oh my god..." Rachel marveled, "how long has it been gone and how did I never notice?"

The young man clapped his hands and said with a smile, "This is a secret."

"Then the stolen painting is also a secret?" The steward and Feila came over, "I'm afraid not, the young master has to teach us how to use this trick."

"It's just a trick." The young man put his pockets in his pocket and stood next to "Sunflower" and smiled at the butler. "That painting is in this house, and you have a whole day to find it. No matter what the result is, I will come back at night will solve the mystery.”

Rachel tilted her head and asked, "Can you find your room too?"

"It's not a good thing for a young girl to go to a single man's room, my good girl." The young man pinched the girl's braid, "It's not in my room, I promise."

Brian laughed and said, "I guess this is not an easy task."

"Then test your luck today?" The young man thought for a while, "Do you have any coins?"

The butler took out a silver coin and handed it to him.

"Thank you for your generosity." The young man put the silver coin on his thumbnail, snapped it into the crook of his index finger, and then used the back of his right hand to connect with his left hand and cover it: "Front and reverse?"

Rachel yelled, "Front!"

The young man raised his finger, the opposite side.

"Oh, it doesn't look like a good omen." The young man smiled, put the coins away one by one, and half-raised his fists with the backs of his hands outward, "Left and right?"

Feila looked at the housekeeper, then pointed to the young man's left hand: "This way!"

The young man lowered his left fist and slowly spread it out, empty-handedly: "What a pity."

Brian laughed, "I guess the right side is empty too."

"Your life experience has made you wise, Brian." The young man spread his right fist, and it turned out to be empty.He looked up at the wall clock on the wall and slapped his forehead.

"Oh, I shouldn't be showing off, it's time to go to work." He hurried out, "I'll have breakfast outside, good luck and have a good time!"

"See you tonight, master!" Rachel waved after him, and she turned back and said excitedly when the young man went out, "Young master can still do this! Where did the silver coins go?"

The steward guessed that it was in the young man's sleeve, but he didn't say it, he just replied: "You're off topic again, lovely girl."

"Yeah...you're right!" Rachel replied, "We have to find the painting!"

"No." Feila walked towards the kitchen, and patted the girl on the back as she passed by, "We have to have breakfast first, little girl."

Seravi Theatre, main hall.

The voice of the accompaniment team stepped on the drumbeat, and it was very cheerful at the beginning: "Girls and boys go around and hang out together; sweetheart, sweetheart; put double vodka in a glass and taste it together—"

The female lead singer walked down the stairs, and the feathers wrapped around her breasts and buttocks shook with her movements: "Sweetheart, honey, sweetheart!"

The trombone and saxophone sounded, and the timbre was frivolous and humorous, which made people feel relaxed; the cellist plucked the strings with bare hands, and the rhythm of the drums was obvious, making people want to jump to the rhythm.

The female lead singer shook the feathers on her shoulders to the music, and tapped the heels of her high heels: "I was still eating dinner when I met him, what a wonderful Friday night! I was in a good mood when I saw him, and my appetite was whetted immediately open……"

"David, David!"

The young man looked at the secretary who turned his head and whispered to him: "What's wrong?"

The secretary raised his index finger slightly and pointed forward to the left: "Ask what you are eating."

The young man looked at Chris who was sitting obliquely in front. The back of the boss was motionless, and he didn't seem to be infected by the cheerful music at all.Such a person actually came to ask himself what he was eating?

But after thinking about it, the young man still took out a small metal box from the inner pocket of his suit, and slightly loosened the lid with his thumbnail: "Mint, is the boss trying to refresh himself?"

The secretary opened the box and saw by the light on the stage that it was indeed a light green mint candy.He closed the box and leaned forward to Chris: "Mr. Chris, it's mints. David said it's refreshing."

Chris raised his hand and waved his fingers, and the secretary opened the box knowingly and handed it over.Chris squeezed two candies, and looked back at the assistant who carried the candy with him.

The young man looked quite calm, but his fingers were tapping his knees following the music, and his eyes were shining brightly.When Chris looked at him, he almost didn't realize Chris' gaze until reminded by his secretary.

He gave Chris a bright smile, as sweet as candy: "Mr. Chris?"

"He's full of sweet talk, like a sugar-coated cannonball—" the lead singer sang and danced on stage, "He's my sugar baby, oh yes, he's my sugar baby!"

Chris shook the two candies: "Thank you."

"You're welcome." The young man raised his hand and signaled to Chris casually, "If you like, I can bring you some other flavors, which are refreshing, refreshing, or pain-relieving...Sorry, do you mean that? Too naive?"

Chris was indeed a little surprised, but not to the point of being unhappy.This kind of place, this kind of music that makes people let go of their guards, does have the possibility of showing people a different side.At first glance, this young assistant looks steady, but in fact he still has some childish hobbies.But paired with those "Candy Candy" songs, these quirks are surprisingly a plus.

"No, I can probably try some," Chris replied, "if it doesn't bother you."

The young man smiled slightly: "Of course it's not troublesome."

Chris doesn't like stupid people, but he also guards against people who are too smart.Although young people are outstanding in appearance, they are humble and approachable, and have great potential for improvement.What's even more rare is that Chris likes people who are not so easy to guess, but who can be guessed step by step. The youth's life experience has caused his complex personality, which is exactly in line with Chris' preferences.

Of course, the young David still has an eye-catching face, which is also an incentive that cannot be ignored.However, Chris always forgets about people after he has figured them out. Why would he care about a face he is used to?

Oh... As for how shocked the young man was when he couldn't figure it out at the end, that's another story.

After the approval of the singing and dancing program, the secretary and David got up and left the Seravi Theater behind Chris.

The way they come in is different from the way they go out.From the entrance to the exit of the VIP area is an arc-shaped wide passage, and there are three entrances leading to three boxes on the side of the passage near the infield.The box in the middle is a large box for many people, and the boxes on both sides have the same area as the middle, except that there are small partitions between every two or three seats to form booths.Chris and his party entered the middle box through the aisle from the entrance, and walked out of the box on the other side to the exit.

VIP channels and boxes are collectively referred to as the VIP area.The decoration here is magnificent, famous paintings are hung on the walls, and various exquisite exhibits are displayed in the display cabinets.The young man followed behind the secretary watching with great interest, asking in a low voice about the exhibits from time to time.

"These are all authentic works? Oh, isn't this "Girl Drinking Afternoon Tea"?" The young man was about to take a closer look at the painting, but was attracted by another painting next to him, "God, my favorite "Sunset" "Water Lily Lake"!"

The young man used great restraint to not let himself touch the painting. He moved away from the Impressionist painting, walked quickly to the secretary, and asked in a low voice: "These are indeed as the outside world said. The real thing? But if it hangs here like this, won’t something happen?”

"There are guards at both ends of this aisle. The smallest painting is so big, who can take it out?" The secretary replied in a low voice, "When there are many people, the guards will stand directly at both ends of the aisle, looking directly at this place."

"But just in case... please forgive my impoliteness." The young man replied, "in case the skirts of the ladies..."

The secretary raised his eyebrows and glanced at the young man. After a while, he said, "We also have female inspectors."

The young man lowered his head in embarrassment: "I'm sorry."

"You two." Chris turned his head halfway, "How did you watch the show just now?"

The secretary vaguely received his gaze, and naturally asked the young man the question: "I don't seem to understand the current fashion all the time. David, you should be more familiar with it than me. What do you think?"

What do you mean, probing... The young man blinked his eyes suspiciously, as if he was wondering what the other party wanted to ask: "Those songs are quite cheerful, but they may be suitable for different occasions..."

Chris stopped to look at him.

The young man also stopped behind Chris, but was pushed forward by the secretary, and he was side by side with Chris in one step.

Chris raised his feet and walked forward again, and said indifferently: "Continue."

"Okay, Mr. Chris." The young man walked beside him and explained in a low voice, his voice was like a gurgling spring, "For example, the song "Sweetheart Baby" may be very popular at informal lively gatherings..."