Inside the High Wall [Quick Transmigration]

On the night of the Hungry Ghost Festival on July [-]th, Jiang Kainan sat at the crossroads, with fire in front of his eyes and paper money under his feet.

"Brother, Zheng Zhao is coming back." He threw the paper money in his hand into the fire, "I have been waiting for a long time, and you have been waiting for a long time, too. For four years, I haven't found out where Zheng Yao is? Her parents died It’s gone, it won’t show up. The elder brother is dead, so it won’t show up. If it succeeds this time, she should show up.”

The air distorted by the flames seemed to be hallucinating, Jiang Kainan suddenly seemed to see Zhou Shang, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"Brother, I really hate you. I hate that you lied to me, and I hate that you are honest with me. You told me that your name is Zhou Shang, that you have gone through a great flood, and that the whole world will be submerged in the future. Repeat. But ah, they found out that your name is Shang Zhou, you have paranoia, and you are a complete lunatic. Even so, I still choose to believe you, am I not more like a lunatic?"

"When you just died, I was indeed shaken. I even ran to find Zheng Zhao and told him that I had leaked his whereabouts to you. But before I left the airport, I read the news that Zheng Yao left home. Run away. Isn’t it funny? We tried every means to distinguish Zheng Delin and Zheng Yao, who is more hard-hearted, and who would be that woman on the flyover, but we didn’t expect that she would pretend, and he would pretend to be kind in front of Zheng Zhao , pretending to be considerate to the old and the weak."

"Of course, we didn't expect Zheng Delin to have the same temper. Brother, it doesn't matter who is in the Zheng family, they are all the same."

Jiang Kenan watched the wind blow up the paper dust, like a black butterfly fluttering in the air.

"Three years ago, I tried to involve Zheng Zhao in the plane crash case. I appeared around the lawyer of the Zheng family time and time again, and used various methods to guide him to the idea of ​​seeking the property of the Zheng family, making him think that this was his own idea. , but still failed. No wonder people say that people without hobbies are scary, haha, Zheng Zhao is scary, but this time I will be more patient and careful."

"Brother, please watch me finish all this."

"Watch me save the world."

The fire was gradually extinguished, he stood up and walked towards Delong Tower, the most mixed place in the whole C country.

"Mr. Jiang, you're back." A boy who was squatting at the door ran over when he saw him, "The two bosses are waiting for you by the swimming pool on the top floor."

Jiang Kainan nodded, and while waiting for the elevator, he casually said, "Recently more and more people have come to live here."

Ma Tsai echoed with a smile: "Recently, the anti-corruption efforts have intensified, and there are many bosses who refuse to go back to cooperate with the investigation. They are all eagerly waiting for your news. Who doesn't know that you have the best news."

When the elevator came down, Jiang Kainan walked in, "Then you should know that I'm busy, not everyone will see me."

Ma Zai's face froze, and he quickly followed him in and said, "These two bosses are big figures in Province S, and everyone in Province S knows them well. They came here because the officials who made good friends with them..."

Jiang Kenan grabbed Ma Zai's collar, pressed his hand, and knocked his head against the elevator wall.

"You don't have to make up your own mind for me. I know better than you how to go from running errands to the top. Take a piss and take care of yourself. Do you have the ability?"

Ding, the elevator door opened, and two beautiful bodyguards ushered in with smiles.

Jiang Kainan loosened Ma Zai's collar, straightened his clothes, looked at them and asked, "Are the two bosses inside?"

"Here." The two beautiful bodyguards said in unison, "Please come in, Mr. Jiang."

Jiang Kainan heard the words and walked towards the swimming pool. The infinity swimming pool of the Spring Hotel overlooks the entire S city, and the lights of thousands of houses become a sight for people to watch.

Seeing Jiang Kenan leaving, Ma Zai got up from the elevator floor and covered his bleeding head with his hands.

Jiang Kenan suddenly stopped at the door, turned around and said, "I almost forgot, you guys remember to deal with him."

"Okay." The two beautiful bodyguards nodded and walked towards Ma Zai in unison.Ma Zai panicked all of a sudden, ran to the elevator like hell, and desperately pressed the door close button.The elevator door finally closed, and he slumped on the ground panting for breath. At this moment of relaxation, the elevator trembled violently and fell straight down.

Without squinting, Jiang Kainan walked towards the swimming pool.

Delong Tower has the most superior service and the most private security. The residents who come and go are all exiled bigwigs, second-generation hands and eyes, beautiful stars and well-informed brokers.It took Jiang Kainan three full years to go from being a horse boy who helped watch the door, ordering a car to deliver things, to being a broker with the name of CEO.

It seemed fast, but to him, it was almost too slow.

Fortunately, there is still time.

At the Anbei Airport in S City, the passengers coming and going were in a hurry, and some people sneezed from time to time. Autumn is a season of frequent flu.

Zheng Zhao stood at the terminal and took a taxi back to the warehouse. He didn't tell anyone that he was back, but he did.Opening the refrigerator and taking out a bottle of sparkling water, Zheng Zhao lay back on the bed, and the sunlight outside the window was just right.

Since the design draft was sold to Lipper, the orders from the girls have come one after another, no more, no less, just enough to support him, and just enough for him to make something he likes.

After resting for a whole day, Zheng Zhao began to accept the express delivery, various precious metals and gemstones that Lipper helped to order.This time what he wants to do is not the rose next to the trash can, but the plum blossom in front of the window, it should be blooming.

Silver, Pearl, Onyx, Ebony.

It took Zheng Zhao a long time, so long that he felt that a thousand years of wind and frost had passed, and he gave it to this plum blossom hairpin after devoting himself to it physically and mentally.

On the second floor of Christie's auction house, the manager looked at the masterpiece in front of him in shock, and after nearly ten minutes, he raised his head to look at Zheng Zhao, and said excitedly: "Mr. Wise choice!"

Beauty has always been common.

Zheng Zhaodao: "I just want to help it find someone who cherishes it enough." No one will cherish things that don't cost money, and the more expensive things, the more people will cherish them.

"I understand." The manager nodded and closed the box, with a troubled face, and asked after a while, "Mr. Zheng Zhao, this hairpin is used more by people in country C, can you change this plum blossom into a hairpin?" Auction for a brooch? You don't need to change anything, just a different name."

Creation is his business, while auction is someone else's business. Zheng Zhao has no objection.

The thirteenth day of the twelfth lunar month is the season for plum blossoms to bloom, and it couldn't be more timely for plum blossoms to appear as the final auction item.

"This plum blossom brooch is the proud work of the young artist Mr. Zheng Zhao." The auctioneer introduced the exhibits. As his introduction became more and more amazed, Zheng Zhao could no longer tell whether it was his family background. At the time of the highest, or that he is the former bass player of the birds the highest voice.

"20! Is there any more bids?" The auctioneer's voice fell, and all the bidders in the venue raised their signs in unison.

Hearing the rising prices, Zheng Zhao became more and more bored. Almost everyone said that this brooch was beautiful, and everyone wanted this brooch, as if this brooch should be chased.Did they really like the brooch?Or are they just trying to show off?What are people chasing after this brooch?

"5000 million!" The auction house finally dropped the hammer.

The people around kept coming to congratulate him, Zheng Zhao was so bored that he could hardly breathe, he dealt with the crowd and tried hard to adapt to the flattery, but it was still unbearable.

"Mr. Zheng Zhao!" People watched Zheng Zhao turn and leave in amazement, and then whispered about his arrogance.But only Zheng Zhao himself knew that he had fled in despair, and he was already defeated at this moment.

Walking out of the gate of the auction house, there are flashing lights and a reporter with a microphone outside the door.Zheng Zhao looked at the reporter, and the reporter also looked at Zheng Zhao, looking at the young and promising designer in front of him.His brows were slightly frowned, and his expression was a little cold. The metal cuffs on the outside of his shirt were carved with complicated patterns, which was amazing at first glance.

After a moment of astonishment, the reporters came back to their senses and launched a swift offensive against Zheng Zhao.

"Mr. Zheng Zhao, according to the records of Christie's auction house, you are the first person alive to see your jewelry work auctioned for [-] million yuan. What do you think?"

"Mr. Zheng Zhao, in the past, the jewelry that was auctioned at a high price was not because of the inlaid jewelry itself, or because of the historical value and celebrity effect of the antique. The materials used in your jewelry works are very common. At this price, are you sure? There are also some surprises?"

"Mr. Zheng Zhao, your jewelry production has always been made by studio appointment. After this auction, almost everyone in the world knows you. Your early works have also been rising in value recently, and more people are enough Door. Do you have the will to create a brand?"

Zheng Zhao's ears were buzzing, he raised his arm to cover the white light, his eyes were blurred, what exactly is he doing these days?

"Plum blossom, it's not a brooch, it's a hairpin."

The sound was like a mosquito, but the reporters with sharp ears and eyes could hear clearly. As soon as their eyes lit up, they all knew that they had caught a big news, and they scrambled to ask Zheng Zhao questions.

"Mr. Zheng Zhao, you said plum blossoms were originally not brooches, but hairpins, right? May I ask if this modification was made by you yourself, or was it a request from the auction house?"

"Mr. Zheng Zhao, are you saying this change now because you regret it? For the guests who have already photographed plum blossoms, plum blossoms have instantly changed from a flawless work to a work regretted by the designer. Isn't it a blow like a thunderbolt? How are you going to solve this matter?"

"Mr. Zheng Zhao, did you say this in public in the media to appeal to commerce to stay away from art? What do you think of the relationship between commerce and art? Some people say that art is a product based on commerce, do you agree?"

Zheng Zhao stood where he was, pursed his lips, and watched the reporters without saying a word.

The reporters were guilty of being stared at by him, but they didn't take a step back. The job is the most important thing, and they even thought of the title.Shocked, the young artist cried out at the door of the world's largest auction house about being forced!

Seeing this, Zheng Zhao looked back at the security personnel at the door, and said to the reporters: "Please don't crowd at the door, lest thieves get in."

The reporters looked at the security guard and Zheng Zhao. The auction house has rules, and they reluctantly made way for him.

Zheng Zhao returned to the deserted warehouse by car, sat on the edge of the lathe and watched for a long time before returning to bed, and the first class of Rhode Island School of Design appeared in his deep dream.

The seat and handle of the bicycle turned into the head of a bull. Picasso used "non-art" materials and means to resist consumerism, hinder the consumability of his works, and prevent his own art from deteriorating into commodity value. This is modernism. Art proves art, and pure art guarantees the purity of art.

After waking up from the dream, Zheng Zhao sat up, sweating profusely. He was indeed happy, full of relaxation and pleasure.

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