The final conversation ended with an unhappy end.

The two seemed to have reached a consensus on something, but this consensus did not make them feel relieved and happy. It would be more appropriate to say that it was a consensus.

And that night, the Xuanwu Lake Hotel in Jinling once again welcomed a group of uninvited guests.

In the presidential suite.

“Champagne or whiskey?”

"Just give us boiled water."

The ingenious man sitting upright on the sofa said.

"Okay, boiled water."

The middle-aged man with long blonde hair shrugged helplessly, looked at the eight people standing behind the strong man, his mouth twitched, and then he put all the cups in the room and placed them in front of them.

All are boiled water.

"Professor, I understand your concerns, but your concerns are unnecessary."

The strong man said, "We are professional."

"I am sorry." The professor shrugged, "I didn't see the masters I made an appointment, but you... can only be said to be the barely sublimators."

It can be seen that he is quite polite, and even if he is disappointed, he still restrains his words.

Nine sublimators, three third-level and six second-level. This is already a valuable force in the present situation, but in the professor's opinion, it is still not enough to achieve his goals.

"I spent a lot of money, big money, do you know? In order to get this collection, I overdraw my salary for twenty years." The professor suppressed his dissatisfaction and said seriously: "What I want is foolproof."

"There is no more energy in the military."

The strong man said calmly: "The Astronomical Society and the Social Security Bureau have recently investigated the sublimators in Jinling incredibly rigorously, and it is inconvenient for high-level sublimators to arrive, but please rest assured that our ghoul team is a famous elite in the cemetery of the Dead."

"I hope you understand that what I want is not a mercenary who brings a corpse to me and says the task is completed." The professor raised a finger and emphasized solemnly: "I want to live, do you understand? I want to live."

"Maybe you have a misunderstanding of kidnapping. It is not a violent action, but a highly demanding technical job." The strong man proudly raised his head: "And I have already said that we are professionals.

Do you know the Elvis incident back then? It was done by us. Until now, they still think it was an alien who captured him..."

"Oh, that's one of the curator's favorite collections!"

The professor's eyes lit up, he stood up with great enthusiasm, and held the hand of the strong man: "I'm relieved, so what about the plan? Tell me about the plan."

He picked up the bottle of whiskey, killed most of the bottle in one breath, sat on the sofa, and looked at it with a scruple: "How do we transfer my dear collection from Jinling to the Human Exhibition Hall on the border?"

“This is a thoughtful plan.”

The captain of the ghoul team took out a thick stack of plans from his backpack and placed them in front of him: "We have made different capture plans these days, and tomorrow is the best time to act.

The action preparation has been completed - we have bribed the relevant personnel of Abbrsm, and all of them will enter the venue in the form of staff. According to your additional requirements, you have arranged your identity. When the target comes, we can officially start kidnapping."

“Yeah.”

The professor became more and more focused and nodded: "So, how to kidnap? As far as I know, the force value of that collection is not low. After all, it is a legendary investigator. How can we arrest him successfully? If we rely solely on force, we may not be able to catch him?"

"Please rest assured." Behind the captain, the gentle man with glasses pushed the glasses proudly: "We have mastered his greatest weakness - his only good friend."

As he said that, he took out a photo from his pocket and placed it on the table.

In the photo, there is a girl in her prime.

Fu Yi.

"According to our eavesdropping and investigation, she plans to go to the scene to cheer for her friends in person-" said the man in glasses: "And then, we will disguise ourselves as members of Green Sun, take down his friends first, and threaten that this is a revenge against the Astronomical Society.

According to a profile analysis by a psychologist, more than 90% of him agreed to exchange identities with Fu Yi and become a hostage.

Then, we will quickly take him off and can evacuate quickly..."

After the man with glasses finished speaking, he raised his head proudly, waiting for appreciation.

But the professor was stunned for a long time and asked curiously: "That's it?"

"What else?"

He asked, "Is this just a plan? Well, although the step to blame Lu Ri and the others is pretty, what about the others? There must be other preparations to do, right?"

The man in glasses raised his eyebrows slightly.

Is he a customer who absolutely doesn't want to take any risks?

It doesn’t matter, such customers are better dealing with, and they are much more reliable than those who like to be blindly commanded if they like to have some money.

So he placed stacks of reserve plans on the table.

"Please see, this is a purposeful measure to disrupt the astronomical meeting at that time, this is a plan to mislead the Social Security Bureau's investigation, and this is one of the preparations to ensure the smooth implementation of the capture plan..."

He introduced in detail: "For the sake of perfection, we have replaced all the green plants in the indoor area with violet flowers on the border. Under the influence of the fragrance of flowers, he will be paralyzed in the source substance within ten minutes and cannot use the holy marks. The two additional teams of armed personnel will attack when the situation worsens.

Moreover, there are six reserve plans in total and seventeen escape plans, which will definitely send you and your collections to the realm in a complete way."

After saying that, he smiled: "Wait until this time tomorrow, you can enjoy your new collection in the exhibition hall."

"Very good!" Under Jing Feng described by the other party, the professor's eyes were already shining: "That's it!"

So the captain shook hands with the professor.

Both sides smiled gently with a standard business style.

"Please remember to give us five-star praises on the "Ten Thousand Evils" after the mission is completed!" The captain begged humbly: "We are just a little short of our performance this year and we meet the standards."

The professor nodded, drank the whiskey in one go, and wiped his mouth heroically: "No problem!"

So, a working professor at a human exhibition hall, a group of mercenaries from the border...the plan began like this.

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The next day, early morning.

Huai Shi, who was staring at her panda eyes, stood in front of the hotel door and saw Ai Qing in the car outside the door.

"Why are you here?"

"On the way," she said: "Jinling Music and Art Museum is right? I can give it to you."

"Ah, thank you very much."

Huai Shi grabbed the sandwich he had just taken out of the kitchen, carried the piano box and squeezed into the car. After swallowing it, she stuffed a few bites, and then poured a large bottle of cold coffee.

Breakfast is resolved.

"What's going on with your appearance as if you were struck by lightning and dying?"

"This is a long story..."

He can't say that he was too excited to learn to fight and completely forgot to review. He spent the whole night last night playing music scores and practicing piano in the record of the Book of Destiny?

This thing is really a boating against the current, and if you don’t move forward, you will retreat. There is a saying that if you don’t practice for a day, you will know that if you don’t practice for two days, the teacher will be furious... Once your hand is born, you will have to work harder to break it back.

He reached out and wiped his face, used the vitality of the Mountain Ghost Saint to wipe off his swollen eyes and tied his hair up randomly.

"Didn't sleep well last night?"

"Yeah, I'm a little nervous. After all, I've been preparing for it for more than half a year."

Huai Shi smiled and patted the piano box beside her: "But now it looks good, and she can definitely pass."

“…No need to promise me anything.”

Ai Qing glanced at his confident look, was silent for a long time, and suddenly asked, "Do you like cello so much?"

"have no idea."

Huai Shi answered neatly.

“…”

Ai Qing's eyebrows frowned, as if she was unhappy.

"It's just a literal sense of not knowing."

Huai Shi scratched her head and looked helpless, "Actually, I can't even remember why I had to learn cello. In my impression, my mother seemed to like it more... Maybe she thought that her son would be more proud of learning musical instruments.

If I like it, I might not have liked it before. But when I was so poor that I could only make some money by playing the piano to buy noodles. Before I knew it, I actually liked it.

Maybe it's the feeling of relying on each other. Without it, I would have starved to death."

As he said that, he held the cello box and showed Ai Qing: "Don't look at it as old as it is, it has a great tone. I'm so tired of repairing it until now, and I'm not willing to replace it. If I have time, I'll show you."

"No."

Ai Qing looked at the piano box beside Huai Shi, and for a long time, she withdrew her gaze: "Since that's the case, just save it."

Ai Qing didn't say anything along the way, quietly closing her eyes to rest.

The car drove extremely smoothly, even leaving Huai Shi with plenty of room to watch the piano score for a while. After bypassing the congestion during the peak period, he passed through the tall buildings along the way and finally stopped in front of the Jinling Music and Art Museum.

It is still close to the time for the exam, and there are already many young people carrying piano boxes at the door, as well as their teachers or parents.

Although professional-level exams require appointments, the Abbrsm rating range is not only cello, but almost all mainstream instruments.
To be continued...