Chapter 409： I am Yan Mo

Chapter 409 I am Yan Mo

"Then I'll wait for you at home." Si Yechen didn't force it, and everything was arranged by the little girl.

"Don't follow me secretly, and don't send someone to protect me secretly." Ou Yan seemed to have seen through his tricks, "Don't think I don't know what you're up to."

Si Yechen didn't expect the little girl to be so smart, she guessed it right away.

He pulled her into his arms, looked into her eyes and asked, "Is it dangerous not to be followed? Afraid that I will get involved? Worried about me?"

Before Ou Yan answered, Si Yechen asked again, "What is the origin of the other party?"

"I don't know for now, but the other party wants to keep it secret." Ouyan was still persuading, "If they find out that I didn't keep my word and brought a group of bodyguards and you, will I still be able to do business in the future? gone?"

Si Yechen punished her with a kiss, but he didn't expect the little girl to be able to speak well with her small mouth.

He turned around and found a black barrette, pinned next to her ball head.

"This is the latest locator. If you don't move for a long time, or the positioning is abnormal, I will go to you."

Ou Yan didn't expect that there was such a thing in his house. The ordinary-looking hairpin turned out to be a locator.

"Specially for people to study." Si Yechen seemed to see her doubts, and explained, "For your safety."

"Then I have to thank you very much." Ouyan stood on tiptoe and kissed him, put her arms around his neck, looked at his worried expression, and smiled, "Don't worry, I'll be back early, everything will be fine."

"It's better like this." Si Yechen pressed her forehead again, kissed her lips, and watched her leave, feeling a little bit sad and empty in his heart.

Ou Yan came to an old warehouse on the outskirts of Beijing ten minutes early as agreed.

There were more than a dozen bodyguards guarding the warehouse outside. Seeing that it was a little girl who got out of the car, I couldn't help being puzzled.

"I'll hand in the painting." Ou Yan came to the head of the bodyguard captain and said without changing his expression.

The captain of the bodyguard looked her up and down, "I'm sorry, you go back and tell Yan Mo that our husband wants to see him in person."

"I am Yan Mo."

The captain of the bodyguard was in disbelief again, looking at the little girl from top to bottom.

Known as the pen of Asia, the sage of oriental painting, the master of painting—Yan Mo, is actually a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl? ?

Who will believe it? ?

"Sorry, I'm not joking." The bodyguard captain said seriously.

"Me too, it's true."

Seeing that Ou Yan looked very serious, not like joking, the captain of the bodyguard was dubious, and went in to report to the husband.

After the meeting, he came out to invite, "Please come inside."

Ou Yan was walking into the warehouse door with the painting, when suddenly, the captain of the bodyguard stretched out a hand to stop her, "Excuse me, please take off the hairpin on your head."

Ou Yan: Was it discovered so quickly? ?

"It's safe inside." Seeing that Ouyan didn't make any further moves, the captain of the bodyguard explained, "Our husband won't do anything to you."

"Since I don't, it doesn't seem to make any difference whether I wear this hairpin or not."

"Our husband's whereabouts do not want to let others know, I am really sorry, please forgive me."

Seeing that he was not malicious, Ou Yan took off the hairpin and handed it to him. The captain of the bodyguard took it respectfully, and made a gesture to invite, "This way please."

Ou Yan walked into the warehouse, the environment was spacious and bright, there was only a big desk in the middle of the warehouse, with pens, ink, paper and inkstone spread on it, no one was around, but Ou Yan still found several cameras, some were facing the desk, some were facing her .

"Sir, Miss Yan Mo is here." The captain of the bodyguard reported respectfully to the person in the headset.

Ou Yan stood in front of the desk, exuding a cold aura all over her body.

After listening to the instructions in the earphone, the captain of the bodyguard said politely, "Miss Yan Mo, please open the painting."

Ou Yan spread the work on the desk, and what fell into the camera was a magnificent painting with magnificent pen and ink.

The peaks and ridges are overlapping, the forests are lush, the flowing water is winding, and the mountains are surrounded by clouds and mists.

There are sporadic thatched huts in the valley, making the environment more real and quiet, but the birds flying through the hazy and elegant clouds make people feel that the artistic conception is far-reaching and somewhat ethereal.

The captain of the bodyguard heard the praise from the gentleman coming from the earphones. There is no doubt that this one is authentic.

"Miss Yan Mo, how can you prove that this work is from you?"

If it were changed to before, Ou Yan would only say "believe it or not" to such a question, but now, thinking of the man at home, in order to complete the task and go back earlier, she still picked up the paintbrush on the desk, dipped it in ink, and prepared it in front of them. Draw a corner of the work on good drawing paper.

This corner occupies one-tenth of the entire painting, and it took less than five minutes to complete.

The captain of the bodyguard was stunned, and the people in the earphones were obviously also stunned. It is unbelievable that a little girl can complete one-tenth of the painting in such a short period of time. The key is that this painting is really from her hand!

She is really Yan Mo!

Seeing that they were silent, Ou Yan asked lightly, "Are there any other questions?"

She has to catch up with the next family, so she doesn't want to spend more time here.

"Miss Yan Mo, please wait a moment, our husband wants to see you in person."

Hearing what the captain of the bodyguard said, Ou Yan stood there and waited. After a while, a middle-aged man quickly walked down the iron stairs, followed by dozens of bodyguards.

He didn't wear gold or silver, and he didn't wear a brand-name watch on his wrist. He was dressed in casual clothes, like a successful person who would go out to play golf at any time.

Ou Yan judged from his well-maintained face and temperament that his status is not simple.

He should be a big shot in a certain field.

"Teacher Yan Mo, please forgive me..." The middle-aged man offered his hand.

Ouyan shook hands with him.

His fingers are soft and generous, proving once again that he is pampered and has good living conditions.

"I always thought Teacher Yan Mo was a man, but I didn't expect him to be so young and beautiful." The middle-aged man said very respectfully, "My mother and I both like your paintings very much, we can be said to be your fans."

"Thanks."

The middle-aged man picked up the work on the desk again, and said with emotion, "The mountains, rocks and forests are dyed layer by layer with light ink, and then thick ink is applied layer by layer. The thickness of the ink used makes the whole layout feel comfortable. It makes people feel that there is emptiness in the reality, there is reality in the emptiness, the hanging spring flows straight down, the stream is gentle, the clouds and mountains... Teacher Yan Mo's painting is really good!"

He suddenly felt that 100 million was less.

A painting like this is worth 500 million!

"Do you still need to modify it?" Ou Yan asked suddenly.

The middle-aged man was taken aback for a moment, seemingly puzzled, and then looked at the captain of the bodyguard.

Revise?

What's the meaning? ?

The captain of the bodyguard explained, "When communicating with the people under Teacher Yan Mo, I was afraid that Teacher Yan Mo would not show up, so I asked someone to convey that if the painting is not satisfactory, she needs to cooperate in person to modify it."

(end of this chapter)