Chapter 117 Du Haijing (5k)

There are more and more people around Han Zhiqing, including visitors, reporters, internet celebrities, and people of all kinds.

In less than five minutes, more than ten or twenty people gathered here to admire the sock on the ground.

Suddenly, Han Zhiqing heard someone muttering behind her.

"Isn't this just an ordinary sock?"

"What nonsense are you talking about? This is the work of Master Cen Xuan. How can it be an ordinary sock?"

"So what does it represent?"

"How can ordinary people like us understand the master's realm all at once? Watch carefully and learn well."

"Oh, eh, I think I understand a little bit what the master wants to express."

"Me too."

There was even a host who was broadcasting live and came over.

He held up his mobile phone for live broadcast, and placed himself and the socks on the ground in the same camera. He introduced it to the audience in the live broadcast room: "Look, everyone, this is a sock, but don't think it is an ordinary sock. Master Cen Xuan deliberately made it look like this. Only people with real independent thinking and artistic talent can see what this sock is trying to express..."

Han Zhiqing was going crazy. She wanted to grab everyone by the collar and yell at them: Are you blind? This is clearly an ordinary sock that doesn't even have a display stand! !
But she could do nothing but watch this farce silently.

Shen Cheng and Xiao Qingque were standing not far away admiring this scene.

When Xiao Qingque saw Han Zhiqing completely turned gray in the crowd, he almost burst out laughing.

At the same time, I felt a little bit excited because the sock was taken off her body. I didn't expect that so many people would be watching it as a work of art.

Xiao Qingque felt like he was the ancient god in charge of art. A pair of socks could become a sought-after work of art, which was also the highlight of the sock's short life.

After a while, Han Zhiqing squeezed through the crowd and walked out in a daze.

Her three views had been completely shattered, into pieces all over the floor, and there was no way to pick them up again.

Coming in front of Shen Cheng and Xiao Qingque, facing their playful gazes, Han Zhiqing opened her mouth but couldn't say anything.

She could argue that this sock is different from Master Cen Xuan’s other artworks and has nothing to do with Master Cen Xuan.

But how to explain this to the audience?
They can't even tell the difference between an ordinary sock and a work of art. Doesn't this correspond to what Shen Cheng said just now - they don't care what the artwork is, a colorful cup or an ordinary sock, they only care about whether it is a master's work and whether they can take advantage of the popularity.

"You are right, sir."

Han Zhiqing didn't play dirty, but painfully admitted the fact: "I lost this bet."

Shen Cheng smiled and added: "If there was no bet, would you be one of them and regard socks as works of art? No need to answer me."

Han Zhiqing's heart skipped a beat. She wanted to retort, but she knew herself better.

If there had not been this bet, if she had not seen with her own eyes where the socks came from, she would have certainly treated this ordinary sock as a master's work of art like this group of people, and at most would have doubted that she could not understand it.

Am I also a person who is trying to get attention?
Shen Cheng's last hit is just like Garen's Whisper, which silences and adds critical hits.

Han Zhiqing was so upset that she covered her mouth, bowed hastily to Shen Cheng, and then ran away with red eyes. She was probably going to the bathroom to cry.

But with such a fragile mentality, can he really do a good job as a journalist, a job that requires a thick skin?

Xiao Qingque finally laughed out loud: "Why do you always bully girls?"

"Is telling the truth considered bullying?"

Shen Cheng looked at Xiao Qingque: "I said you have gained two pounds recently, is this considered bullying?"

Xiao Qingque suddenly hugged himself with both hands: "I didn't provoke you, why did you attack me?"

"Then are you fat?"

"No, I'm just swollen."

“Making a fool of yourself only makes you look stupid.”

As Xiao Qingque kept talking, time quickly came to noon.

During the two days of activities before, the art gallery did not close at noon and even provided a place for lunch break.

But today, the organizer started to chase people away, and those who had bought tickets and were queuing outside were not allowed in, saying that the event would end early for the day.

Although the organizers promised to refund the tickets and money, the audience was still very dissatisfied, especially those who had come specially to queue for a long time, and began to argue with the security guards who drove them away.

The reporters at the scene had a hunch that there might be some news, so they started interviewing the staff out of professional habit, trying to dig out some hot spots.

But the organizer quickly sent people to communicate with these reporters, and after the communication, the reporters actually left obediently, and no one dared to stay to take pictures or interview.

A security guard came to Shen Cheng and Xiao Qingque and tried to drive them away. Before Shen Cheng could take any action, Xiao Qingque had already looked at the security guard with his red eyes and hypnotized him directly.

“Why is the museum closing early?”

"We are going to entertain several distinguished guests this afternoon, so we need to clear the place in advance and not let any irrelevant people disturb them."

Shen Cheng and Xiao Qingque looked at each other in surprise.

According to Pei Mu's divination results, Du Haijing will appear in this exhibition hall this afternoon.

And now the art museum is actually starting to kick people out. Could it be that Du Haijing is one of the distinguished guests that are coming this afternoon? Or is she one of the staff members mixed in?

Although surprised, Shen Cheng and Xiao Qingque would certainly not be driven out. They found a place to hide in the exhibition hall and would find out the reason in the afternoon.

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye it is three o'clock in the afternoon.

Several cars quietly stopped at the entrance of the exhibition hall which had been cleared of outsiders. Several security personnel wearing sunglasses and suits got out of the cars in front and behind, and three people got out of the luxury car in the middle.

A graceful middle-aged couple and a young and beautiful girl.

These three are the distinguished guests for whom the art museum was closed specifically.

The city councilor of Tailing City, his wife, and their only daughter, Han Zhiqing.

If it was an ordinary city councillor, it would certainly not be enough to make the organizer choose to close the museum to welcome him, but Councillor Han’s family is a local big family, and this art gallery is their family property.

Not only that, the Han family also does art business. Although it is traditional art, the connections and sales network accumulated over the years have long been coveted by the organizers.

But I heard that something happened in the Han family recently, and it seemed to be related to the wanted Star Ranger.

The organizer of the art exhibition is a commercial cultural company, and the company's boss personally greeted us at the gate of the exhibition hall.

Everyone entered the exhibition hall chatting and laughing.

The boss personally accompanied and acted as a tour guide for this distinguished family of three, introducing the creative background of these works of art.

Fortunately, Master Cen Xuan did not come, otherwise he would have to accompany me in person.

The congressman's wife noticed that her daughter was a little depressed and asked curiously, "Don't you like the works of this master very much? Why do you look unhappy?"

Han Zhiqing forced herself to cheer up: "Mom, I may not have slept well last night, so I am a little tired."

The congressman's wife smiled gently and said, "Then let's finish reading it early and go back."

"Ok!"

The company boss took his family of three for a slow stroll and soon came to a special exhibit.

An ordinary-looking sock.

When she saw the socks, Han Zhiqing's face suddenly turned dark.

She never thought that after so much time had passed, the organizer did not notice anything wrong and did not take away the socks that shattered her worldview.

The company boss was also stunned because he had never seen this piece of art before.

It’s not that he likes the works of Master Cen Xuan very much. There are too many artworks created by that master, most of which can be regarded as non-recyclable garbage. Who can remember them all?
The artworks that can appear in this exhibition hall are all personally selected by the company owner. At least the appearance of them can tell a story. Such unremarkable socks will be passed by him from the beginning.

Could it be that the staff made a mistake? But you have to at least set up a booth, so how could you just throw it on the ground?

Compared to the company boss's confusion, the congressman and his wife were quite interested in the socks and asked the boss to introduce it.

The boss had no choice but to start introducing the dish. Fortunately, he specialized in this field and, except for being a little awkward at the beginning, he soon became eloquent and spoke fluently.

Which socks represent the lowest point in life? If you only have one sock, it means you haven't fallen completely. If you don't have a booth, it means your life has fallen into the mud.

The congressman and his wife listened with great interest, but Han Zhiqing's face became darker and darker. Because she was the only one who knew the true origin of the sock, which was a fresh, warm sock taken off from a girl's feet.

Maybe it can be sold for a high price to some pervert, but it has nothing to do with art.

Just yesterday, Han Zhiqing still had a good impression of this cultural company that insisted on promoting Master Cen Xuan's artworks, but now she is just disappointed.

She really wanted to expose this liar who was talking so much, but her parents were right beside her, and exposing him would only make everyone embarrassed.
As the daughter of a congressman, she comes from a wealthy family but she is not completely naive.

The boss noticed Han Zhiqing's ugly expression and thought that what he said was not nice enough, so he blew even harder, blowing the sock into a peerless work of art.

In the quiet exhibition hall, Shen Cheng and Xiao Qingque stuck their heads out and saw a group of people standing in front of the socks.

Xiao Qingque immediately let out an exclamation, because she saw clearly that Han Zhiqing, one of the family of three, was the intern reporter they met in the morning.

It turns out that the second generation of power is playing the trick of visiting incognito.

Xiao Qingque, who had a bit of hatred for the rich and angry, was slightly proud. What's wrong with the second generation? The second generation will also be bullied by us until they break down.

Shen Cheng also noticed Han Zhiqing, but he didn't care about this girl and his attention was all on other people.

Why is Du Haijing not here?
The only one who matched the requirements in terms of gender and age was the congressman's wife, but her appearance was completely different, and she looked weak and frail, without any strength at all.

Could it be that Du Haijing hasn't come yet? Or is she hiding?

Xiao Qingque also noticed something was wrong: "Why is my mother not here?"

Shen Cheng frowned slightly. Pei Mu’s divination should not be wrong. After all, he could even predict his own death.

Maybe there is something I haven't noticed.

Shen Cheng thought about it, summoned the evil ghost mask, and began to use the mask's perception ability.

He originally wanted to use the evil ghost mask to sense the entire exhibition hall to see if Du Haijing was hiding somewhere unknown.

However, when the perception ability spread out, an extremely powerful energy was fed back from the congressman's wife.

Shen Cheng was stunned for a moment, then he understood and a sneer appeared on his face.

The congressman's wife is a hidden master. Although she looks different from Du Haijing, with Pei Mu's divination, the truth is about to be revealed.

"Your mother may be in menopause."

"what does it mean?"

"You can change your face at any time."

Xiao Qingque let out an "Ah!" and then immediately reacted. He looked at the congressman's wife with an extremely surprised look: "Ah?"

Shen Cheng's spying was very secretive, but Xiao Qingque's practice was not up to par, especially when her emotions were fluctuating.

The congressman's wife seemed to sense something and looked over here.

The moment he was discovered, Shen Cheng had already taken the initiative.

Of course he did not attack the congressman's wife, because it was still unclear whether the relationship between the two sides was hostile or friendly.

But the security guards and the bragging company boss were not so lucky.

Shen Cheng's offense and defense can attack three targets at the same time, but it does not mean that he cannot launch it continuously.

With the sound of flapping feet, the surrounding security personnel fell down one by one, without any power to resist.

When Shen Cheng wanted to attack Congressman Han and his daughter, the congressman's wife suddenly stood up and blocked the two attacks for them.

She looked towards where Shen Cheng was, with a gentle expression on her face: "Who is this uninvited guest? Why don't you come out and have a chat instead of hiding?"

Congressman Han quickly pulled his daughter over and hid behind his wife, then he took out his cell phone and prepared to call for help.

He knew that his wife had some special abilities, but the enemy's origins and numbers were unknown, so he had to mobilize the family's power immediately.

Shen Cheng and Xiao Qingque came out from their hiding place and came in front of the family of three.

"Is it you?!"

Han Zhiqing opened her eyes wide and couldn't help but speak.

Shen Cheng and Xiao Qingque are still wearing sunglasses and masks, without revealing their faces, but their outfits are very recognizable.

While quickly sending a text message for help, Congressman Han looked at his daughter in surprise: "Do you know them?"

Han Zhiqing showed an embarrassed expression: "I came here this morning and met them."

She knew that if she came to visit the art exhibition with her parents, the organizers would definitely close the museum to accommodate them.

So she sneaked over in the morning, wanting to visit the art exhibition with ordinary people and feel the lively atmosphere, but she was broken by Shen Cheng.

The congressman's wife stared at the two men, her tone full of doubt: "Do you two have any grudges or conflicts with our family of three?"

She could feel the shorter woman, behind her sunglasses, casting a very clear and hateful look at her.

Shen Cheng was very calm, but Xiao Qingque couldn't stand it anymore.

She took off her mask and sunglasses, threw them to the ground, and glared at the congressman's wife: "Look who I am?"

The eyes of the family of three immediately fell on her face.

Councillor Han and Han Zhiqing's first impression was that she was such a beautiful girl.

Then, both of them were confused because the father and daughter did not know the girl and had never seen her before.

The congressman's wife showed a hint of surprise, then smiled gently and said, "I thought it was someone else, it turns out to be my useless daughter."

As soon as these words came out, Councillor Han and Han Zhiqing beside her turned their heads to look at her in shock.

What, my wife/mom has another daughter?
Xiao Qingque was still a little nervous after revealing her appearance. Although Shen Cheng said that her mother had changed her appearance, it was just a guess and it was not certain whether it was true or not.

It was not until the congressman's wife said this that Xiao Qingque was finally sure that she was his mother.

The vicious woman who killed her father and turned herself into a vampire - Du Haijing.

Xiao Qingque almost became furious at this moment, his eyes turned red and two fangs were exposed outside his lips.

"vampire?"

Councillor Han and Han Zhiqing were shocked again.

The gentle smile on Du Haijing's face still did not disappear: "I thought you would become a useless person staying at home after the blow you suffered."

She was talking to Xiao Qingque, but her attention was all on Shen Cheng, as she had already guessed his identity.

Xiao Qingque roared, "Even if I become a waste, I am still a thousand times better than you, a vicious woman who killed her husband, turned her daughter into a vampire, and shamelessly ran off to marry someone else! Ten thousand times!"

It was the first time that Shen Cheng saw Xiao Qingque's emotions fluctuate so strongly. It seemed that she really hated her mother.

Maybe I didn't hate her so much before, but when I saw Du Haijing become someone else's mother and wife and became so happy, that hatred probably became many times stronger in an instant.

Councillor Han and Han Zhiqing were just shocked today. They turned to look at Du Haijing who did not deny it.

She was the one who did such terrible things as killing her husband and turning her daughter into a vampire.

No, this is impossible!

Congressman Han loves his wife deeply, so he doesn't believe that she would do such a vicious thing.

He was not even willing to ask Du Haijing for confirmation, but stood up and said to Shen Cheng and his daughter in a stern voice: "Nonsense, who are you?"

Xiao Qingque ignored him and continued to stare at Du Haijing, but Du Haijing kept looking at Shen Cheng.

Shen Cheng took off his mask and sunglasses, finally revealing his face.

Looking at this face, Councillor Han's expression changed from anger to horror in just a few tenths of a second.

Star Ranger, Shen Cheng.

He was extremely familiar with this face, not only because of the wanted poster, but also because his father attended the Scarlet Dinner and died at the hands of Shen Cheng.

Seeing the murderer of his father appear before him, Congressman Han had no thoughts of revenge at all. He only felt great fear and subconsciously took a step back. His legs became weak and he did not fall down only with the help of his daughter.

(End of this chapter)