"Qiu Ying?" Gao Jianfei's first reaction upon seeing this name was unfamiliarity! Completely foreign! "Damn, I thought it was Tang Bohu, one of the Four Great Talents of Jiangnan. Looks like I was wrong. And I'm even a bit ignorant. Who is Qiu Ying?"
Gao Jianfei muttered to himself.
At this moment, the AI program's voice sounded. "Dear user, the soul of Ghost Chou Ying, a peak level 2 demon, has emerged. Would you like to immediately begin piecing his soul back together?"
"Okay, piece it together! Piece it together right away!" Now that they were out, although Gao Jianfei had never heard of this historical figure, he was still a peak level 2 ghost. Gao Jianfei was quite satisfied.
A progress bar immediately appeared on the virtual display screen.
"Dear user, you will be able to enter the Ghost Den tomorrow night and meet Qiu Ying in room 2-12," the AI program said.
"Okay. I'll leave the haunted house first. I'll come back tomorrow night." Gao Jianfei smiled, then with a thought, he left the haunted house.
Back in his bedroom, Gao Jianfei didn't take a nap. Instead, he went to his study to go online and search for information about Qiu Ying!
Soon, Gao Jianfei felt ashamed of his ignorance and lack of knowledge...
Qiu Ying was a celebrity! A very famous celebrity!
He was one of the most representative painters of the Ming Dynasty. He is considered one of the Four Masters of the Ming Dynasty, along with Tang Bohu, Wen Zhengming, and Shen Zhou.
Furthermore, among these four painters, Qiu Ying and Tang Bohu's styles are similar!
However, not many of Qiu Ying's works have survived. Gao Jianfei casually glanced at one... a painting of the Red Cliff.
Of course, Gao Jianfei couldn't tell the level of the painting. After all, he was an amateur. However, there was one thing that almost made Gao Jianfei stick his tongue out...
"The painting 'Red Cliff' was sold for 79.52 million RMB at the China Guardian auction on November 7, 2007, setting a world record for the auction price of a Chinese painting at that time, marking the first time that the auction price of a Chinese painting had exceeded 10 million USD."
"Holy crap! A painting sold for a whopping $10 million! That's simply unbelievable!" Gao Jianfei was utterly stunned. He knew nothing about antiques and calligraphy, but he just felt that such a price for a painting was utterly absurd!
"Yes. That's great! Tomorrow night, I can learn Qiu Ying's painting skills!" Gao Jianfei laughed heartily.
Lake City.
The World Gambling Association's high-end business hotel next to its Lake City branch.
Young Master Song Zhui is staying at this hotel. He's been granted special permission by the Song family to remain in Huzhou City and cultivate a relationship with Gao Jianfei. Therefore, he will be staying in Huzhou City for an extended period.
In the living room of Young Master Song's suite.
The situation is a bit complicated...
Ten burly European and American men with cold expressions stood behind the sofa where Song Zhui was sitting. These were all super bodyguards specially arranged by the Song family to protect Song Zhui! They were all outstanding in both martial arts and marksmanship.
Meanwhile, Song Zhui, with his legs crossed, stared intently at a woman in the suite with an extremely ardent gaze.
A young woman. Approximately 21 years old.
She wore a plaid skirt suit, had long, smooth hair, fair skin, and delicate features that exuded a quiet elegance.
However, at this moment, the girl's expression was one of panic and helplessness, and glistening tears streamed from her beautiful eyes. Her long hair was disheveled, obscuring half of her face.
Young Master Song Zhui really liked the girl's pitiful, helpless, forced, unwilling, and resigned expression.
Young Master Song Zhui is going crazy!
He's a very good man. But he also has a problem. A big problem… sex addiction!
Moreover, this isn't just a simple sex addiction. He enjoys women's unwillingness, and out of necessity, he also enjoys other men's girlfriends and wives. Furthermore, he likes to drug them.
These can all be called abnormal.
But Young Master Song Zhui likes it.
The girl sitting opposite him was one of Song Zhui's prey.
While shopping in Zhuihu City, Song saw a young couple being affectionate outside a clothing store, walking towards him.
At that moment, Song Zhui's eyes lit up.
The young couple was stunningly handsome, and the woman was pure and beautiful. They were a perfect match! Their expressions, their every gesture, all conveyed a deep love for each other.
In fact, this is exactly the kind of woman Song Zhui likes! This is the kind of woman who is someone else's girlfriend! He likes to use his methods, power, and money to force other people's girlfriends to submit, while their boyfriends helplessly plead and beg on the sidelines.
This is purely a form of mental perversion.
Later, he had his men "invite" the couple to a coffee shop to negotiate.
It was absolutely not a threat. It was a negotiation.
Song Zhui rarely uses force to get things done. He mainly uses enticement. He uses huge rewards to shatter the seemingly strong loyalty of couples' love!
During the negotiations, Song Zhui's bodyguard told the couple that their young master Song was rich and powerful, and so on. He subtly implied to them: you can't compete with my young master. If you refuse, then the consequences...
This is absolutely not a threat, but merely a subtext.
However, this subtext already has enough deterrent power!
So today, the couple came to Song Zhui's suite.
"Young Master Song, what...what do you mean? What do you want to do?" The man in the couple asked Song Zhui in distress.
The woman was just sobbing quietly to the side.
And the man in this couple was none other than... Tang Wenjun!
At this moment, Tang Wenjun had basically lost his usual refined and cultured demeanor. He became extremely frightened, with a helpless expression in his eyes.
Song Zhui was truly satisfied. Since arriving in Hu City, he had only been dating women whose private lives weren't exactly respectable. He was incredibly bored. He couldn't take it anymore!
Now, having finally found a target, Song Zhui, who was almost driven crazy by his own desire, eagerly brought the couple over.
“Listen, I don’t have much time to waste on you,” Song Zhui said to Tang Wenjun in an absolutely high-profile manner. “I also don’t have time to investigate your background. I just want to sleep with your girlfriend. Of course, I won’t sleep with her for free.”
Although Song Zhui didn't investigate Tang Wenjun's background, given Tang Wenjun's less than 10-yuan Elantra, there was really no need to investigate further.
"How...how could this be!" Tang Wenjun roared in frustration.
"No! Ah Jun, I don't want to! It won't do!" the girl cried pitifully. So pitiful.
Song Zhui really enjoyed it.
"Quiet down, all of you! One million US dollars, one million US dollars for one time! Don't play the noble card with me! There is no absolute loyalty in this world! Everyone has a price! One million US dollars!" Song Zhui's pupils were already bloodshot with excessive excitement! He wanted to watch the seemingly steadfast love between this couple be shattered by money!
At this moment, the paleness and humiliation on Tang Wenjun's face were replaced by excitement... "100...1 million US dollars?"
The girl gradually stopped crying. She stole glances at Song Zhui. The grievance and despair in her eyes quietly disappeared.
"Pfft..." Song Zhui laughed! "This is what you call love? Ha! Yes, 1 million US dollars is equivalent to several million RMB! Do you want it? If you do, it's very simple, I can give you a cash check right now!"
Tang Wenjun fell silent. His eyes held an urgent desire.
The girl fell silent.
“Hmm, not bad. You can treat this all as a business deal.” Song Zhui said cheerfully, taking out a checkbook, casually scribbling a string of numbers, and then tossing the check to Tang Wenjun. “Come pick her up this afternoon. I hope you two can still be lovers in the future, loving each other dearly, hehe!”
After that, Song Zhui picked the girl up by the waist and carried her into his bedroom.
Tang Wenjun held the $1 million check, his hands trembling slightly, and then he quickly left the suite.
After Tang Wenjun left, the foreign bodyguards in the suite burst into laughter. "Fuck! What a pig! A greedy pig!"
After Tang Wenjun left the hotel, all the expressions on his face completely disappeared. In their place, he reverted to his usual polite, refined, and scholarly demeanor.
He took out a cell phone and dialed a number... "Brother Beard, it's all settled. I've had my first contact with Song Zhui. He's even more lecherous than I imagined. And this guy is a pervert. I believe we can subdue him. Of course, I need time, to lure him into our cage little by little."
"Wenjun, I believe you can handle Song Zhui. You're the best man I've ever met!"
Gao Jianfei waited.
Waiting for tomorrow night to arrive.
Waiting for Qiu Ying's soul to be pieced together.
During this waiting period, Gao Jianfei wasn't idle. He went to the flower market to discuss the specifics of the traditional Chinese painting exchange competition with Secretary Meng, the Party Secretary of the Flower Market.
With the strong support of the Huashi government and Ge Chunhou, a leading figure in the art world of G province, the competition was quickly finalized.
It is said that 10 renowned painters from across the country, 40 emerging artists, several senior judges, and professional connoisseurs have all been contacted. Now they are just waiting for the funding to arrive. At that time, the provincial television station and newspaper will also sponsor this competition.
This competition had no sponsors; the only one who funded it was Gao Jianfei.
Secretary Meng summoned Gao Jianfei because he was waiting for the funds to arrive.
The budget for this competition was much less than Gao Jianfei had imagined; at most, it was less than 10 million.
Gao Jianfei readily allocated the funds to the Huashi City "government," thinking, "10 million is nothing more than gambling a couple of rounds of all-in. It's really nothing!"
As Gao Jianfei was Liu Feng's friend, Secretary Meng knew that he had connections with some provincial leaders. Therefore, Secretary Meng simply regarded Gao Jianfei as a spoiled rich kid and did not investigate his background or why he was so wealthy.
Now that the funds are in place, Secretary Meng's only task is to ensure the success of this competition! This will also help promote the flower market!
The match is scheduled for the 4th of next month.
A day and a half later, on the second night, after Gao Jianfei finished showering and lay in bed in his bedroom, he turned on the virtual display screen and scanned...
Qiu Ying's soul has been 100% pieced together!
"Enter the Ghost's Den!" Gao Jianfei was overjoyed. With a thought, he flashed into the Ghost's Den!
Chapter 149 Red Cliffs
Chapter 149 The Map of Red Cliffs
Qiu Ying, a great painter of the Ming Dynasty, who was as famous as Tang Bohu, has had his soul pieced together 100%. He is now housed in rooms 2-12.
Gao Jianfei went straight into the Ghost Den.
Inside the Ghost Den. The sweet and loyal voice of the intelligent program immediately rang out… “Dear user, welcome to your Ghost Den. Qiu Ying’s soul has been pieced together, and now, Ghost Den 2-12 awaits you! This containment has yielded 1000 experience points and 1000 exorcism points. Please continue your efforts and contain more level 2 ghosts into the Ghost Den!”
Gao Jianfei opened the virtual display screen and scanned it...
"The Exorcist: Gao Jianfei"
Age: 22
Level: 2
Exorcism Point: 50/9205
Experience: 9200
Experience required to upgrade to Level 3 Exorcist: 90800
We're still far from leveling up in terms of experience!
Gao Jianfei felt no joy in gaining experience. He glanced at the virtual display screen showing the repair task system; the progress bar was only at "40%." It was very slow.