Become a legend in Hong Kong

"You only have to make a phone call to find out whether they are okay or not. It has your daughters' numbers."

Liao Wenjie took out his cell phone and handed it to Mikael Heinz. The latter stretched out his hand tremblingly, clenched his fist stiffly in the air, and took his hand back, but did not dare to make a call.

He is a storyteller!

For the sake of his daughter's beauty, Liao Wenjie decided to listen. He took out a bottle of red wine from behind his back and said, "Mr. Heinz, would you like a glass of refreshment?"

"Okay, but not this bottle."

Heinz shook his head and announced to the students in the yard that the painting class was over for the day. After everyone left the room, he closed the door and led Liao Wenjie to the second floor.

Seeing Heinz take out a bottle of expensive red wine from the cabinet, Liao Wenjie decisively threw his bottle into the yard. He bought it as a meeting gift from a roadside store, so he didn't take it out to be embarrassing.

"Young man, I don't know your name yet."

"Liao Wenjie, from Hong Kong Island."

Liao Wenjie took the red wine glass, raised it and clinked it with Heinz, then drank it all in one gulp, nodded and commented: "It's a very good sleeping drug. Not only does it perfectly blend into the sourness of red wine, but it's also very powerful. Ordinary people can take a sip." He will fall unconscious."

Heinz's face changed slightly, and he sat on the chair with a wry smile.

"Mr. Heinz, are there any finished products for this drink?"

Liao Wenjie drank two glasses in a row and said with a smile: "If you don't have it, the formula will do. Don't get me wrong, I have no other intention. I just walk around outside all year round and need some self-defense props to deal with bad guys."

"who are you?"

"Liao Wenjie, from Hong Kong Island. If you add another label, I will be your eldest daughter's boyfriend in the future."

"I do not believe!"

"..."

Damn old man, I’m talking to you out of kindness, but who am I looking down on!

Liao Wenjie rolled his eyes and didn't care because he had slept with his daughter. He took out the album of tears from behind his back, picked through it, selected a few with solemn looks and handed it over.

"Maurie!!"

Heinz blurted out that the name of his wife was his wife in the next life. After a long time, he realized that the photo was of his eldest daughter, the next life, Tear, which was somewhat similar.

"This is the photo album Sister Lei gave me. Because it was given to my boyfriend by my girlfriend, it involves my privacy and hers. Some of the photos are not suitable for display, so I won't show them to you."

Liao Wenjie shook the photo album in his hand, raised his eyebrows and said, "How about these two hundred photos, are they enough to prove my identity?"

Heinz: (benefit)

Like most old fathers, Heinz's eyes instantly turned evil when he saw the pig that had eaten his own cabbage.

"Hmph!"

Liao Wenjie snorted and stared back with narrowed eyes.

If it had been any other old father, he might have felt guilty, but Heinz couldn't. He had been away for more than ten to twenty years. The youngest of the three sisters, Ai, had never seen his father since he was born. This kind of man was not qualified to let him Guilty.

Faced with Liao Wenjie's righteous eyes and the undisguised contempt in them, Heinz persisted for a moment and then retreated. He lowered his head to avoid looking at the photos of the next generation of tears.

"Besides Xiao Lei, do you have any photos of Xiao Tong and Xiao Ai?"

"How could there be..."

Liao Wenjie complained, not to mention that he really didn't have it, even if he did, he wouldn't be able to take it out.

"I know, I believe you are Xiaolei's boyfriend, and her smile will not be fake."

Heinz caressed the photo, his happy smile was just like that of his wife in the next life, a smile that could only be shown when facing a lover.

When he thought about the hundreds of similar smiles, he began to feel unhappy again.

"How about it, do you want to make a call?" Liao Wenjie took out his cell phone again.

"No, I can not……"

Heinz shook his head bitterly: "I don't know how you found this place, but please conceal my news and don't tell the three sisters. I don't want to bring danger to them."

"tell me the story."

"Promise me first not to tell them!"

"Don't worry, they don't know about my coming to Africa."

Liao Wenjie shrugged: "I came to you on my own initiative. I planned to give Sister Lei a surprise after I found you, but I never told her."

"You are a good boy, much better than me..."

Heinz was quite moved and said happily: "I finally know the reason for Xiaolei's happy smile. She has a good vision and didn't choose the wrong person."

This is debatable, so don’t rush to a conclusion!

Liao Wenjie was thinking about telling him how many boats he had. Heinz would definitely take out the pistol under the table and fight with him on the spot. Considering that the other party was in poor health, he didn't say anything.

"Stop talking nonsense and tell me the so-called danger quickly."

Liao Wenjie said dissatisfied: "You have been missing for many years. Sister Lei and the others went to Neon to find your whereabouts. They established a 'Maoyan' organization that specializes in stealing art. They battled wits with the police every night and stole the collection that originally belonged to you. I hope to find clues to your disappearance."

"Are they okay?" Heinz asked nervously.

"Fortunately, the neon police are not very smart and thought the cat-eye robbers were three muscular men."

"That's great."

Heinz breathed a sigh of relief and said slowly: "The reason why I am hiding here and there and do not dare to meet Xiaolei and the others is because I am being hunted by an organization called 'Syndicate'..."

"Wait a minute, does the Syndicate have members like Superman and Batman?"

Liao Wenjie interrupted loudly. Thinking that there was no Gotham or Metropolis on the American side, he apologized and asked Heinz to continue.

"Syndicate..."

The age of the establishment of the Syndicate cannot be determined. Its base is in Europe. In its early days, it was a criminal organization that stole famous paintings and art. Because of the sale of stolen goods, it became closer to wealthy collectors and attracted more and more members of the upper class. The form of the organization's existence also gradually changed.

Later, the syndicate became a gathering place for rich people to trade art. Because most of the precious art was treasured in the hands of its own members, the method of obtaining art through theft became a thing of the past.

To put it simply, the syndicate organization makes a lot of money by collecting membership fees and transaction commissions. The backbone of its members is also replaced by upper-class figures in society, and it is successfully laundered.

Although the surface is clean, the gangster gene in the heart cannot be changed. Whenever a member offers a precious piece of art, and it is not in the hands of other members, there will be thieves, killers, and mercenaries of the organization to come forward to either steal or steal it. It's a robbery, to bring the art back.

As a rich second generation who loves art and has a strong talent for painting, Heinz was recruited by the syndicate as a senior member.

At the beginning, Heinz was happy to find similar people. Gradually, he discovered that this group of people loved art works in name, but in fact they were all robbers. He thought of breaking away from the organization and secretly protected some works of art. Captured.

Finally, after secretly hiding art, he was defined as a traitor by the organization and began to flee around the world.

This priceless piece of art is a sculpture of Aphrodite, the Goddess of Love in Greek mythology. It was stolen from the Acropolis of Athens centuries ago, and the Syndicate has caused several bloody turmoils for it.

There are also rumors that the sculpture of Aphrodite has mysterious powers that bring death like a curse, and those who get their hands on it will not have a good end.

In order to protect this sculpture, Heinz hid it under the sea. After his whereabouts were exposed, he fled away from home and has been hiding until now.

"It's just a statue. You have been hiding here and there for so many years. You are such a good father." Liao Wenjie sneered.

"You don't understand. That is the incarnation of Aphrodite, the god of love and beauty. It is the most outstanding and perfect work of art in the world." Heinz's eyes flashed with enthusiasm.

"Wake up!"

Liao Wenjie shook his head and said: "A statue, a large figure, is not the god of love and beauty. You can pay the price for your hobbies, but you should not let your wife and daughter bear the price."

"..."

Heinz hesitated to speak and looked down at the photo of his daughter in tears. He struggled for a while but still looked stubborn.

Maybe he did it wrong, but it was worth it.

"To be honest, I'm beginning to regret coming to you. You are a scumbag who abandoned his wife and daughter!" Liao Wenjie said rudely.

"No, that's not the case. That statue is the God of Love and Beauty herself, a divine object. When you see her, you will understand how amazing her charm is. She is worthy of everyone's efforts..."

"Yes, yes, that is the God of Love himself, but what does this mean? Does the licking dog love the goddess?"

Liao Wenjie dismissed it: "I dare to ask, when the God of Love comes to the world and really appears in front of you, do you still dare to be so enthusiastic? If it is more vulgar, if she lifts the hem of her skirt, do you dare to slap her in front of her?"

"Uh, how can you blaspheme the goddess!"

"Then I just don't dare."

Liao Wenjie shook his head: "In the East, there is a story called 'Ye Gong Hao Luo'. Have you heard of it?"

"The four words you just said are in Chinese, right?"

Heinz frowned and said: "I don't know much about Eastern culture. I only know a little bit, and I can barely communicate with people. But I have heard of a story about Mr. Ye who loves dragons. It is an idiom. Did you pronounce it wrong?"

"Don't pretend to understand even if you only know a little bit. The story you said about Mr. Ye's love for dragons and the story about Mr. Ye's love for women are two different stories. The backgrounds of the times are completely different."

"Yeah?"

"There is an otaku named Ye Gong who likes to watch Loli animations and listen to Loli songs. His house is filled with Loli figurines, as many as two walls. He is proud of his reputation as a Loli control , even the clothes and furniture are customized, I am a super fan!”

Liao Wenjie said with a serious face: "When the lolita learned about this, they organized a group to go to his house to see his figures. Mr. Ye was so scared that he couldn't leave the house. He grabbed the figures and hid under the bed, shivering."

"There seems to be something wrong with your story..."

Heinz frowned, feeling that something was wrong, but he couldn't put his finger on it.

That’s right if you have a problem!

Liao Wenjie rolled his eyes and said that the story was meaningless. He was trying to see if there was something wrong with Heinz's brain. As of now, the illness was not that serious and he could barely be saved.

If it weren't for the three sisters in the next life, he would usually let such people fend for themselves, not even bothering to look at them when he met them while walking.

"By the way, that syndicate organization, can you contact them?"

"What do you want to do?"

Heinz's face changed: "Don't do anything stupid. The members of the organization are all over Europe. They are all rich and noble. The potential energy is beyond your imagination."

"life!"

"What?"

"It has nothing to do with organizations and forces. Life is regardless of high or low. It is the instinct of every life to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages."

Liao Wenjie said expressionlessly: "I believe they are smart people. Smart people are most afraid of death, and smart rich people are even more afraid of death. As long as I reason with them, they will definitely understand that people are only human when they are alive. !”

To be honest, he has always been able to do it.