Lin Li had already made N number of calls, but the phone was always in active conversation, and he couldn't even jump in line, so he finally gave up.

He was sure that the boy would not die.

Hua Heng also called several times and encountered the same situation as Lin Li. He quietly gave up and went to deal with things. Being at the helm of such a large company is very busy.

After the phone ran out of power, Luxun directly chose to shut it down and quickly charged it in less than two minutes.

Zhou Xing faced him, "Mr. Shen called you. If you can't get through, call me directly. He asked me to tell you that the company will support you unconditionally. In the next year, no matter what movies you are afraid of, the company will invest in it." Even if the company doesn't invest, Mr. Shen will pay for it out of his own pocket."

Lu Xun was a little helpless, but also a little touched. What was helpless was that everyone felt that he would lose, but what was touched was that everyone supported him and helped him.

In fact, Li Quan'an is not a "bad" person. He took the initiative to give money. What a good person he is.

After a year, they will understand that he is a "good guy" -

On the other side, Yao Qingtian, the president of the Painting and Calligraphy Association, was admiring the paintings. The call came in. The number was very special. When he saw this kind of number, Yao Qingtian became nervous and immediately answered the phone.

"Hello, who is this?"

"Is this President Yao? I am Leif, the secretary of General Lin Wei of Zhongzhou."

As soon as the name Lin Wei came out, Yao Qingtian couldn't help but gasp. He was the second-in-command in Zhongzhou and had overwhelming power.

"Hello, Secretary Lei, what can I do for you?" Yao Qingtian was unsure about what the other party would do to him.

"That's it. I heard that there is a painter named Mo Zhe in your southern region, right?"

"There is such a one."

"Can you give me an introduction?"

This made Yao Qingtian very embarrassed. As the president of the Southern Region Calligraphy and Painting Association, he said he didn't know the other party's information, not knowing whether they would believe it.

Anyway, he didn't believe it. But, it was the fact.

"Secretary Lei, I'm really sorry. The association has never met the other party. We don't know the contact information of Mo Zhe."

The person on the other side was silent for two seconds, obviously a little speechless, but also a little unsuspecting. Leif did not embarrass him, "Then where did the painting "Kunpeng Spreading Wings" come from?"

After being reminded by him, Yao Qingtian immediately said: "That painting was sent to the exhibition by Mr. Wang, the chairman of the Calligraphy Association. Perhaps he may know the contact information of the calligrapher."

"OK, thanks."

"I'm really sorry that I couldn't help you."

"I should be the one to say sorry for disturbing you."

After the other party hung up the phone, Yao Qingtian breathed a sigh of relief. The next second, the phone rang again. This time the number was from the East Region, and it was also a special number.

Yao Qingtian answered anxiously again, "Hello, who are you?"

"Hello, President Yao. I am Yu Fei, the secretary of Congressman Chiang Kai-shek from the Eastern Region."

Yao Qingtian's reputation as a member of the Eastern Region Chiang Kai-shek is as strong as thunder.

"can I help you?"

Yu Fei smiled and said: "Is there a painter named Mo Zhe in the southern region?"

After hearing 'Mo Zhe', Yao Qingtian understood and quickly replied: "If you want to contact Mo Zhe, I can't help you. There is no contact information for him in the association, but there is a person There may be his contact information."

"Who is it?"

"Old Wang, the chairman of the Calligraphy Association."

"Thank you. Sorry for bothering you."

After Yao Qingtian came back from the bathroom, another call came, again about the same thing. This kind of call came every once in a while.

He could only repeat the same words again and again.

What on earth did this ‘Mo’er’ do and how did he attract the attention of so many big shots?

The phone calls continued until late at night before stopping.

Yao Qingtian sighed and glanced at the contact device. There should be no more calls.

He was lying on the bed and had just fallen asleep when he was woken up again.

"I go!"

He was in pain, and Mr. Wang, who had been diverted by him, was even more in pain. He kept repeating the same words.

Because Lu Xun had promised to keep it a secret for him, he naturally would not tell it. He just told those people in a perfunctory manner that he would ask his old friends and would give them an answer tomorrow.

There were too many big shots, and he couldn't handle them.

Wang Shanren dialed Lu Xun's number, but because the phone was turned off, Lu Xun didn't receive the call. It wasn't until Lu Xun went to the hotel and turned on the phone that he contacted her.

"Old Wang."

"Xiao Lu, many people asked me about the 'Mo Zhe' today. Don't worry, I didn't tell you your identity." Mr. Wang said solemnly.

"Of course I believe you." Lu Xun knew that Mr. Wang couldn't handle this, so he just let it take its course.

"I'll give you a contact number and you ask them to call this number."

"Okay." Wang Shanren breathed a sigh of relief.

He really couldn't stand it anymore.

The identities of the visitors are all too high.

The next day, Lu Xun went directly to Dezhou Blue Elephant University of Science and Technology to give a lecture. All walks of life were informed of Lu Xun’s arrival in advance. In order to prevent chaos, the traffic police, police department, school security and other parties worked together to ensure that the lecture could be held

Held successfully.

Just as they expected, the media and fans present today immediately surrounded the school gate.

On the second day after the Golden Bird Awards, with the title of 'Best Director' and the double buzz of a one-year appointment, reporters would be damned if they could let him go.

To everyone's surprise, Lu Xun drove directly into the restricted air zone, and the reporters could only watch helplessly.

After returning to the Southern Territory from Texas, the first time Lu Xuan went home, he turned on the small cell phone.

This opening is incredible, countless information jumps in, and it is directly confusing.

Before he could click on the message to check, a call came in from another star field.

"Hello."

"Is this Mr. Mo Zhe?" Leif asked politely.

"Yes."

Leif breathed a sigh of relief. This mysterious painter was really elusive and hard to find.

"I am General Lin Wei's secretary, Leif. Our general likes your paintings very much. I wonder if you still have paintings in your hands. General Lin wants to collect one." Leif's attitude was sincere.

When the other party mentioned 'Lin Wei', all the information about him immediately popped into Lu Xun's mind. When he was doing the symphony before, he had seen the deeds of General Lin Wei.

This general has made great achievements in battle and has been fighting outside the territory for more than seventy years. It can be said that he has spent most of his life in battle. He has dedicated half of his life to Blue Star and all the people of Blue Star.

In five years, he was poisoned by a foreign race and managed to save his life, but his body was no longer able to fight, so he could only retreat to the second line and sit in the rear.

"I don't have any paintings at the moment, so I can paint one for General Lin."

Leif smiled and said: "I wonder how much I need to pay for this painting?"

Lu Xun thought for a while, "One hundred."
Chapter completed!