Zhan Lianshi took it, opened it, and took out the thick information inside.

Fu Cheng said: "These are the information of people who bought the paintings of Miss Lin's mother, and the pen name of Miss Lin's mother was 'Zhuang' when she was studying painting."

"I asked people to investigate the information of these people in detail to see who has a close relationship with Miss Lin's mother, and I found one person among them."

"Haimanzhi."

Zhan Lianshi looked at the information in his hand. The first page of the information was Hai Manzhi.

His eyes fell on a two-inch photo in the file. A middle-aged woman with a very good complexion, especially her eyes, which were full of elegance, intelligence, and charm accumulated over time.

This woman is not young.

At least, he looks much bigger than in the photo.

Zhan Lianshi turned his eyes and landed on the detailed introduction next to him.

Fu Cheng said: "Hai Manzhi is the founder of the well-known domestic enterprise Fuanya Home Furnishing. She came from a poor family in her early years and worked hard by herself to create the Fuanya brand until she retired due to illness ten years ago."

"She never married or had any children in her life, and her character was always calm and indifferent."

"And she met Miss Lin's mother by chance."

"She likes art exhibitions, music, and listening to operas. When Miss Lin's mother first learned to paint, she often went out to draw sketches for others."

"Once, when she went out to see the market, she saw Miss Lin's mother who was drawing sketches for people, and she was attracted to her."

"Subsequently, she asked Miss Lin's mother to draw a sketch for her. The two have known each other since then and have kept in touch for a long time."

"It can be said that many of Miss Lin's mother's paintings are in her hands."

"And she seems to treat Miss Lin's mother as a daughter."

Fu Cheng's voice was slow and unhurried as he told those old stories, and many things came to light.

Those were the people of that era, the stories of that era, and the memories of that era.

Zhan Lianshi looked at the contents of the information and said nothing.

His gaze is deep and distant.

He walked into that era, and along with these materials, he witnessed the faded past.

"When Miss Lin's mother was nineteen and twenty, the two of them had frequent contact, but when she was twenty-one, they had very little contact."

"Until Miss Lin's mother disappeared, the relationship between the two seemed to have faded away and there was no trace."

"I asked people to investigate Hai Manzhi's whereabouts and actions starting when Miss Lin's mother was 21 years old, and it has continued in the past few decades."

"But the strange thing is that since Miss Lin's mother disappeared, Hai Manzhi and Miss Lin's mother no longer seem to have any connection."

"The two of them don't seem to have any relationship."

"If it weren't for the fact that most of the paintings of Miss Lin's mother were in the hands of Hai Manzhi, it would be difficult for people to believe that they knew each other and had a good relationship."

Fu Cheng said, looking at Zhan Lian's face.

Zhan Lianshi kept looking at the information, turning page after page as he drew.

There's nothing strange about him.

Fu Cheng paused for a while and continued: "Over the past twenty years, Fu Anya Home Furnishing has continued to grow. Until it went abroad, Hai Manzhi's figure has rarely appeared in the public eye as always."

"And when she was diagnosed with breast cancer ten years ago, she quit her job and went abroad for treatment."

"There is even less news about her later."

"However, our investigation found that she has been living in Milan for the past ten years."

"and."
Chapter completed!