Yang Jian carried the ghost painting covered with white cloth downstairs.
He is actually taking a certain risk by holding this thing in his hand. After all, it is a real supernatural thing. To a certain extent, it is not much different from a real ghost painting. In the previous starving ghost incident in Dachang City,
It's a fourth-stage ghost.
However, the curse of the music box is still there, and with the experience from the last time, Yang Jian can be considered a bold artist.
I grabbed the old carved wooden frame with my gloved hands and still felt the rough and cold feeling coming from it.
The ghost eyes fell silent at this moment, and Yang Jian's ghost realm was completely suppressed.
There is no possibility that it can still be used.
He could only carry the painting away on foot, heading to He Tianxiong's villa No. 8 on the outskirts of the city.
That villa is very special. He Tianxiong spent a lot of money to build it. The walls and floors are covered with gold foil. There is also a separate small safe house inside. If you use it to place this painting for a short period of time, you don't have to worry about the ghost painting damaging it.
What impact does it have outside?
soon.
Yang Jian left the community, but when he reached the intersection, he stopped, with a look of hesitation on his face.
When I came here, I used the ghost realm to appear here directly, but now I have to leave...it's a bit inconvenient.
He needs a car.
It would be a waste of time to walk. If you take a taxi, you probably won't be able to fit such a big painting.
If Yang Jian had called the headquarters before, there would have been a special car to pick him up, but now he has fallen out with the headquarters, which is almost equivalent to resigning. Of course, the headquarters will definitely agree to his request if he calls him now, but this action of his
But I don’t want others to know too much, and I don’t want to lose face because of this little thing.
"There's nothing that money can't solve. If there is, then it's not enough money." Yang Jian took a fancy to a small truck parked on the opposite road.
The truck driver was smoking on the cab while workers were unloading the goods behind.
Yang Jian was about to walk over and pay the driver for a ride.
But when he just took action, a man in a suit hurried over to him from a building across the road, sweating profusely.
While running, he shouted: "Yang Jian, Mr. Yang, please wait a moment."
This man in a suit was running across the road, seemingly desperate for his life. If a passing car hadn't turned the steering wheel and stepped on the brakes in time, he would have been hit and killed by now.
"A stranger? He knows me and came here for me." Yang Jian's expression changed and he just stood there and looked at the stranger.
"It's not a good thing. You're willing to risk your life just to see me. You're most likely asking me to do something."
He immediately had such an inference in his mind.
Yang Jian is self-aware. He is not a big star, nor is he a famous wealthy businessman. Who would rush towards him desperately when he sees him?
This man in a suit was very excited and enthusiastic. When facing Yang Jian, he was very respectful, even to the point of being a little humble.
"I don't know you, and I'm very busy and in a bad mood right now. If you come to see me, it's best to stay away from me." Yang Jian stared at him, his attitude was cold and even very bad.
But the man in a suit was not angry at all, and still said respectfully: "Mr. Yang, please don't misunderstand me. I'm not here to disturb Mr. Yang, but to help Mr. Yang. I saw Mr. Yang waiting on the roadside just now. It should be
A vehicle is needed to transport something dangerous."
"If Mr. Yang doesn't mind this trivial matter, please leave it to me."
Yang Jian did not refuse, but still had a bad attitude; "If you want to flatter me, then drive over quickly."
It wasn't even a favor to him, he just didn't want to waste time.
"Okay, please wait a moment, Mr. Yang." The man in the suit was still not angry, but very excited. He immediately picked up the phone and started making calls.
Soon, a small luxury car drove out of an underground garage opposite, crossed the road, and parked directly in front of Yang Jian regardless of whether it was illegal or not.
"Have you been targeting me for a long time?" Yang Jian took a look.
"Mr. Yang, please get in the car." The man in the suit said with a flattering smile.
Yang Jian did not refuse, and got into the car directly with the ghost painting: "In exchange, during this period of time on the road, you will tell me your purpose of looking for me. No matter what the result is, you only have this time."
After speaking, he reported an address.
"Mr. Yang is very straightforward. It is indeed a great honor to deal with someone like Mr. Yang."
In the car, there was already a man in his early thirties, also wearing a suit, waiting. He was friendly and respectful, with a smile on his face.
"I, Wang Ye, will be responsible for receiving Mr. Yang for the time being. I hope Mr. Yang will not mind the shabby interior of the car."
In addition to this person named Wang Ye, there were two beauties accompanying him in the RV, one was mature and sexy, the other was young and cute. When these two women saw Yang Jian, they also said hello politely. It seemed that
They are specially trained female public relations, also known as social butterflies.
After Yang Jian sat down, he placed the ghost painting next to him, and the two beauties naturally leaned over.
"Do you think people like us are still interested in women? Don't use these methods. If you have any questions, just say it straight to the point. Of course, it doesn't matter if you want to waste time. I will get off the car when we get to the place. The loss is
you."
He glanced at the two women without paying attention, but looked at the person in front of him with a bit of warning.
The man named Wang Ye smiled and said: 'Mr. Yang, please don't get me wrong. They are just responsible for making this trip less boring. After all, people like Mr. Yang still have to pay great attention to hospitality.'
Yang Jian just looked at him calmly with his cell phone: "The car will follow this navigation route."
"Of course there is no problem with this. Mr. Yang trusts us. Of course we are very happy to be Mr. Yang's driver. This is the shortest driving route, and the previous route was also like this." Wang Ye nodded.
"I haven't finished speaking yet. If you go to the wrong intersection, I'll beat you to death." Yang Jian stared at him coldly.
The smile on Wang Ye's face froze slightly. He did have the idea of letting the car take a detour before, but when he said this, this small idea was immediately put to death.
The conversation was shortened.
Wang Ye's expression changed, and he immediately said: "It's normal for Mr. Yang to be wary of us. After all, we are strangers meeting for the first time. In fact, I am also a team leader at the headquarters, but not from Asia.
, The reason for rashly contacting Mr. Yang today is actually because of Mr. Yang’s recent experiences. I heard that Mr. Yang has had a lot of conflicts with his circle of friends recently.”
"Ghost Controller Headquarters in other areas?" Yang Jian's expression changed.
He knew that many countries in the world have established this department. Big City J is actually the Asian headquarters, as well as the American headquarters and the European headquarters. But apart from some communication and sharing of information, they are actually responsible for their own affairs.
"The circle of friends is gone, and your news is out of date." Yang Jian said coldly: "So your purpose is to make me change jobs?"
Wang Ye quickly shook his head and said, "No, no, no, it's not about changing jobs, it's about establishing some cooperative relationships with Mr. Yang."
"They all mean the same thing."
Yang Jian said, "But your sense of smell is still very keen. You have been trying to keep an eye on me for more than a day."
"Talents like Mr. Yang really need to be taken very seriously, and it's not easy to meet Mr. Yang, so I was a little abrupt today." Wang Ye said.
Yang Jian said; "I am also not interested in your cooperation. You can find someone else. Today's conversation ends here."
He interrupted the conversation, not wanting to talk to Wang Ye about cooperation.
Not to mention that he is now suffering from the curse of the music box. Even without him, he would not bother to deal with these forces. A headquarters here gives him a headache. The other forces will probably be even worse. If he survives this time, he will
Building a force is the first choice.
Joining other forces will always be a wage earner.
"I can understand that Mr. Yang is not interested in cooperation, but there are some things that Mr. Yang doesn't know if he is interested in knowing."
Wang Ye said and pointed to the painting: "I have a piece of information about the ghost painting incident in my hand. It comes from Europe. It is top-secret information that has not been shared publicly."
"Ghost painting files?" Yang Jian's expression changed.
He had suspected it before. The ghost painting incident first occurred in Europe, and many people died. However, in the end, the ghost painting incident was temporarily dealt with after losing a team of top ghost masters.
Although the ghost paintings were not completely imprisoned, the influence of the ghost paintings was temporarily eliminated.
To be able to do this, you must have mastered some secrets of ghost paintings. The archives shared by the headquarters are just ordinary things that you can just take a look at and have no reference value at all.
"What are the conditions?" Yang Jian asked calmly.
Wang Ye said: "How about a level A supernatural event? Of course, we can also increase the chips, gold, assets, or beauties, we can give them to you."
Yang Jian shook his head and smiled; "You are too self-righteous. One piece of file information is worth one supernatural event? Do you think I am young and easy to deceive, or do you think there is something wrong with my head? In the past few days, the headquarters has been working on solving the ghost painting incident, and
There is a high probability that it can be solved smoothly. Once solved, the information in your hand will be worthless."
"And you might also have the idea of selling the goods to two companies, one to me and one to Cao Yanhua, and both sides will profit. As for gold, assets, and beauties, do you think they are of great value? Level A supernatural events
, if you can't do it well, you can destroy a city. How much is a city worth? Not to mention how much impact this kind of supernatural event will have on a country if it exists for a long time."
"I thought you were a smart person who could say something useful, but I didn't expect you were also a fool."
He felt funny at the moment.
Are the people from these forces all thinking that they are very smart, or do they really treat the ghost controllers as mentally retarded, thinking that they can make the ghost controllers obedient by giving them a small profit.
However, Yang Jian's heart is more inclined to think that this is a problem where the concept has not changed.
Those in power still use the old method to deal with ghost masters, but they don't realize that that method is already outdated.
Wang Ye looked a little embarrassed and continued, "Mr. Yang is right, but we can try to bargain."
"No need, you have a brain problem. I don't want to do transactions with people who have a brain problem. Information is not important to me. You can go and trade with people who are interested." Yang Jian said simply.
With the curse of the music box and the strange hatchet, he has the ability to resist S-level supernatural events to a certain extent.
Intelligence is really not that important.
Wang Ye wanted to say something else, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he was blocked by Yang Jian.
"You can shut up. If you say one more word, I will kill you right now." Yang Jian's eyes darkened, and the ghost figure behind him stood up strangely like a living person.
The light inside the car was dim and the atmosphere was cold.
Wang Ye trembled all over, with a look of horror on his face, and he suddenly did not dare to speak anymore.
He had no doubt that he would die suddenly and mysteriously in the carriage as soon as he opened his mouth.
The Yang Jian in front of him was more dangerous than imagined.
Next.
The car seemed very quiet, and the atmosphere was even a little depressing.
Under Yang Jian's threat, Wang Ye did not dare to speak. Even the bodies of the two beauties who approached him were in a tense state. Even their smiles were forced out, and the panic in their eyes could not be concealed.
.
After all, there is a ghost standing in front of them now.
A black shadow without a head.
The vehicle drove at a constant speed on the road. The route was given according to Yang Jian's navigation, and it soon stopped in front of a villa community in the suburbs.
"You guys know each other."
Yang Jian opened the car door directly and walked out of the car with Gui Hua. At the same time, the humanoid shadow that stood up gradually retracted under his feet and turned into a dense black shadow.
"Mr. Yang, as an apology, this file is given away for free. I hope it can resolve this misunderstanding." Wang Ye gritted his teeth and ran down with a file, handing it over in fear.
"I didn't give it before, but now I give it for free?"
Yang Jian put down the ghost painting in his hand, took the file, and without even looking at it, he sneered and took out his lighter and burned it.
"Can you trust free stuff? Just be careful on your way back."
After saying that, he picked up the ghost painting and left without looking back.
Wang Ye saw the paper ashes on the ground and only dared to raise his head after seeing Yang Jian walk away. He couldn't help wiping the cold sweat on his forehead.
Not daring to stay here any longer, he hurried back to the car.
"Team leader, the minister did not agree to the gift of the files." A young man in a suit said in the passenger seat of the car.
Wang Ye sat on his seat and closed his eyes to calm down: "Yang Jian has the potential to become 'Jade', but their headquarters does not pay attention to it. The file I just presented is just a copy. There are some errors, but he
He didn’t accept it, and he didn’t even look at it. This kind of caution is worthy of a man who solved an S-level supernatural incident.”
"I underestimated him, so I paid the price for my rashness this time. I just hope this matter will not affect the headquarters."
"Team leader, what do you mean..." However, the question was not finished yet.
Suddenly, two strange, cold and blue palms appeared on Wang Ye's neck. These palms were wrapped around his body like a vicious curse that could not be dispelled.
The next moment, he twisted his neck and fell directly into the carriage. His eyes opened and he lost all breath.