"Mr. Sruo, is there anything you can do for you?" Lance raised his hand and looked at Rolex. It was not that he showed off anything. It was just four o'clock in the morning. At this time, there were few customers asking for service. After all, even killers needed to sleep.

Si Ruo coughed lightly and looked around first. At this time, the hall was obviously no longer in the hustle and bustle before. I remember a basketball star asked, have you ever seen Los Angeles at 4 a.m.? Now he wants to say that if you don’t know how to work hard as a killer, how can you become bigger, stronger and create more glory?

"That... I want to have a hairstyle. What hairstyles are popular now in the United States? It should be particularly attractive to the opposite sex!"

Lance looked at Siruo strangely, and countless question marks flashed in his heart, but his professional ethics made him still respond politely and elegantly: "Sir, wait."

Lance went back to find a magazine. If Sri hadn't read the cover, it should be a publication similar to the characters of the times. He turned on one of the pages and pointed to a chic young man on it and smiled: "Now he is the most famous prodigal son in the United States. It is said that he changes female companions every day. Of course, it is said that according to our information, he does change frequently, but the frequency is basically two to three weeks."

Siruo blinked, Jon Stark? This is indeed a good reference object. Although his family background is more important to the increase in his attractiveness, to be honest, he is also very handsome.

To put it bluntly, Jon Stark's hairstyle looks a bit like a back, but it is different from the ordinary ones. This hairstyle is very challenging for the face and is not something that ordinary handsome guys can hold. But Siruo is still quite confident in himself, "Just let him!"

"Okay, the barber will come to the door for service soon."

Si Ruo nodded and went back to his room. He agreed to the invitation from Sunshine Housewife 321, and was a little excited. Of course, he would not miss a big deal because of a woman, not to mention that 30% of them might not be a woman. In short, he would accompany Pei Kong and the others to meet the blacksmith first.

Five hours later...

Everyone set off at the same time after breakfast. Although today was a serious matter, since the meeting was at the World Museum of Art in New York, everyone obviously regarded this trip as a continuation of yesterday's trip.

"You... changed your hairstyle today?"

After getting in the car, Chang Wei finally asked what he was holding back. He refused to believe that Si Ruo had a new hairstyle to see his father.

"After all, today is also an important date, so you have to be serious." Si Ruoyi spoke with a righteous look and looked straight.

"But why do I feel full of slutiness from your hairstyle?" Lu Xiaoye saw through someone's essence at a glance.

Si Ruo was still calm and swept away with contempt, "That can only be said that your heart is too dirty!"

"I……"

"You, aren't you beaten enough this morning?" Uncle Max interrupted and directly brought Lu Xiaoye back to reality. "It seems that the training intensity is not enough. He actually still has the energy to meddle in other people's business. The training volume will double tomorrow!"

Lu Xiaoye (fuck) "I'm not a soldier, why do I train so hard?"

Max (╬￣Dian￣)=○#(￣#)3￣) "If you can hide behind every time something happens, I won't teach you!"

In the vehicle behind, Lu Ran saw the beaten brother through the car window, and looked completely ignorant and smiled at Claire next to him, "Have you ever thought about what to do afterwards?"

Claire was very lively and gentle in front of people, and was a little confused when facing the inquiry. "Pei family canceled my death identity and can continue to study now. But I don't know what the problem with this ability is. My skin is getting whiter and whiter. I'm afraid that many people will be scared in the future. And Lu Xiaoye said that I can't be too far away from him, but he seems to be going back to China!"

When Lu Ran heard this, she glanced at the car in front of her. She knew her younger brother so well. Regarding the question of whether she could stay away, this guy was probably lying. In other words, Claire can not only stay away but also be used by others. However, as an older sister, it is really hard to expose it. She can only sigh that this younger brother has too strong control.

He reached out to Claire's shoulder and said, "Don't worry, after we return to China, I will help you apply for a quota for studying abroad, and then let Lu Xiaoye rent a house next to the school. In addition, I guess Uncle Max will follow you, and you also need to buy a house."

Claire nodded but then worried, "I heard that the nationality of China is difficult to obtain."

"It's okay, I know someone from the Special Measures Bureau. If it's just a nationality, it's not a big problem." Lu Ran smiled.

Jiang Mi next to her was a little envious. If she had a choice, she wouldn't want to study abroad.

Destruction Seed: Something is wrong.

Jiang Mi: What?

The seed of destruction: If something is wrong, he exudes a scent of a man's special period!

Jiang Mi:???

The Art Museum is actually not far from Sky Hotel, and it is only about ten minutes' drive away. Chang Wei was giving an explanation when he got off the bus.

"You must admit that genius learns everything quickly. Master Xiwen became a painter of world civilization shortly after giving up kendo. This exhibition was also invited by the director of the Art Museum."

"You seem to know Master Xi Wen very well?"

Chang Wei was proud, "Of course, my father's dream is to build a sword that is famous for all ages! So he respects Master Xi Wen very much, and often says that any skill that reaches the extreme is art!"

Si Ruo nodded in agreement, then asked with a strange look: "Then there is no particular way to make a sword by your father, right?"

"What are you referring to?"

"I heard that some blacksmiths in ancient island countries would make two swords when they were making swords, one for the sword seekers, and the other for the gods."

"Oh? It's still possible!" Chang Wei was shocked.

Siruo is not nonsense, it was what he saw when he read the comic. The comic was called Jianxin, which was about the craftsman who created a samurai sword for the protagonist. The protagonist later broke his sword, so he went to find the craftsman to ask for another knife.

At that time, Siruo laughed. Although the craftsman said it was very sacred, what customs and respect for God, it was essentially to use the money and materials provided by others to make two knives, and give it to the employer at the next level, leaving it with the good ones. No matter whether you are used to respect God or whatever, this is a tyrant businessman!

"It is not done by God that forge swords and swords. Why should we respect God? Besides, even if we ask God for blessing, we should burn incense or offer some fruits and vegetables. If you use a knife to respect God, how good is the divine teeth to bite it?"

Chang Wei stroked his chin and obviously entered a strange logical cycle. Si Ruo was so funny that he didn't interrupt and followed him into the museum.

This art exhibition is not simple. You must pass an invitation letter to be qualified to enter and you will not sell tickets at all.

So those who enter and exit are all suits, ties, and gorgeous dresses, which makes them a little out of place.

"Why didn't you say you had to wear formal clothes when you came to the art exhibition?" Lu Xiaoye was a little embarrassed.

Chang Wei glanced at those people, and could clearly see the contempt and disdain, and he was too lazy to pay attention to it. "No need to worry about them, they are all a group of capitalists who have nothing but money. They don't understand art at all, they just show off!"

"But we don't understand art either!" Lu Xiaoye was very straightforward.

Chang Wei's eyes lit up, as if he was waiting for this sentence, and looked up proudly, "This is wrong. In China, the props I have in hand can be fake and real. Even if they are sold as fakes, they will be sold at least tens of thousands, which is the artistic content!"

Lu Dongye opened his mouth and was stunned. Claire took the knife next to him, "My father collected a lot of weapons on the farm in Tennessee, including swords and guns. It is said that many of them are antiques, and there are genuine products used by great men from various countries!"

Max nodded for granted, "A man, he always likes to collect some collections."

Lu Xiaoye pursed his lips and looked at Pei Kong, who sighed, "My family has various models since the birth of the game console. This is my mother's hobby, and I plan to continue it."

"You're not artistic at all!"

"Games have the title of ninth art. A good game has devoted many people's efforts. Why isn't it considered art?"

Lu Xiaoye twitched his lips and looked at Si Ruo, don’t say what kind of artist you are!

Si Ruo was stunned for a moment and thought, "I have a complete set of Water Margin Cards in my family. This artistic content is high enough!"

Lu Xiaoye retreated!

Just as everyone was stabbing, Max came to Siruo with a smile, "Someone followed."

Siruo paused for a moment and continued to tease Lu Ono quietly. He couldn't get in without an invitation letter at this art exhibition, but Max still kept reminding him quietly, which only means that the other party has come in, which is worth thinking about, and at least it also means that the person who follows or who has an identity behind this person.

"You are here, let's take a look first, and I'll introduce you to you later."

A middle-aged man came towards me. His voice was a bit dull, but his smile was very kind, and his instant noodles were similar to Bu Jingyun's, which was really artistic.

Chang Wei hugged Siruo and went over, "Dad, this is the guy I told you that talented guy, you have to give me a face from now on!"

"Get out! Which one of my father's works doesn't have a face?" Chang Chuang looked at Si Ruo, glanced at his hands again, a little surprised, "What a powerful pair of hands, no wonder my son is so unreliable and convinced you!"

Si Ruo was really shocked. Just a glance at his hand, you can tell that he is powerful. This blacksmith has something to do!

As Xi Wen's friend, Chang Chuang obviously had to help greet guests, which was a bit like a ceremonial scent, but seeing that he communicated with those guests with elegant communication and was full of the unrestrained artists, those who didn't know thought he was Xi Wen.

Siro and Max pretended to visit each other, looking around, "This painting is really good, much better than my graffiti... Are you still following?"

Max kept smiling, "It's still there, three directions left and right."
Chapter completed!