Yang Jian carried the ghost covered by white cloth and drew downstairs.

He actually took a certain risk when holding this thing in his hand. After all, this is a real supernatural thing. To some extent, it is not much different from a real ghost painting. In the previous incident of starving ghosts in Dachang City, it was a four-stage ghost.

However, the curse of the music box is still there, and with the experience of the last time, Yang Jian is also a master of art and bold.

His hands in gloves still felt the roughness and coldness coming from the old carved wooden frame.

The ghost eyes were silent at this moment, and Yang Jian’s ghost domain was completely suppressed.

There is no possibility that it can still be used.

He could only walk away with the painting and head to the No. 8 Villa He Tianxiong on the outskirts of the city.

The villa was very special. He Tianxiong spent a lot of money to build. There were gold foil on the walls and floors, and there was a separate small safe house inside. If you were to use this painting to place it in a short period of time, you don’t have to worry about the impact of the ghost painting on the outside.

soon.

Yang Jian left the community, but he stopped at the intersection, with a hint of hesitation on his face.

When I came, I used the ghost domain to appear here directly, but now I have to leave... it's a bit inconvenient.

He needs a car.

It's a waste of time to walk. If you take a taxi, you probably can't put down such a large painting.

If Yang Jian had called him and had a special car to pick him up and drop him off, but now he had a quarrel with the headquarters, which was almost equivalent to resigning. Of course, when he called him to the headquarters, he would definitely agree to his request, but he didn't want others to know too much about his actions, nor did he want to even save face because of this matter.

"There is nothing that money cannot solve. If there is, it means there is not enough money." Yang Jian took a fancy to a small truck parked on the opposite road.

The truck driver was smoking in the cab, and there were workers unloading the goods behind him.

Yang Jian was about to walk over and spend money to let the driver go.

However, when he was just taking action, a man in a suit ran over here in a building on the opposite road, sweating profusely.

While running, he shouted: "Yang Jian, Mr. Yang, please wait a moment."

The man in the suit rushed across the road, and seemed to have no life. If a passing car had not turned on the steering wheel and stepped on the brakes in time, he would have been hit and killed by now.

"A stranger? He knew me and came for me." Yang Jian's expression moved, just standing there and looking at the stranger.

"It's not a good thing. To see me, I'm most likely asking me to do something."

This inference was immediately made in his mind.

Yang Jian is self-aware. He is not a big star or a famous wealthy businessman. Who would see him rushing over for fear of his life?

"Mr. Yang, it's so great. I finally have the honor to see you. Hello, hello..."

The man in a suit was very excited and enthusiastic. He was very respectful when facing Yang Jian, and even respectful to a little humble.

"I don't know you, and I'm very busy now and in a bad mood. If you are coming to see me, it's better to stay away from me." Yang Jian stared at him, his attitude was cold and even very bad.

But the man in the suit was not angry at all and still said respectfully: "Mr. Yang, please don't get me wrong. I am not here to disturb Mr. Yang, but to help Mr. Yang. I just saw Mr. Yang waiting on the roadside, and I should need a vehicle to transport some dangerous things."

"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; "Since you want to flatter, hurry up and drive the car."

It's not even a helping hand to him, he just doesn't want to waste his time.

"Okay, please wait for Mr. Yang." The man in the suit was still not angry, but was very excited. He immediately picked up the phone and started dialing.

Soon, a small luxury RV drove out from an underground garage opposite, and then crossed the road. Regardless of whether it was illegal or not, it stopped directly in front of Yang Jian.

"You have long been eyeing me?" Yang Jian glanced at me.

"Mr. Yang, please get in the car." The man in the suit said with a flattering smile.

Yang Jian did not refuse, and directly got on the car with the ghost painting: "In exchange, during this period of time on the road, I would like to tell you the purpose of finding me. No matter what the result is, you only have this time."

After saying that, he reported an address.

"Mr. Yang is very straightforward. It is indeed a great honor to be able to deal with people like Mr. Yang."

In the car, a man in his early thirties, who was also wearing a suit, was waiting. He was friendly and respectful and said with a smile on his face.

"I am Xia Wangye, I am temporarily responsible for receiving Mr. Yang. I hope Mr. Yang will not mind the simplicity of the car."

In addition to this man named Wang Ye, there are two beauties accompanying him in the RV, one is mature and sexy, and the other is young and cute. The two women also asked politely when they saw Yang Jian. It seems that they are specially trained female public relations, and can also be called socialites.

After Yang Jian sat down, he stood the ghost painting next to him, and the two beauties naturally posted it 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 bus after I get to the place, and you will lose it."

He looked at the two women without caring at first sight, but instead looked at the person in front of him with a little warning.

The man named Wang Ye smiled and said, "Mr. Yang, please don't get me wrong. They are just responsible for making this itinerary less boring. After all, people like Mr. Yang should pay great attention to entertainment."

Yang Jian just calmly took his cell phone and looked at him: "Car follows this navigation route."

"Of course there is no problem with this. Mr. Yang is willing to believe us. Of course, we are very happy to be Mr. Yang's driver. This is the shortest driving route, and the previous route was the same." Wang Ye nodded.

"I haven't finished speaking yet, I'll beat you to death by taking the wrong intersection." Yang Jian stared at him coldly.

The smile on Wang Ye's face froze slightly. He did have the idea of ​​letting the car detour before, but after saying this, the little thought was immediately extinguished.

The conversation time has been shortened.

Wang Ye looked moved and immediately spoke: "It is normal for Mr. Yang to be wary of us. After all, we are the strangers we met for the first time. In fact, I am also a team leader of the headquarters, but I am not from Asia. Today, I am rashly contacting Mr. Yang is actually because of Mr. Yang’s recent encounter. I heard that Mr. Yang has a big conflict with his friends circle recently."

"The Ghost Controller Headquarters in other areas?" Yang Jian's expression moved.

He knew that many countries in the world had established this department. Daj City is actually the headquarters of Asia, the headquarters of the United States and the headquarters of Europe. However, in addition to some information communication and sharing, they are actually in charge of 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 relationship with Mr. Yang."

"It's all the same."

Yang Jian said, "But your sense of smell is still very keen. I have been targeting me for more than a day."

"Talents like Mr. Yang do need to be taken seriously, and it is not easy to meet Mr. Yang, so today I was a little abrupt." Wang Ye said.

Yang Jian said, "I am not interested in your cooperation either. Please find someone else. That's all today's conversation."

He interrupted the topic and didn't want to talk about cooperation with Wang Ye.

Not to mention that he has suffered the curse of the music box now, even without him, he is too lazy to deal with these forces. One of the headquarters here makes him feel a headache, and other forces are probably worse. If he survives this time, he will be the first choice.

Joining other forces is always a worker.

"I can understand that Mr. Yang is not interested in cooperation, but Mr. Yang doesn't know if he is interested in some things."

Wang Ye said and pointed to the painting: "I have a piece of information about the ghost painting incident in my hand, which comes from Europe, and is a top-secret information that has not been shared publicly."

"The Ghost Painting Archive?" Yang Jian's expression moved.

He had suspected before that the ghost painting incident first occurred in Europe, and many people died, but in the end, the ghost painting incident was temporarily handled after a team of top ghost drivers was damaged.

Although the ghost paintings were not completely detained, the influence of ghost paintings was temporarily eliminated.

If you can do this, you must have mastered some secrets of ghost paintings. The archives shared by the headquarters are just some very ordinary things, just take a look, and they have no reference value at all.

"What are the conditions?" Yang Jian asked calmly.

Wang Ye said: "How about a supernatural event of level A? Of course, we can also increase our bargaining chips, gold, assets, or beauty, we can give it to you."

Yang Jian shook his head and smiled, "I'm so self-righteous. An archive is worth a supernatural incident? Do you think I'm young and easy to cheat, or do you think there is something wrong with my head? The headquarters has been working on solving the ghost painting incident in recent days, and it is likely that it can be solved smoothly. Once the information in your hand is solved, it will be worthless."

"And you might have the idea of ​​selling two goods to two companies, one to me, the other to Cao Yanhua, and the two ends make profits. As for gold, assets, and beauty, do you think it is worth a lot? A supernatural incident of level A can destroy a city if it is not done well. How much is a city worth? Not to mention how much impact this supernatural incident will have on a country for a long time."

"I thought you were a smart person and could say something useful, but I didn't expect you to be a fool."

He felt funny in his heart at this moment.

Is it because people from these forces who think they are very smart, or do they really treat ghost controllers as mentally retarded, thinking that giving small profits to the ghost controllers will obey.

However, Yang Jian was more inclined to think that this was a problem that the concept had not changed.

Those in power still use the old one to deal with ghost-controlling people, but they don’t know that the one is out of date.

Wang Ye's face looked a little embarrassed and continued, "Mr. Yang's words make sense, but we can try to bargain,"

"No need, you have a brain problem. I don't want to do any transactions with people with a brain problem. Information or something 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 weird hatchet, he had already had the capital to resist S-level supernatural events to some extent.

Intelligence is indeed not that important.

Wang Ye wanted to say something, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he was blocked by Yang Jian.

"You can shut up, say one more word, I will kill you now." Yang Jian's eyes sank, and the ghost behind him was already standing up strangely like a living person.

The light inside the car is dim and the breath is cold.

Wang Ye trembled all over, a look of horror appeared on his face, and he immediately did not dare to speak again.

He did not doubt that he would suddenly die in the carriage as soon as he opened his mouth.

The Yang Jian in front of him was even more dangerous than he thought.

Next.
To be continued...