Ao Ao Ao, who had transformed back into a big tiger, was flying in the air on all fours, running in the air with a huff and a puff.

I was wailing in my heart, what did this bald devil eat to grow up, and why is he so heavy?

Chen Yizheng sat cross-legged on its broad back, lowering his head and scrolling through his phone.

The somersault cloud is a bit eye-catching, but this guy has good speed and is barely usable. He also comes with a leather sofa, which is great for traveling.

Many people are aware of its existence anyway, and there is no need to hide it from others' sight.

"Hearing" Ao Ao'ao's inner curse, he raised his hand and a violent shock hit his brain.

"Ouch~"

Damn it! I forgot that the big devil can "hear" his heart.

Chen Yi glanced at it sideways, too lazy to care about it anymore, and returned his gaze to the phone.

"Xu Hen..."

He checked this person online and found that he was quite famous.

No matter how low-key he is, he is still one of the heirs of the Huatai Group and cannot be ignored.

However, there is not much information about him and Huatai Group on the Internet, but he is extremely famous in the calligraphy and painting circles.

He graduated from the Dahua National Academy of Fine Arts, which can be said to be the highest palace of calligraphy and painting art in China.

He has already become famous before graduating and is known as the "light of hope" for the younger generation of Chinese traditional painting in Dahua.

After graduation, just as people expected, I climbed the mountain of Chinese painting art step by step.

From time to time, works come out that make people admire them, but they are only praises for the younger generations, and they still cannot escape the restrictions of the "younger generation."

Many masters have publicly said that within twenty or thirty years, there will definitely be another master of traditional Chinese painting in the painting world.

But it didn’t take long for Xu Hen to “slap” the master in the face.

Not twenty or thirty years ago, but just a few years later, probably more than six years ago, I painted a work that shocked the art world.

That painting started Xu Hen, who was only in his twenties, on his journey to becoming a master.

As if with divine help, in the following years, several stunning works appeared one after another, completely establishing his reputation and status as the youngest master of traditional Chinese painting in history.

To be very realistic, even if he randomly throws a few ink dots on the paper with a pen, there are still people who are willing to pay exorbitant prices to grab them.

Comments on him online include, in addition to being "the youngest master of traditional Chinese painting", his almost perfect character, stunning looks, and doting on his wife.

This is a perfect man who is impeccable in terms of family background, character, appearance, and talent.

No wonder Su Ming didn't think about him at all in the beginning.

What reason does such a person have to think about it?

"Ouch~"

Ao Ao's cry woke Chen Yi out of his thoughts.

Already arrived?

Chen Yi patted its brain, and Ao Ao Ao landed in the wind.

This is an industrial park and you won't see many people at night.

Glancing around, he saw the address Su Ming sent him.

There is a not too big factory building, with a signboard "Jiajie Daily Necessities Co., Ltd." hanging at the door. Diagonally opposite, only about ten meters away, there is a square red brick building, which is Xu Hen's studio.

"There's a situation!"

Around Jiajie Company's factory, there are several people in yellow uniforms lurking in several hidden places.

One of them saw the big tiger falling from the sky and screamed in a low voice. Just as he was about to take action, his companion shouted in the communicator, "Don't mess around! That's the White Tiger King!"

"White Tiger King? I heard that he was robbed by Lord Buddha... cough, have you conquered him?"

"I saw Buddha!"

The person who called first had already seen a bald head coming off the tiger's back, and found that he was walking directly towards him.

"Buddha, Lord Buddha!"

As soon as Chen Yi arrived, he had already discovered the yellow uniforms ambushing around. Thinking of asking about the situation, he walked over to find the nearest one.

But why are you so excited?

Looking inexplicably at Huang Uniform, who was stuttering with excitement, he had no idea how famous his reputation was in Huangsha.

"Have you always been here?"

"I haven't left since daytime."

Huang Uniform had already received Su Ming's explanation in advance and explained the situation without Chen Yi having to ask more. "But there is no one in the factory now. We have checked and found that this factory will only operate for three weeks every month and shut down for one week."

"During the shutdown, Xu Hen did not allow any employees to appear in the factory. As of today, the factory has been shut down for four days."

Chen Yi thought of Xu Hen's "beloved wife" and casually said, "Stop making soap?"

This matter is not difficult to find out, and Huang Yiguo also knows about it. Obviously he also feels that this behavior is not normal, and he nodded with a strange look on his face.

"Xu Hen is in the factory now?"

"No, he is in the studio. According to the information we received, he has been in there for two days and has not come out."

"You haven't gone in to check?"

"Xu Hen is indeed in the studio. As for the factory, we can't go in to investigate without an order."

Chen Yi nodded.

Huangsha's rules were indeed a bit strict, beyond his expectation.

But this is also reasonable.

"Then you guys are busy, I'll go in and take a look."

Since they have discipline, Chen Yi can "do it" by himself.

Huang Uniform's eyes suddenly became vacant. "Huh? Who was I talking to just now? Strange, there is no one here?"

He touched his head, turned around and left with a confused look on his face.

"..."

Chen Yi's eyes twitched slightly, and he led Ao Aoao, who had transformed back into a little white cat, to the front of the Jiajie Company's factory.

Looking at the closed door, he stretched out his hand and pressed it against it. With a slight shake, he shattered the door lock, then he pushed the door open and walked in.

The factory doesn't look very big from the outside, but it feels different once you get inside.

Although it is pitch dark inside, when viewed from the Chen Yiling Terrace, it is no different from daytime.

There is a spacious aisle in the middle, with many areas separated on both sides.

Chen Yi walked slowly in the dark corridor until he reached the deepest point before stopping.

Here, there is a "soap production area".

It looks like it is no different from other areas except that it is tightly locked.

Naturally, this lock cannot stop Chen Yi.

There were several machines inside. Even though Chen Yi didn't understand them, he could probably tell that this was a complete production line.

Walking slowly among them, the spiritual platform is illuminated all over, and every detail of the entire area is revealed.

The cleanliness here was beyond his expectation. There was almost no dust, let alone other discoveries.

"Ouch~"

Ao Aao suddenly screamed.

"What?" Chen Yi turned his head.

The little white cat stood up, lay down on a machine, scratched it twice with its paws, turned around and barked at him again.

Chen Yi walked over and took a look at the machine, which was taller than him.

He squatted down and reached out to touch the place where Ao Ao Ao was scratching.

There was a layer of silver iron sheet on the outside of the machine. Chen Yi inserted his fingers gently and tore the iron sheet apart.

After glancing at it, he reached out and dug out a dark yellow piece the size of a small fingernail from the crack at the bottom corner edge.

"Ouch!"

Chen Yi rubbed Ao Ao's furry head, "Okay, you have made a contribution..."

He took another deep breath, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.
Chapter completed!