"Ah? Do you know?" Hu Yifen was a little shocked by Long Junchen's words. He had been observing for a long time before he realized something was wrong. Long Junchen kept closing his eyes and concentrating. How did he know that someone was following him?

Long Junchen seemed to guess what Hu Yifen was thinking and said, "I discovered it when I left the Public Security Bureau. Just drive, don't pay attention to him."

I haven't seen any scene before, and I don't panic at all just this little thing.

Hu Yifen wanted to say more, but when he saw Xu Yicheng didn't care at all. He continued to chat and laugh with Long Junchen, so he had to bite the bullet and continue driving forward.

Soon, they arrived at this hotel in the western suburbs.

The hotel decoration style is retro, the courtyard is deep, and the whole layout is grand and exquisite. A vermilion colored plaque with four big words "Dujuan Hotel" written on it, which looks particularly deep and elegant.

We parked the car, but Hu Yifen did not go in with me and Xu Yicheng. The boy always felt that we were in danger, so he said he would stay outside and call the police at any time. We couldn't resist, so he would forget it.

When I opened the car door, I saw that the two cars following us stopped, but the car door was not opened.

Long Junchen narrowed his eyes slightly, stared at the vehicle in the lead, and helped Xu Yicheng into the Duckjuan Hotel.

"Mr. Xu, order whatever you want, order whatever you want, today I'll treat you!" Long Junchen handed the menu to Xu Yicheng. Xu Yicheng dared not let the King of Ten Thousand Dragons treat you, bowed and said, "Brother Junchen, I have paid the money, please order whatever you want."

Long Junchen looked at the old man in front of him, laughed and shook his head. It seemed that he was really angry at the Public Security Bureau and even scared this guy.

Soon Long Junchen ordered the meal, and at this moment, eight people came in outside the door.

The two leading ones, one old and one young, are not too old. They are in their forties, wearing ink-colored short-sleeved shirts, and are well-melted. At first glance, they often hang out in the gym.

Although this person was dressed in casual clothes and wearing sunglasses, Long Junchen, who often reads books and newspapers, still recognized this person. Isn’t he the mayor of Yinhai City, Du Zelin?

Next to him was a handsome young man with peach-shaped eyes, thin body, feeling a little weak, and his clothes were even more fancy.

Long Junchen also knew this person. This is a son Du Zelin often takes with him to attend various important occasions. It seems that he is the youngest of his three sons, named Du Yiai.

However, Long Junchen only saw the real person once, and his calligraphy and paintings were hung on countless calligraphy and painting shops in the Art City.

The character written in a mediocre way is absolutely not good-looking. I can only say that I can write basic pens. It is probably because of his father that his inexperienced calligraphy and paintings can be hung together with the famous calligraphy and paintings for people to appreciate and purchase.

It seems that the largest gallery in Yinhai City Art City all exhibited Du Yiai's paintings, which is really shameless.

The few people behind him seem to be well-known figures in politics. Although Long Junchen can't name him, he still often sees him on TV.

When Xu Yicheng saw the eight people walking towards them, the Han eyebrows on his forehead were instantly standing up. He actually looked at Long Junchen first. Long Junchen signaled him to be calm and not be impatient. Since he came, he would be at ease.

"Oh, isn't this Mr. Xu Yicheng? Oh, it's such a coincidence. Why did you meet here? Xuhui, Xuhui, I am the mayor of Yinhai City, my name is Du Zelin, hahaha."

Du Zelin performed this drama well. He obviously met us on purpose, but this guy said it was a coincidence. However, Xu Yicheng still had to give face to Mayor Yinhai City.

Xu Yicheng smiled and said hello, "Oh, it turns out to be Mayor Du, it's my honor to see you."

As the saying goes, if you don’t go to the Three Treasures Hall without any trouble, since Du Zelin is willing to work so much and spend so long, there must be something going on.

Du Zelin did not panic and showed up, but instead sat at the same table with us without any hesitation. While taking a seat, he introduced: "By the way, Mr. Xu, let me introduce you to my son, Du Yiai, who also likes calligraphy and calligraphy very much. He has a good talent and is now a relatively well-known calligrapher in Yinhai City. His works can be seen everywhere."

Du Zelin pulled his son and sat down with him. His son also smiled tactfully and said to Xu Yicheng: "Hello Mr. Xu, my name is Du Yiai. I hope I can learn calligraphy with you!"

As soon as Du Yiai said this, Du Zelin immediately stared at his eyes and scolded: "I said, can Mr. Xu accept you as his disciple at will? Don't look at who he is, but if Mr. Xu really can accept my son as his disciple, then I will definitely be grateful for my mayor."

Long Junchen put his hands behind his head, and his eyes narrowed at the father and son who were singing in front of him. It seemed that he had already prepared.

But how could the Du family and son know so quickly about the news that Xu Yicheng came to Yinhai City? Could it be that boy Feng Nan? Indeed, that guy was a person who was changing his mind, and it was probably a benefit to convey these messages.

Long Junchen was thinking about it here, but Xu Yicheng was a little unable to sit still. The so-called talent of Du Yiai was actually a ghost-painted peach talisman. The contemporary art he upholds is to write a few strokes and pursue artistic conception. How could Xu Yicheng be so obsessed with such an impatient and greedy for utilitarianism? He really accepted it. Wouldn't he let his peers laugh at it?

Just as Xu Yicheng was hesitating, Du Zelin suddenly came over and whispered: "Mr. Xu, you don't have to teach Xiao Ai what to use or what to leave blank space. He actually lacks a title. As long as you open your mouth and make him your disciple, you don't have to teach him at all!"

Xu Yicheng stroked the long beard on his temples, but his brows frowned even tighter. Long Junchen also felt aroused. Sure enough, if this old fox could make Du Yiai as a disciple of Mr. Xu, then the price of his calligraphy and painting would definitely not be a problem to increase tenfold.

Xu Yicheng sneaked at Long Junchen next to him again. Seeing that the boy was siping tea, he was about to stand by and watch. He didn't know how to refuse Du Zelin. Suddenly, he had an idea and had a plan.

Xu Yicheng coughed twice, sighed, and said in a difficult manner: "Hey, but, you see, I'm old, and I just accepted a closed disciple today. I also want to accept Du Yiai, but I really have the will but lack the ability. I hope Mayor Du will forgive me."

"Just just accepted a closed disciple?" Du Zelin frowned and asked quickly, "Who?" At this time, even Long Junchen stretched his head curiously. This old guy was arrogant and had only two disciples in total. When did he accept another one?
Chapter completed!