Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 441 Beauty is like a dream
Nine o'clock at night.

A pure white GMC commercial vehicle drove into the Chelsea district of New York.

The bright lights on the roadside fell on the polished and waxed car bodies, reflecting a colorful and blurred brilliance, as prosperous as this city.

The driver, Nathan, glanced at the rearview mirror from time to time, looking at the old-fashioned guy sitting in the back seat.

This car belongs to the Angel Art Center's reception car. It usually receives clients from all over the world, taking them from the airport to the hotel, or picking them up from the hotel to the art center and gallery.

All of the company's clients are wealthy people who are well-dressed, well-spoken and have an imposing temperament, or they are European aristocrats and royal families, as well as princes and wealthy people in the Middle East.

But this was the first time he had met a guest like Song Heping.

Baseball cap, T-shirt, multi-functional tactical pants, LOWA combat boots, and a khaki backpack.

This guy looks like a bodyguard.

Nathan wondered in his heart, could this be the bodyguard hired by Miss Angel?
The murderous aura was enough. Nathan had served in the military, although he was not deployed overseas, he just spent some time in the National Guard.

But he could smell the guy's scent.

He didn't know how to describe this aura.

However, he had a friend in the Rangers who had been deployed in Afghanistan. They had a reunion when he came back that year, and Nathan had also smelled this scent in his friend.

Nathan asked his friend curiously, and his friend replied that it was the breath of death.

The Chinese man sitting in the back seat at this time had a stronger aura than his Ranger friend.

However, Nathan could also see Song Heping's embarrassment.

He doesn't like this car.

He must have never been in such a luxury car before. He didn't even know to lower the privacy partition between the driver and the back seat. He just sat there stupidly looking at the scenery outside the car.

A country bumpkin who has never seen the world!

Nathan thought to himself.

As one of the world's art centers, New York has many world-class galleries and art institutions, and one of the most concentrated and famous gallery districts is Chelsea.

This is the heart of contemporary art in New York, especially along Tenth and Eleventh Avenues between West 20th and 30th blocks, where there are many internationally renowned galleries.

The Angell Arts Center and its affiliated galleries are located in this area, at 20 West 1211th Street.

Normally at this time of evening, art centers and galleries are closed, but today is a little special.

Although there were no staff members on the first floor of the art center except for security personnel, the lights in the offices on the second floor were still on.

When the business car stopped in front of No. 1211, Nathan quickly got out of the car to open the door for Song Heping.

"SIR, Miss Angel is waiting for you in the office upstairs. Please."

"upstairs?"

Song Heping turned his head and looked at the row of slightly yellowish buildings on the side of the street.

This is not a high-rise building, it only has two floors. It looks a bit historical and is probably quite old.

The first floor is not much different from ordinary shops, with a white door and floor-to-ceiling windows, but the shutters are lowered so you can't see what's going on inside.

Nathan brought Song Heping to the front door and pressed the doorbell.

While waiting for the door to open, Song Heping looked inside.

After entering the door, there is a hall-like place, which seems relatively empty. There are paintings hanging on the walls, and some strange sculptures are placed in some corners of the hall.

Song Heping doesn't understand art.

One of the sculptures looks like a giant ice cream cone. No one knows what material it is made of. The top of the head is painted yellow lemon color, the middle is purple, and the end is iron gray.

There is another sculpture like this next to it, with roughly the same shape but different details. The one over there is blue on the top, red in the middle, and white at the end.

The two sculptures put together reminded Song Heping of the fat and thin monks in "The Deer and the Cauldron", a pair of funny people.

The rent for renting such a large exhibition hall and office in a place like this must be expensive.

Song Heping also knew that the profits from art transactions were extremely high, and that there were many tricks involved. It was very complicated and most people could not handle it and did not dare to do so.

This shows that Angel's family strength is extraordinary.

After waiting for less than half a minute, a black security guard finally appeared in the door. He was dressed like a policeman, with a silver Beretta pistol on his waist, looking very impressive.

Seeing Nathan outside the door, the black security guard let down his guard, took his hand off the gun handle at his waist, pressed the button and opened the door for the two of them.

"Nathan, is this Mr. Song?"

"Yes."

After saying that, he turned to Song Heping and said, "SIR, Bernie will take you upstairs, please follow him."

Song Heping nodded and smiled, "Thank you."

Hearing that the guest was Miss Angel's distinguished guest, the black security guard certainly did not dare to neglect him and led the guest politely in front.

"Mr. Song, please follow me."

As you walk into the exhibition hall, the view suddenly opens up.

Song Heping then realized that he had underestimated the scale of the place.

Perhaps it was intentional by the designer. When Song Heping looked inside at the door, he didn't feel that there was much space. But after entering, the space on both sides suddenly became bright.

Song Heping originally thought that places like galleries must be similar to museums, but the design here is completely extremely trendy.

pure white.

That's the idea here.

Ridiculously white.

From the floor to the walls to the ceiling, everything is spotlessly white. There is no other color in the entire hall except for the paintings and sculptures.

When I walked into the hall and looked at the fat and thin monk brothers who I had seen through the door before, their colors suddenly became very eye-catching and bright against the white background, and even had an inexplicable impact, which made me unable to help but look at them several more times.

Then he looked at the paintings on the wall. Although Song Heping couldn't even describe the painting techniques, many of them were clearly from cutting-edge schools of painting. They seemed somewhat different from the world-class masterpieces he was familiar with. Many of them had no figures or scenery, only lines, colors, and blocks.

Just hanging it on this pure white wall, I have to say, it really makes me more and more addicted to it the more I look at it.

"This way."

The security guard was very dedicated and led Song Heping to a corridor on the left side deep in the exhibition hall. After walking more than ten meters inside, there was a staircase leading to the second floor.

When I got to the second floor, all I saw was office space.

Walk through the corridor to the end and stop in front of the large white wooden door.

The security guard went up and knocked on the door.

"Ms. Angel, Mr. Song is here."

"Bernie, let him in."

Angel's familiar voice came from inside.

"Please come in, Mr. Song."

The security guard grabbed the lock and turned it gently, and the door cracked with a click.

He gestured for permission and turned to leave.

After the security guard left, Song Heping stood there for more than ten seconds before pushing the door open and entering.

Like the decoration style below, Angel's office is also mainly simple and white.

Seeing Song Heping come in, Angel looked up from behind the computer at his desk and smiled at him.

"Sorry, my hero, I'm too busy today and don't have time to pick you up at the airport."

As she spoke, she stood up and walked straight towards Song Heping. Until she was in front of Song Heping, the distance between them was shortened from several meters to less than a few centimeters.

too close……

Song Heping smelled a fragrance.

It smells good.

This perfume is almost certainly not cheap.

But he still doesn't know much about perfume.

It smells good, that's the highest praise.

"Miss Angel..."

Before he could even say hello, Angel sniffed his neck twice like a cute Chihuahua.

Song Heping felt like something was brushing against his neck, making it itchy, and his body temperature rose by one degree.

"You smell like gunpowder."

Angel said.

Song Heping laughed and said, "Not only does it smell like gunpowder, but it also smells like sweat. I just came out of the jungle. Do you believe it?"

Angel smiled brightly and chuckled, "And it has a manly air."

After saying that, he raised his head from Song Heping's neck and stared at Song Heping intently.

There was a hint of confusion in the eyes of this beautiful girl, like a whirlpool, once you fall in, there is no way to climb out.

Song Heping suddenly felt as despicable as sending a cannon from a thousand miles away.

Now he has come to ask Angel to do something for him, so logically, he should give in to him.

But if everything goes well, Song Heping will feel like a duck.

"Shall we... sit down and talk?"

He wanted to dilute the ambiguous atmosphere and couldn't help but glance at the sofa next to him.

"No, go take a shower first."

Angel reached out and grabbed the corner of Song Heping's T-shirt on the chest, pulling it in his hand with a playful look.

Song Heping's body temperature continued to rise, and congestion was inevitable.

"So fast……"

He suddenly asked a question that even he thought was stupid.

If some things really happen, they will come naturally, like a dam bursting thousands of miles away, or like the Milky Way pouring down the earth with unstoppable force.

Still asking?

Asking is stupid.

Angel chuckled again. "What are you thinking?! I mean, take a shower and change your clothes first, and I'll take you to meet some people. Aren't you in a hurry to get things done?"

"Oh!"

Song Heping's face turned completely red, and he was so embarrassed that he almost dug out three bedrooms and two living rooms on the floor with his toes.

"You need to change your clothes." Angel said, "I have an appointment with the men's clothing store, and they are still waiting for my call. You take a shower first, and they will arrive just in time when you are done."

"Where to wash..." Song Heping couldn't help but ask: "Are we going to the hotel now?"

Angel couldn't stop laughing. He thought this man was so interesting, completely different from the other men she usually met.

"I have a shower right here," Angel said. "I bought you bath products and towels."

As she spoke, she pushed open a door in the corner to the right of the office.

"Go in by yourself."

　Asking for a monthly ticket!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)