Ke Xue: Xiaolan delivers goods to your door at the beginning

At this point, Takeyori Oikawa placed his paintbrush on the easel, then angrily crumpled the painting into a ball and threw it on the ground, his face immediately filled with frustration.

Seeing Oikawa Takeyori's expression, Lin Xiaofeng and Sato Miwako exchanged a glance, both feeling somewhat helpless.

However, Lin Xiaofeng did not give up. He insisted that Oikawa Takeyori try a few more times, but each time he drew a beginning, Oikawa Takeyori could not continue. Otherwise, he would stop as soon as he started drawing and stare blankly at the moonlight outside the window.

Lin Xiaofeng was helpless, knowing that Oikawa Takeyori couldn't get over his mental hurdle, and this kind of thing was difficult to handle.

Unless Oikawa Takeyori gets past this mental hurdle.

The problem is, if his wife were still alive, Lin Xiaofeng might be able to come up with a solution, but since his wife is dead, there's no point in trying anything.

"Xiao Feng, I think we should call it a day and call it a day."

Sato Miwako tugged at Lin Xiaofeng's sleeve and said.

Lin Xiaofeng glanced at Oikawa Takeyori, whose face already showed signs of fatigue, and said nothing more, nodding and saying, "Alright." After a pause, he continued, "Mr. Oikawa, could you please arrange a room for us?" He wanted to relax with Miwako tonight.

651. A Night of Warmth

That night, Lin Xiaofeng and Sato Miwako stayed at the Oikawa house.

"Little Wind, hug me!"

"I've arrived, Miwako!"

As always, Lin Xiaofeng took the policewoman for himself.

Although the two occasionally bicker, Miwako's heart and soul already belonged to Lin Xiaofeng.

A night of tenderness...

After everyone had finished eating at dawn, some people came to visit.

The man appeared to be in his fifties, dressed in a suit and tie, with his hair neatly combed and wearing an expensive gold watch. He was accompanied by two bodyguards in suits and sunglasses, and looked quite distinguished.

When Oikawa Takeyori politely led him to the study for a talk, Kambara Haruhito said to Lin Xiaofeng and the other man, "This is Mr. Kanna, the one who wants to buy that painting, 'Blue Mist'."

Upon hearing this, Lin Xiaofeng understood.

So this Mr. Kanna is the rich man who wanted to buy Qinglan. No wonder he even has bodyguards; he must be incredibly wealthy.

Why would Mr. Kanna suddenly come to visit?

Lin Xiaofeng said.

"I am also very curious."

A hint of confusion also appeared in Haruhito Kanbara's eyes.

"Or I could go listen to what they're saying." "590"

When Lin Xiaofeng made this suggestion, Sato Miwako and Kambara Haruhito exchanged a glance and remained silent.

"Let's go."

The three of them quietly walked to the door of the study. Just as they approached the door, they suddenly heard Oikawa Takeyori's surprised voice from inside, "What! You want to get Qinglan within half a month?"

"That's impossible, Mr. Kanna. To be honest, Qinglan is not so easy to draw. It would be difficult to draw even half a month, let alone half a month. I hope you can give me more time, Mr. Kanna."

"I'm getting impatient. You only have half a month. Otherwise, I'll not only give up Qinglan, but I'll also return the Golden Lotus, Pure White Lotus, and Red Lotus to you."

Mr. Kanna's tone left no room for doubt.

"How could you do this? I've already sold you the gold, pure white, and red lotus for so long, and you..."

Oikawa Takeyori's face was deathly pale.

Everyone knows that what Mr. Kanna is talking about is not just a simple refund; he will definitely take back the money he paid for the painting. Although this is unreasonable, he is a wealthy man of considerable status, and there is nothing that Oikawa Takeyori, a mere painter, can do about it.

However, Mr. Kanna had already spent most of the money he used to buy the painting to save his wife, and there was no way to get it back.

If that's the case, he's doomed.

"Gold, pure white, red lotus, and blue mist form a set of paintings. It would be incomplete if any one of them were missing. And I like to pursue perfection in everything I do. I will not want anything that is not perfect."

"I don't care what method you use, I must get Qinglan within half a month, or you can do whatever you want."

Mr. Kanna's tone was indifferent yet resolute, clearly brooking no refusal.

"Outrageous! How could anyone be like this!"

Outside.

Sato Miwako grew angrier as she listened, and finally slammed her fist on the door frame with a loud bang.

The people inside and outside the door were all startled.

Immediately afterward, Mr. Kanna's sharp gaze fell upon them. "Who goes there!?"

Why are you getting angry? And if you're going to get angry, now is not the time.

Seeing that he had been discovered, Lin Xiaofeng was speechless, but he was still the first to push open the door and go in.

Sato Miwako suppressed her temper and silently followed him inside.

Seeing Mr. Kanna looking at Lin Xiaofeng and his two companions with a cold expression, Takeyori Oikawa's eyelids twitched, and he quickly stood up and said, "Mr. Kanna, let me introduce you."

"This is my father-in-law, and also my teacher, Mr. Haruhito Kambara."

Mr. Kanna nodded with a cold expression. He had met and knew Haruhito Kanbara before, but his gaze was mainly focused on Lin Xiaofeng and Miwako Sato.

If I'm not mistaken, the commotion just now was caused by one of them.

Seeing this, Takeyori Oikawa quickly said, "These two are honored guests of my residence. This gentleman is Lin Xiaofeng, and this lady is Sato Miwako. They are both police officers."

Why did Oikawa Takeyori add the phrase "These two are the most honored guests in my household" before introducing Lin Xiaofeng and the other person?

In fact, he had already realized that Mr. Kanna was very dissatisfied with what Lin Xiaofeng and the others had just done.

He said this in the hope that Mr. Kanna would give him face and not be angry.

The same logic applies when Lin Xiaofeng and his companion are revealed later.

However, Mr. Kanna did not seem to care about his thoughts. His expression remained indifferent. He said, "The distinguished guest of your residence is quite strange. He has a habit of eavesdropping on other people's conversations."

Sato Miwako's pretty face flushed slightly, then her expression changed, and a hint of anger flashed in her eyes. Just as she was about to explode in anger, Kambara Haruhito quickly stepped in front of her, smiling apologetically at Mr. Kanna:

"Mr. Kanna, I'm so sorry. We overheard you talking by accident. If you want to blame someone, blame me. It was all my idea, and it has nothing to do with them."

“Mr. Kambara, I never expected you to have this kind of hobby. I’m afraid I won’t dare to come here again. Who knows if there’s someone outside the door while I’m talking.”

Mr. Kanna said with a cold face.

Haruhito Kambara's face flushed red, and he lowered his head, unable to utter a single word.

But he was trembling slightly, which showed that he was trying hard to suppress something.

Oikawa Takeyori's face turned red. It wasn't just that Mr. Kanna hadn't given him any face, but also that his father-in-law, Kambara Haruhito, had not only failed to gain forgiveness after sincerely apologizing, but had instead been humiliated.

This made him extremely angry.

But he dared not lash out, because his reason told him that the person in front of him was not only a wealthy man he could not afford to offend, but also his financial backer, and the consequences of offending him would be quite severe.

Even Oikawa Takeyori and his son were so angry, not to mention Sato Miwako, who was so angry she was about to hit someone. Just as she was about to speak, Lin Xiaofeng suddenly stood up and said:

"If you ask me, there's absolutely no need to apologize to this kind of person. I think we were right to eavesdrop, otherwise how would we have known that the dignified Mr. Kanna would have such a face?"

These words were spoken with great force and righteous indignation.

Sato Miwako's eyes lit up, a strange light flashing in them as she looked at Lin Xiaofeng.

Takeyori Oikawa and Haruhito Kanbara felt a sense of relief.

As for Mr. Kanna, he was furious. His hand trembled, his eyes twitched, and he gave Lin Xiaofeng a cold look. He didn't say anything, but instead looked at Oikawa Takeyori and said:

"Your distinguished guest has broadened my horizons today."

"I've made up my mind. I must get Qinglan within ten days. Otherwise, I'll say it again: I'll return all three golden paintings to you."

"How could this be?"

Oikawa Takeyori swayed, his face turning even paler. He said, "Mr. Kanna, didn't you just say half a month? How come it's already...?"

Half a month was already an extremely tight timeframe, making it unlikely that he could finish painting Qinglan.

Now it's even more critical.

There are only ten days left, which is five days less.

Even if he risked his life, it would be absolutely impossible for him to draw Qinglan in such a short time.

Sato Miwako and Kambara Haruhito's expressions also changed.

As insiders, they were well aware of the difficulties Oikawa Takeyori faced in drawing Seiran; it was practically impossible for him to do so.

Half a month was already impossible, and now it's been reduced by five days. Isn't this pushing Oikawa Takeyori to the brink of death?

The two were quite angry, but there was nothing they could do.

"You only have ten days, and that's all the patience I have."

Mr. Kanna coldly said that he didn't care at all whether Oikawa Takeyori could draw it.

"Mr. Kanna, please give me a little more time, ten days, I absolutely cannot do it in ten days."

Takeyori Oikawa looked at him with pleading eyes.

"Hmph! I can't do that. I'll return those three gold paintings to you right now."

Mr. Kanna snorted coldly, clearly no longer willing to reason with anyone.

"I……"

Oikawa Takeyori's face was frighteningly pale, his eyes filled with despair, and he couldn't utter a single word.

"Isn't it just about drawing Qinglan? It won't take ten days, three days, no! One day! I'll have Mr. Oikawa draw it in one day."

Lin Xiaofeng couldn't stand it anymore.

1.4 Originally, because of his own clashes, Mr. Kanna was angry with Oikawa Takeyori, and he was still somewhat embarrassed.

Later, seeing that Mr. Kanna was pushing Oikawa Takeyori to the brink, he got really angry and couldn't help but stand up and speak out loudly.

"one day?"

Everyone was stunned.

It was already impossible for Oikawa Takeyori to draw Qinglan in ten days, but Lin Xiaofeng actually said it would only take one day, which felt even more unbelievable than a fairy tale.

This is impossible!

After a moment, Mr. Kanna suddenly burst into laughter, “Hahaha… How interesting. You mean you can get Oikawa Takeyori to draw Aoyama in a single day?”

"Yes."

Lin Xiaofeng nodded calmly.

"it is good!"

Mr. Kanna's smile vanished abruptly, and he said in a chilling tone, "I'll see how you get him to draw Qinglan in a single day. If you can't, well..."

Having said that, he glanced at Lin Xiaofeng and Oikawa Takeyori with ill intent, then turned and left, leaving behind only one sentence.

"I will arrive here on time tomorrow at this time."

.......

652. Hell

After Mr. Kanna left, a gloomy atmosphere filled the study.

After a long pause, Haruhito Kanbara walked up to Lin Xiaofeng, sighed heavily, and said, "Sigh! Mr. Lin, why did you have to say those kinds of things to Mr. Kanna?"

"Yes, Xiao Feng."

Sato Miwako nodded repeatedly. She said, "You know that because of his wife, Mr. Oikawa has been unable to paint Qinglan. It was already impossible to finish it in half a month, and you still say it only takes one day?"

Oikawa Takeyori tried to speak several times, but hesitated and finally let out a sigh.

It was obvious that all three of them knew that it was simply impossible to paint Qinglan in a single day.

Even Takeyori Oikawa himself had no confidence whatsoever.

"Alright, everyone, stop looking so gloomy. Where there's a will, there's a way. If you're determined to do something, there's nothing you can't do. Besides, we still have 24 hours left."

Lin Xiaofeng looked around and said with a smile.

Everyone rolled their eyes, speechless with frustration.