Madam’s Identities Shocks the Entire City Again

From Independence Continent...

The fat-headed fish recalled how Nie Qixing had obviously glanced at the girl in the hall before he left. His head was bigger than the other two, and he felt unhappy.

People were coming and going in the lobby again, and he couldn't show his dissatisfaction in public, so he could only hold back his breath and leave patiently.

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On the other side, Qiao Nian hung up the phone and went to the other side to ask Ye Wangchuan to have dinner with him.

By the time they came back from dinner, it was already ten o'clock in the evening.

Qiao Nian slept for a long time during the day, and before she felt too sleepy, she took advantage of this time to reorganize the experimental data of the last experiment left on the next season's USB flash drive on her laptop.

Early the next morning.

Qiao Nian went out to deposit a courier.

The people at the courier station saw her coming alone carrying a half-meter-high drawing board, and hurriedly stepped forward to help.

Qiao Nian put the things on the counter, with bright eyes, and asked him in a low voice: "Can you help me deliver the things to this address?"

The man at the courier station checked what she put on her desk, lifted the black canvas on it, and was slightly stunned when he saw the painting below.

Van Gogh’s sunflowers?

Then he raised his head and looked at the girl who came to send the mail. His expression gradually changed from surprise to confusion. He pointed to the painting on the table: "Little girl, are you sending this?"

"Yes." Qiao Nian wore a peaked cap, put his hands in his pockets, and looked over with dark eyes: "Can you send it?"

The man at the courier station scratched his head: "Is it possible to send... this painting...?"

Qiao Nian pulled down her peaked cap, her eyes flashed, and she roughly understood what he meant, and said calmly: "Fake."

The boy at the courier station breathed a sigh of relief and showed a brisk smile: "I'll tell you! I also think it's fake, but you know, we must ask."

"Yes." Qiao Nian responded lightly again.

He put the painting away and looked at the address and contact number on the note Qiao Nian handed him. He put the note away and said to the girl, "We can send this to you. Do you want to pay on delivery?"

"Not paid."

"OK."

The courier boy made a note on the paper and told her a price.

Qiao Nian did not give him the money immediately, but raised her eyelids slightly, looked at him with clear black eyes, and said calmly: "The canvas is more delicate. I don't want it to be damaged in the process. Can you send it to me alone and deliver it face to face?"

The courier boy thought for a while.

The address Qiao Nian gave him was not far from here, and it wouldn't take much time to go there alone.

He readily agreed: "But it will cost more."

He added dozens of dollars to the original price.

Qiao Nian paid him with her mobile phone.

The courier boy quickly tore up a receipt for her and said to her: "Don't worry, I will call you when the item is delivered. You can also check the information online."

"good."

Qiao Nian put the bill into his pocket.

The courier boy walked back to install the painting and put it on his delivery truck, and then he remembered something. Stop the girl who is about to leave: "By the way, little girl, what's your name? I need to leave customer information and phone number here."

Qiao Nian gave him a name and a series of numbers.

The courier boy gave her an OK sign: "Okay, I'll deliver it to you within half an hour!"

Qiao Nian pulled down his peaked cap and thanked him politely.

After she left, the courier boy wrapped the painting Qiao Nian gave him in another layer of foam, and fixed the foam with tape on the four corners of the painting.