Meanwhile, far away overseas, Bo Lin had already been working nonstop for thirteen hours.
Jiang Kai asked quietly, "Boss, you look terrible. You should get some sleep."
"I can't sleep." Bo Lin rubbed between his brows, his voice slightly hoarse. "Any progress on Cui Zhao's case?"
Jiang Kai said, "You were busy during the day, so I didn't interrupt you. Cui Chengming went over this afternoon to put pressure on them and happened to run into Mr. Hua."
Bo Lin lifted his eyes to look at him.
Jiang Kai immediately said, "Nothing happened. Mr. Hua said a few words, and Cui Chengming left. Legal said everything is proceeding as before."
Only then did Bo Lin look away. "Tell me directly if anything happens. Don't make decisions on your own."
A faint sheen of cold sweat broke out on Jiang Kai's back. "Yes, boss."
"Have you booked the flight? Stay behind and handle the rest with Sam."
"It's booked. It leaves in three hours." Remembering something, Jiang Kai added, "There's one more thing. You previously asked me to collect more works by emerging painters. As it happens, a Chinese artist who recently won an award is in this city too. His name is Jia Nade."
"Do your assessment," Bo Lin said indifferently.
If Jiang Kai hadn't mentioned it, he would have almost forgotten about it.
Jiang Kai said, "Jia Nade intends to return to China to hold an exhibition. He approached me after learning that you're about to open a gallery. He wants to hold his first exhibition back in China at your gallery. What do you think?"
"Absolutely not." Bo Lin frowned and rejected the idea outright.
He had opened that gallery on a whim in the first place.
Originally, it had been an excuse to pay Hua Jian that