Special Forces: I, Private! Destroy the Wolf Fang at the beginning

The pressure was on Chen Fan.

Chen Fan found an opportunity to share information with the team that night. What he meant was to approach Gu Zhong's daughter as requested by Ito and successfully bring her to Ito.

Until the terrorist organization gets what they want, Gu Zhong and Gu Zhong's daughter are safe, and he is sure that he can guarantee the safety of Gu Zhong's daughter.

Jiang Yue frowned and said: "Gu Zhong's daughter, Gu Qinqin, is eighteen years old this year and studying at the Academy of Fine Arts in Country Y. The information says that she is innocent and romantic. It is one thing whether she can accept it if she is involved in such a thing. Will it have any impact on our actions?”

"Captain, this Gu Qinqin looks like a greenhouse flower. If you lie to her, what if something happens?" Liu Xing also agreed.

What he is concerned about is not whether Chen Fan can protect others, but Gu Qinqin herself. If such an inexperienced and charming girl cannot accept the fact that Chen Fan deceived her feelings to protect her, what will happen? , Chen Fan will definitely be implicated!

Jiang Yue also thought of this and frowned even more tightly. She had woken up since being scolded by Chen Fan. She was now fully devoted to the task and only thought about problems based on the task. She must carefully consider everything that affects the mission.

"Jiang Yue, please ask your family to check with Gu Zhong's wife about the situation. I will decide everything else after I see Gu Qinqin." Chen Fan said against all opinions.

"Okay, you are the captain and you have the final say. We will fully cooperate with the captain outside." Jiang Yue said.

Country Y, National Art Exhibition Center.

Chen Fan, wearing a decent suit and an elite hairstyle, stopped in front of a painting to look at it for a long time.

"Sir, what's wrong with you?" a young girl asked with concern.

Chen Fan looked towards where the sound came from. He was a little confused, but he saw the tears on his face in the girl's eyes. He quickly turned around and wiped his face quickly with a handkerchief, his ears turning slightly red.

"Sorry, I'm rude." Chen Fan said in a low voice, a little embarrassed.

"Sir, I observed that you looked at this painting 'Love is Like the Rising Sun' for a long time and cried. Can you tell me why?" the girl asked Chen Fan.

Chen Fan's ears turned red at the girl's shining expression, and he pretended to be cold and said: "This painting uses sunflowers all over the ground as the background color, and only uses simple strokes to briefly outline the backs of the three figures. The two older ones are the parents and the younger one is the child.”

"The child is jumping and every move is full of vitality. The parents support each other and look at the child, and their love for the child is also gushing out. Just like the sunflowers on the ground, it is all love for the child, and it is also the truest feeling in the child's heart."

"The author must have lived in a loving family to draw such a warm picture. It makes people think of their parents and every good time they spent with them."

"I was moved just looking at the painting. I felt very happy and missed my parents."

The more Gu Qinqin listened, the happier she became. She was really happy. This painting of hers was the one she was most devoted to and the one she was most satisfied with.

When she was painting, she was thinking of her parents. She painted her parents' love for her and her happiness in the paintings, and she hoped to pass on this happiness to everyone who saw her paintings.

"Thank you, this is the best compliment I have ever heard." Gu Qinqin generously admitted to Chen Fan that she was the author, with sincere gratitude in her voice.

Chen Fan showed surprise, then interest, and said happily: "Are you a painter? You, so young, are really amazing."

Gu Qinqin looked at the man dressed in elite attire, with his hair combed meticulously, looking at a loss in front of her. His face was pretending to be calm, but his ears were getting redder and redder. She found it very interesting. She had never encountered such a contradiction before. What a strangely coordinated person.

Chen Fan looked even more at a loss when the young woman stared at him, and then asked for a topic: "Can you sell this painting to me? There is no problem with the price, and I will treasure it. I haven't thought of my parents for a long time."

There was a bit of sadness in his tone at the end.

Gu Qinqin's heart was touched by Chen Fan's sadness, but she still refused: "Sorry, I won't sell this painting, but it will be displayed here for a while. If you want to see it, you can come and see it at any time."

Chen Fan was in a low mood, but he still managed to pull himself together and asked: "Will it always be displayed here? I think I can still see it when I want to see it in my lifetime."

Gu Qinqin didn't know how to answer.

Chen Fan also knew that the National Art Exhibition Center of Country Y would naturally not be able to reserve a permanent booth for a painting. He said, "Master, can I leave your contact information? I really like this painting."

"My name is Joan. I am still far from a master, but I believe that one day, I will stand at the top of this art." Gu Qinqin said confidently.

"I believe you will!" Chen Fan said affirmatively: "I am Drew, a Chinese businessman. Nice to meet you." Chen Fan handed Gu Qinqin a business card and said.

Gu Qinqin took Chen Fan's business card and gave her her own contact information. After that, the two went to see other paintings together. Their views on the paintings were surprisingly consistent, and the more they chatted, the more they became attached to each other.

Ito saw that Chen Fan and Gu Qinqin had already begun to make out, chatting and laughing happily. As a woman, she knew very well that the smile on Gu Qinqin's face and the light in her eyes were signs of heartbeat.

Ito hooked her lips, and she knew that the person she chose would not be wrong. She had already taken the bait and was ready to close the net, and sent the information back to the headquarters at any time. She felt very happy immediately. She could imagine that this time she would definitely make a great contribution in front of the boss, and her goal of being the second in command was one step closer.

After that day, Chen Fan did not contact Gu Qinqin, but went to the National Art Exhibition Center every day to see the painting, and the time was not fixed, but he could meet Gu Qinqin every time he went.

During a chat, he accidentally learned that Gu Qinqin was going to complete a creation, but was stuck, so he suggested that she could go to the country of cherry blossoms to take a walk, see more scenery and people, and relax her mood, which might have unexpected results.

This seemed to be just a casual mention, and Chen Fan never mentioned it again later, and Gu Qinqin just thought it was a casual remark made by Chen Fan during the chat.

So when Gu Qinqin saw Chen Fan at the airport in the country of cherry blossoms, she was very surprised.

"Joan, we meet again." Chen Fan said happily to Gu Qinqin.

"Drew, why are you here too?" Gu Qinqin was also very happy. It was a happy thing to see an acquaintance in a strange country.

"I just happened to have something to deal with in Sakura Country, so I checked the information of the flight personnel by the way. I hope you don't mind." Chen Fan said generously.

Gu Qinqin was not very opposed to her itinerary being discovered by others, but was a little proud.

"Joan, I am quite familiar with Sakura Country. How about I be your guide?" Chen Fan continued.

"Okay."

Chen Fan took the person away and got on the car he arranged.

Several messages were sent out by Chen Fan calmly.

Jiang Yue: The person is in place, act according to the plan.

Ito: The person has been hooked and is heading to the planned location to pick up the person.

Jiang Yue received the message and sent it to his home. Over there, the troops and Gu Zhong's wife were all busy according to the plan.