The Secret History of Mars

Yuan Yizhou was delayed for a while at Luotang Qingyi Pavilion, and when he arrived at the TV station, it was already twenty minutes later than the agreed rehearsal time. After Du Ming took him into the elevator in the parking lot on the second underground floor of the TV station, Yuan Yizhou took the elevator to the rehearsal room alone.

The elevator stopped in the lobby on the first floor. After the door slowly opened, a pair of red high heels stepped into the elevator. Her white ankles were looming under the swaying silver skirt.

"This is Luo Tang's piece of fabric!!" Yuan Yizhou suddenly raised his head, "Mengmeng!" When he saw the owner of the red high heels, Yuan Yizhou regretted his impulse.

"Senior Brother Yuan? Long time no see!" Lin Die obviously did not expect to meet him in the elevator.

"It seems I'm not the only one who is late." Lin Die quickly calmed down with his excellent field control skills honed over many years on the auction stage, and changed his tone to a relaxed and playful tone to ease the embarrassment, "Mengmeng? You and Xing The dream is still as sweet as ever, so I didn’t come to the rescue today in vain!”

"Your skirt was also made by Luotang Qingyi Pavilion?" Yuan Yizhou was obviously not on the same channel as Lin Die.

"Shouldn't you ask me first why I agreed to live broadcast with you instead of Xing Meng?" Lin Die asked in response to the question.

"Why?"

"To help you find Xingmeng!"

Yuan Yizhou was shocked again. Before he could ask further questions, the elevator arrived at the rehearsal room floor. Jia Liang and the staff had already withered the flowers waiting for the two protagonists. As soon as the elevator door opened, they rushed up and took the two protagonists. They were taken to the men's and women's dressing rooms and started to prepare.

"My assistant will go through the process with you. After reading the script, the station manager decided to go directly to the prime time live broadcast today. There is no time to rehearse. I will go to Lin Die to explain it first and I will come to you later." Jia Liang wished he could finish speaking in one breath, but before Yuan Yizhou could respond, he had disappeared.

The assistant smiled bitterly, apologizing to help Jia Liang smooth things over, "We at Producer Jia are in such a turbulent situation, and rushing for TV shows is like a war. You and Miss Lin Die came a little late today, so if the fight just now scared you, please wait. Forgive me, Mr. Yuan!"

"This guy was even more fiery when he was in school, the kind with a rocket on his butt, but he has become much more stable after work." Yuan Yizhou criticized fondly.

"Are you a classmate of our Producer Jia?" The assistant was surprised and started to gossip.

"We grew up in the same alley, and I've known him since he was still wearing crotchless pants. This little fight is really nothing." Yuan Yizhou felt that his tardiness had affected the work of so many people, and he felt really bad. I just want to satisfy my assistant’s desire to gossip about my boss. "I'll be fine here. Jia Liang often invites me to appear on his shows. I'm probably familiar with his blending process. Just give me the script and I'll read it myself. Hurry up and get busy with your future boss lady!"

"Boss lady?!" This melon was obviously a bit big, and the assistant didn't react for a moment, "Aren't we, Jia Productions, singles for thousands of years? Future boss lady, you mean Ms. Lin?!"

"Otherwise? Look at Jia Liang's anxious look just now. I haven't seen him so excited during live broadcast countdowns. Who do you think is so charming that your Jia Da producer can turn into a little fanboy in an instant? Why don't you delay here again? Soon, we will really miss the show!" Yuan Yizhou really needed a little personal space to sort out the information of the past few hours, and he wanted to send this little assistant away as quickly as possible.

As soon as Yuan Yizhou finished speaking, the assistant had disappeared in a flash, leaving only the excited voice still floating in the air, "Thank you, Mr. Yuan!"

After Yuan Yizhou hastily flipped through the script, his thoughts returned to the reunion with Lin Die just now. Why does she have clothes made of the same fabric as Xingmeng? Is she also Fei Yu's VIP customer, or is it that Lin Die's clothes are also among the clothes customized by Ye Qinghe? What does she have to do with Xingmeng’s disappearance? How will she help me find Xing Meng?

The more he thought about the questions, the more questions he had. Yuan Yizhou really couldn't figure it out, so he took out his mobile phone, opened the folder that was synchronized with the cloud on his tablet, and browsed the personal profile of Ye Qinghe and the information of Miemeng Gallery uploaded by his secretary Xiao Ai, hoping to learn from it. Found some clues inside.

The first thing Yuan Yizhou opened was the catalog of Miemeng Gallery. On the title page, a few simple lines of words were written with the star universe as the background:

What is contained in the earth is between Liuhe and within the four seas.

The site of the destruction of Mongolia was to the north of the Hungarian Kingdom and to the south of the Dayun Mountain.

Scroll down further and you will find photos of calligraphy and painting by famous Chinese and foreign artists from all over the world and the artist's creation descriptions collected by the gallery. Miemeng Gallery has acquired high-quality works in the industry, so Yuan Yizhou is no stranger to these works, and he quickly turned to the last page of the catalog. Apart from the universe of stars in the same style as the title page, there is no other information.

Opening Ye Qinghe's personal profile again, it is even more simple and a bit outrageous. In addition to brief information such as his name, a photo and the gallery owner, even the date of birth is two words "unknown"! Yuan Yizhou has never questioned the professionalism of his secretary Aiya, but this time the preparation of the information was really substandard, and even the most basic address or contact information of Miemeng Gallery was not included!

Yuan Yizhou directly opened the web search engine and entered "Mie Meng Gallery address". After clicking search, none of the search results met the requirements! How is this going? Maybe there was something wrong with the network? He tried searching for the address of this gallery directly in the map app, but he also found nothing!

Yuan Yizhou was completely confused. In the past few days, all the clues pointed to Ye Qinghe and her Mie Meng Gallery. Such a big buyer who spent money like water and bought goods at major auction houses was so low-key on social media! He immediately dialed his secretary's phone. After only one ring, Aya's familiar voice came from the speaker: "Mr. Yuan, what are your orders?"

"Xiao Ai, regarding the address and contact information of Miemeng Gallery, have you asked their entrusted bidding agent?" Yuan Yizhou asked.

"Of course, Mr. Yuan, the agent said that Miemeng Gallery does not have an address." Aiya answered fluently.

"No address? What do you mean?"

"They all have one-way contact with the agent. If they want to see you, they will give you a key to the Miemeng Gallery. So far, I have only investigated a few people who have received the key and been invited to the gallery."

"Do I know anyone?"

"Yes, and you have met them all today, Fei Yu from Luotang Qingyi Pavilion, Lin Die from Jiafubi Auction House and Jia Liang from the TV station!" Aiya answered affirmatively.

After Yuan Yizhou listened, a layer of sweat broke out on his forehead, feeling that an invisible net was trapping him, getting tighter and tighter. After hanging up the secretary's phone, he rushed to Lin Die's dressing room. Jia Liang should be there too. He had many questions that needed them to answer.