Chapter 102 Threat

Shi Yan told Jiang Ling about this, but Jiang Ling wasn't too surprised. She smiled and said, "You have a good eye for choosing people. I'll handle this matter."

"That girl Gong Jia probably ran away secretly. Her family situation is very complicated. Her two cousins ​​are fighting over the family property, but the old man only has high hopes for Gong Jia."

"I can only try my best to reconcile, and see if it succeeds or not."

Shi Yan and Yun Ying lamented that even wealthy families have so many problems, but from Shi Yan's perspective, she believed that if Gong Jia were to work in the painting industry, she would make great achievements in the future.

Will become a great artist.

People like Gong Jia, who are born into a noble family and have talent, are destined to be favored by God.

"I know what you're thinking, but sometimes, things don't go as planned."

Jiang Ling smiled and said, "If Gong Jia was a lawless child, I'm afraid I can guarantee this 100%, but after all, she is a filial child."

"I think she would consider what the old man doesn't allow her to do. The old man of the Gong family is not in good health."

Jiangling made it clear that this matter was not easy to handle.

Shi Yan just said that she had done her best.

She never forces anything and just lets things take their course.

The next day, Shi Yan met a new painter, a handsome young man who had just graduated and was looking for an internship.

Shi Yan had seen his paintings and it was clear who his teacher was.

The boy felt that Shi Yan had been staring at him, and couldn't help but look up, "Hello, what's going on?"

The boy pushed down his glasses.

Shi Yan looked at his clothes, which were simple and plain, with clothes that were washed white.

If the exam was divided into different levels, the boy would definitely get full marks.

But the boy's ability is average, and painting does test a person's talent.

Shi Yan politely extended her hand. "Hello, classmate. I'm Shi Yan. I'm from a newly established studio. Are you interested in an internship with me?"

The boy pushed his glasses again, as if he was considering the credibility of the smoke painting.

"How's the treatment?"

"Four thousand salary, two days off on weekends, and holidays depending on availability, is that okay?"

The boy frowned. Shi Yan noticed that he kept pushing his glasses up, probably because he was a little nervous. "Do you provide accommodation?"

Shi Yan thought of a small room next to the studio that could be vacated for him to live in.

Shi Yan could see the embarrassment in the boy's eyes. She had also been through the days of just graduating. Shi Yan nodded and said, "I can provide it."

The young man stood up from his chair and extended his hand respectfully to Shi Yan. "My name is Zhang Ran. I can come to your studio for an internship."

Zhang Ran didn't have time to ask about the internship becoming a regular employee. He urgently needed a place to stay.

Shi Yan couldn't help but smile, "Welcome."

The next day, in the final competition, Zhang Ran finished fourth.

The other three contestants will continue to compete for the championship. Even if Gong Jia enters the finals, she will still be the same.

As soon as Cheng Yue walked out of the door, a group of people came up to congratulate her, as if Cheng Yue had already won the championship.

Cheng Yue enjoyed everyone's flattery with peace of mind. Across the crowd, Cheng Yue and Shi Yan looked at each other.

Shi Yan nodded lightly and took Zhang Ran back to the studio.

Cheng Yue looked at Zhang Ran who was following behind her and couldn't help but sneer, "You didn't realize that Shi Yan was so scheming that she took the fourth place under her wing."

Cheng Yue left the competition and saw the woman with scars all over her body when he got in the car. He couldn't help but blame her, "What happened today? You almost lost the game."

If the assistant hadn't reacted quickly and handed Cheng Yue a tissue in advance, Cheng Yue almost wouldn't have made it to the finals.

Fortunately, the assistant came up with an idea and asked the woman to draw on a tissue.

The woman's eyes were red and swollen. Her father had passed away yesterday and she was not in the right state at all.

"I didn't mean to say that on purpose. The finals are in two days, and you don't want anything to happen, right?"

Cheng Yue took the woman's hand and said earnestly, "Liu Fei, we are one. We must go higher and further, right?"

Cheng Yue reached out and gently stroked Liu Fei's scar. Liu Fei wanted to avoid it, but Cheng Yue said, "Don't move. You know, I never had the heart to do anything to you because you were once my friend."

"My friend, I need your help next. I really need it."

Liu Fei looked up, met Cheng Yue's gaze, and nodded slowly.

She didn't notice the hypocrisy in Cheng Yue's eyes at all.

She was just using Liu Fei.

As long as Liu Fei is willing to hide behind her, Cheng Yue will have a bright future.

On the other side, Shi Yan settled Zhang Ran. Zhang Ran pushed his glasses and followed behind Shi Yan. "Sister Yanyan, I'm very satisfied. Thank you."

"You're welcome. I just did what I was supposed to do."

On Shi Yan's desk were Cheng Yue's paintings that she had entered into a competition. She hadn't analyzed them carefully before, but now those paintings seemed familiar to her.

Zhang Ran pushed down his glasses and looked at her desk. "Are you studying these paintings?"

"What do you think?"

"The artist of this painting must be mentally ill."

Shi Yan was very surprised, as she had not expected this.

Zhang Ran pulled out a chair and sat in front of her. He pointed at a special part of the painting and said, "The painter must have been frustrated for many years. She seems to have some low self-esteem."

Zhang Ran smiled sheepishly, "I minored in psychology when I was in school."

"Sister Yanyan, whose painting is this?"

"Cheng Yue."

Zhang Ran was also a little surprised. Cheng Yue was well-known in the circle, and Zhang Ran had naturally heard of him.

However, he was an introvert and had never asked about Cheng Yue's affairs.

Zhang Ran was a little surprised. "These paintings don't really fit Cheng Yue's personality."

Shi Yan became more and more interested as she listened. She leaned forward and said with a smile, "Right? She's so arrogant and wants to trample everyone under her feet. How could she have low self-esteem?"

“She’s very successful.”

Zhang Ran was very determined. "But the painting does have the problems I mentioned. You can find a professional psychologist to take a look."

"No, I trust you."

Shi Yan lowered his head and began to study the painting. The finals would be held in two days, and Shi Yan had to catch the person behind Cheng Yue before that.

Shi Yan frowned. Why did she feel familiar with this painting?

As for the inferiority complex, the memory flashed through her mind, but Shi Yan couldn't remember it.

Song Yuchen called Shi Yan but no one answered, so he went upstairs to find Shi Yan.

As soon as people walked to the door, they saw this scene.

Shi Yan and a young man were discussing something at the table, their heads almost bumping into each other.

Song Yuchen stood there without saying anything until Shi Yan rubbed his neck and said he didn't want to analyze it anymore. Then he looked up and met Song Yuchen's eyes.

"Why are you here!"

Shi Yan was very surprised, "Didn't you say you were working overtime today?"

“No temporary addition.”

Song Yuchen stretched out his long legs, his aura was two meters and eighty.

Young Zhang Ran had never seen such a person before and didn't even dare to raise his head.

"Let me introduce you to the new member of the studio, my assistant Zhang Ran."

Shi Yan introduced Song Yuchen to Zhang Ran, "Zhang Ran, this is... my husband."