Hua Jian shook her head. "Just now his bodyguards were anxiously looking for him. It seemed like a guest had arrived."
Bo Lin stood up, picked up his computer, and said to the embarrassed man, "Let's go."
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The bodyguard pushed open the door of the private room.
There was a middle-aged man and woman sitting on the sofa. When the head of the Purton family saw them, his eyes flickered slightly.
Soon, he said in a gentle voice, "Thank you, Mr.
The middle-aged man and woman immediately turned around and saw that it was Father Xie and Madam Hua. They both stood up together.
Father Xie walked towards him with surprise in his eyes, "You are Mr. Cang Shu, right? I am very happy to meet you."
The head of the Purton family raised his eyebrows slightly, and as soon as he raised his hand, he was tightly grasped by Xie's father's hands.
"Mr. Cang Shu, thank you so much for taking the time to see me during your vacation. When I learned that you were willing to part with Chalkin's work, I felt like I was blessed by the god of luck!"
Mr. Xie's face was full of gratitude and he looked very excited.
He was a loyal fan of the painter Chalkin, but most of Chalkin's posthumous works were collected in museums in various countries.
In the past two years, Chalkin's paintings when he was young and not yet famous have been shown to the public.
But Xie's father flew all over the world but couldn't find any trace of the painting.
On the contrary, this time Xie Zhiyan had an accident in City B. When he rushed there, he found traces of Chalkin's posthumous works.
"Mr. Xie is a true lover of painting. In your hands, Chalkin's paintings will naturally be excellent."
Patriarch Purton said this, looking at Madam Hua with a very natural expression, "Beautiful Madam, may I have a private chat with Chairman Xie?"
The beautiful woman was stunned for a moment, but soon she smiled, said yes, nodded, and left the room.
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