At 11:05, Hua Jian left the gallery carrying a long scroll.
Janard stood in front of the window on the second floor, looking down at the straight figure coming out of the door and quickly disappearing into the night.
"What the devil happened to me just now? I actually sold the painting directly to him."
Janard's tone was annoyed, and the more he thought about it, the more depressed he became.
He was only focused on looking at Hua Jian's face and didn't try to flirt with her any further. He even scanned Hua Jian's QR code when he asked to add her on WeChat for the second time.
His friend request has not been answered yet.
Hua Jian got into the taxi and told it his destination.
There are several new messages in WeChat, and there is a red 1 in the address book.
He first opened the address book, saw Janard's friend request, and ignored it indifferently.
Then come to the chat box.
The top few new messages, one is from Brother Shen, asking him to arrive half an hour earlier tomorrow.
One was from Cheng Ruimu, who sent a message saying that the film had been completed and he had already scheduled a trip to take the post-production team abroad to participate in the award selection, and asked Hua Jian if she had time to go.
There was another message from Butler Chen: Qi Fanling was going on vacation, so the art classes would be suspended for the next two weeks.
After Hua Jian replied to each one, her fingers unconsciously scrolled down.
Until I saw Bo Lin’s chat box.
His hand pointed at the top of the screen.
Bo Lin has been living in Anhu No. 1 recently. After taking a shower, he stood on the balcony to enjoy the breeze.
There is a vacant lot to the south of his building, and across the street is another old residential area.
The contrast between new and old is very obvious.
'Ding.'
Hua Jian: [I found a great item from Janard. I'll bring it to your exhibition hall tomorrow.]
'Ding.'
Hua Jian: [Are you free to come and see me tomorrow?]
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