Hua Jian didn't wait for Bo Lin's reply.
Before going to bed, Hua Jian looked at WeChat again, logged out and logged back in, turned off the network and reopened it.
Still no new news.
Bo Lin must be asleep.
Hua Jian felt melancholy. There was something strange and inexplicable about the conversation between her and Bo Lin today.
The last thought before falling asleep was, it’s okay, I will see Bo Lin tomorrow.
It’s the same when we meet and talk again.
But he didn't expect that not only did he not see Bo Lin the next day, he couldn't even get through to him on the phone.
The BLFF Film Festival was held as scheduled, and Cheng Ruimu registered the film he had urgently produced in post-production on time.
Hua Jian attaches great importance to this investment.
It happened to be summer vacation, and the original owner's visa to Country F was still valid. After replying to Cheng Ruimu, he flew directly to Country F.
Just as he took off, Janard received the first big order since he started his art exhibition.
"You mean you want to collect Yishuang's 'Liang'?"
"good."
The woman in front of him looked less than 40 years old, with a graceful figure and a cool face. She looked very elegant in a high-end moon-white dress.
But her expression was very cold, and although her tone was polite, her arrogance was unconcealed.
Janard, who had been hanging around with celebrities and wealthy people and was used to being admired and respected, was not used to this condescending attitude that he had deliberately forgotten.
His face turned cold.
Mrs. Hua looked casually at Janard's exhibition, frowning slightly.
"Why haven't I seen 'Liang'? I remember Mr. Jarnad once offered 10 million for it. For an unknown painter, that's not a low price."
Madam Hua spoke in a contemptuous tone, and seemed to look down on "Liang".
Janard's expression was calm: "Sorry, this painting has been collected by a guest."
Madam Hua's expression changed slightly, and she looked at Janard with an icy look.
How dare a lowly third-rate painter treat her like this?
"It seems Mr. Janard is unwilling to part with it," Madam Hua slowly exhaled. "Yishuang's 'Cold' can be sold for 10 million. You know better than me how much water is in it. I can add another 10 million. You will definitely make a profit if you buy Yishuang's painting at this price."
Janard raised his eyebrows slightly. He didn't expect that Mrs. Hua was willing to increase the price.
"Madam, you misunderstood. This painting was indeed bought yesterday." Janard's tone was flat, but he had a smile on his face.
"you!"
Mrs. Hua clenched her fingers and her face turned pale.
"If you like, Madam, you can look at other paintings."
"40 million."
Janard's eyelids twitched.
He bought the painting by accident for 200,000, and Hua Jian bought it for 1.5 million last night.
Janard felt that he could be involved with Hua Jian and make a lot of money.
No matter how you look at it, you're the one making the profit.
But when the price of 40 million was announced, even Janard, who was not short of money now, couldn't help but feel his heart skip a beat.
His throat was dry, and he spoke with some difficulty: "I'm sorry, ma'am, you're a step late. 'Liang' was really bought last night."
Only then did Mrs. Hua realize that perhaps Janard was telling the truth.
She frowned and asked, "Who is it? Call him and ask him how much he wants to sell it for."
Janard paused, then pursed his lips.
His friend request to Hua Jian was not approved at all, and he didn't even have Hua Jian's phone number.
Mrs. Hua's expression gradually turned ugly.
Janard also looked dejected.
Because of male homosexuality, he lost 38.5 million or more.
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In Country F, Hua Jian rarely feels relaxed.
Qi Fanling's classes were suspended for two weeks, and he asked Brother Shen for a 10-day leave.
Just take a break this time.
Let him see what the world in the book is like!
"Mr. Hua, the post-production of the movie is already done. Do you have time to watch the finished film?"
Cheng Ruimu was much thinner than the last time Hua Jian saw him, but he was in very good spirits.
Ever since arriving in Country F, he has been in a very excited state.
"good."
Hua Jian, on the other hand, had no time to adjust to the jet lag after arriving here, and was feeling a little lethargic.
"I got an invitation to a banquet tonight through the connections of a senior. Would you like to come, Mr. Hua?"
"What party?"
"A local tycoon did some charity work in the middle of the year, and many people were trying to get in by investing, scrambling to get in."
Cheng Ruimu shook his head as he spoke. He was originally a very noble artist, but now he had to compromise in order to get to know these financial backers.
Hua Jian said casually, "Since this is an occasion that everyone is trying to get into, we should naturally make good use of it."
As the main creator, Feng Rong naturally had to go with him.
It’s not too outrageous for three people to enter with one invitation.
There is no difference between wealthy dinners abroad and those in China.
There may be a difference, that is, there are very few people with black hair here, most of them have Western faces, and most have golden brown hair.
Hua Jian is very tall, and even here you can still see the broad hairlines of many guests.
Cheng Ruimu took Feng Rong away, and Hua Jian walked around and looked around casually.
The banquet hall was located in a six-star hotel in the city center. The soft music and various unfamiliar languages with accents made Hua Jian feel as if she was away from home.
The host hadn't arrived yet, and all the guests present were looking towards the door in a state of anxiety.
Hua Jian dealt with several guests who came to chat with her.
Every time I point to my ears apologetically, saying I don't understand...
"Phew, trouble."
Hua Jian found a relatively secluded corner and took out his cell phone with boredom.
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