Lin Moyu, who was so anxious that she didn't know what to do, rarely listened to Yun Yikai's words.

She nodded silently, took a deep breath to suppress her inner panic and anxiety, and said calmly: "You are right, what we need to do now is to find the staff and ask clearly whether they forgot to put out my painting."

Yun Yikai nodded, looking a little absent-minded.

Lin Moyu had never seen him act so nonchalant when dealing with her affairs, which surprised her a little.

Yun Yikai noticed that Lin Moyu's eyes fell on him. He shook his head and said, "You go find the staff first. I'll wait for Yun Qing here."

Lin Moyu blinked in disbelief. Whenever she encountered such a thing, Yun Yikai would immediately rush to the front to help her.

But today, not only did he not take the initiative to speak up, he also shirked the matter. She immediately felt disappointed.

She paused, a little confused as to what was wrong with Yun Yikai, but she didn't say anything in the end.

Lin Moyu pursed her lips, trying to maintain her usual quiet and elegant appearance, "Okay, then I'll go find the staff first."

At the same time, Yun Qing was taken to the second floor of the art gallery by the staff.

Different from the layout of the gallery on the first floor, the overall layout of the second floor is antique, and you can occasionally see the curling sandalwood rising when passing a corner.

In addition to some exquisite antiques, the entire second floor also has a special area for guests to drink tea and rest, and the atmosphere is very quiet and leisurely.

The staff didn't say much to Yun Qing and politely took her to the reception room on the second floor.

"Miss Yun, our curator is waiting for you inside."

Yun Qing nodded calmly. She knew it was the director of Shengyi Art Museum who was looking for her, but she didn't show any surprise, nor was she flattered.

After the staff brought Yunqing into the reception room, they left.

In the reception room, two people were sitting on the rosewood chairs in the middle.

One of them was wearing a Tang suit, with a head full of white hair, long eyebrows, and a pair of deep eyes that looked weathered. Even though he was old, one could tell that he was in a state of mental fatigue.

There was another person sitting next to the old man, who was about fifty years old, calm, and looked humble and polite. One could tell at a glance that he was Xu Yiyang, the director of Shengyi Art Museum.

When Xu Yiyang saw Yun Qing coming in, he stood up and politely extended his hand to shake her hand, "Hello, Miss Yun."

Yun Qing lowered her eyes and her gaze fell on Xu Yiyang's hand. His four fingers were together, and although they did not look rough, they were calm and powerful.

Yun Qing gently shook his hand, then let go and said, "Hello."

Xu Yiyang paused for a moment. In just this short moment of communication, he felt that Miss Yun seemed to be a little cold. He smiled and raised his hand to make a gesture of invitation, "Miss Yun, please sit down."

Yun Qing didn't bother to be polite with him. She walked over slowly and sat down leisurely with a calm expression. She wasn't the least bit curious about why Xu Yiyang was looking for her this time.

Seeing this, Xu Yiyang was really surprised. This Miss Yun was only an 18-year-old teenager, but her performance and state from the moment she entered the door until now were very mature, and she didn't look like a teenager at all.

He couldn't help but ask, "Miss Yun, don't you want to know why I'm looking for you?"

Yun Qing leaned lazily against the back of the chair and said in a cold tone, "I can guess it."

Xu Yiyang smiled, collected his thoughts, and returned to his usual serious and solemn expression. He said bluntly, "In that case, I'll get straight to the point. Your painting 'Landscape' has caused quite a stir in the circle. Can you tell us about what you were thinking when you were painting 'Landscape'?"

Yun Qing raised her eyebrows with a smile when she heard this. She guessed what Xu Yiyang wanted to say, but he didn't say it clearly, so she didn't want to expose him.

I had no choice but to follow his routine. "The relevant content has been shown in the work. The rest is nothing more than a sudden thought of the Youth Art Competition. I drew it in a hurry."

Xu Yiyang's expression paused slightly, and he turned his head to look at the old man sitting next to him. The old man gave him a look, and he pursed his lips slightly, already making some judgment in his mind.

The old man sitting next to Xu Yiyang was the national master Mr. Sun. Before the exhibition started, he and Mr. Sun had studied the painting "Landscape".

The painting of "Landscape" was indeed very good, and he couldn't see any fault with it.

But Mr. Sun said that the painting was done in a hurry. Mr. Sun has been painting for more than 50 years, so he is naturally more familiar with these things than ordinary people.

Unexpectedly, Yun Qing mentioned this matter directly as soon as she started talking about the painting.

It seems that this painting was most likely painted by Yun Qing himself, but it is also possible that Yun Qing asked someone familiar to paint it and understood this person's painting style.

Xu Yiyang thought about it and asked Yun Qing another question, "Do you think this question will have any negative impact on the painting "Landscape"?"

Yun Qing shook her head slowly, "No, I was in a hurry to paint it, it's just a matter of time. I'm sure Director Xu must understand cursive calligraphy. This painting and cursive calligraphy are actually the same concept."

Yun Qing did not elaborate on the details, but instead said with a playful tone, "The painting is too coherent. It is not appropriate to use it in a youth art competition. It may easily lead to misunderstanding. What do you think, Director Xu?"

Xu Yiyang didn't expect Yun Qing to understand what he meant. He could only smile awkwardly and explained, "We judge that the painter of this painting is very skilled. It doesn't look like it was painted by a teenager. After all, this person must have at least 20 years of painting experience."

Yun Qing did not deny his words and nodded calmly, "But there is another type of person that Director Xu may not have thought of, that is, people with extraordinary talents."

In other words, genius.

Xu Yiyang, who had already heard what he meant, twitched his mouth. He didn't expect Yun Qing to be so confident.

Xu Yiyang tilted his head to look at Mr. Sun again, but Mr. Sun's attention was on Yun Qing. He was not sure whether Yun Qing was lying or not. After all, they did not see Yun Qing painting on the spot.

Xu Yiyang pondered for a moment and then said, "Our art museum is short of a chief position. Are you interested in coming here? It's just a title, and it won't interfere with your studies."

Most people would agree when they hear that they want to be the chief of Shengyi Art Museum.

After all, there is no one who would refuse such a good thing that not only brings face but also has a future.

And Xu Yiyang was also certain that Yun Qing would happily agree to it.

Unexpectedly, Yun Qing just glanced at him indifferently, and said coldly, "Not interested."

Those three extremely decisive words choked Xu Yiyang to the point of being stuck in his tracks. Even if he was planning to talk about the benefits of becoming the chief, he couldn't say anything.

After Yun Qing refused to be the chief, she probably had nothing else to do, so she simply left the reception room.

After Yun Qing left, Xu Yiyang turned to look at Mr. Sun and said solemnly, "Mr. Sun, what do you think of this matter?"