After nearly an hour and a half of discussion, forty paintings were finally selected from this album of more than seventy pictures.
But the core main painting and two secondary paintings have not been decided.
Meng Sheng looked up at the face in front of him with delicate features and eyes full of classical charm, smiled and asked, "Miss Lvy, do you have any thoughts on this main painting and the secondary painting?"
Lvy met her calm and gentle almond eyes and asked softly, "Director Meng, what suggestions do you have?"
Seeing that she threw the question back, Meng Sheng didn't intend to beat around the bush, "I didn't see the two artworks "Whale Falling on Lonely Island" and "Sleeping in the Mountain" in this album just now.
I wonder if Ms. Lvy plans to exhibit these two paintings in your first exhibition?"
Since we are going to cooperate, we need to have a gimmick that is enough to make us famous.
The two works of hers that became popular on the Internet are good promotional materials.
Meng Sheng's words were very straightforward, without any embellishment.
The smile in Lvy's eyes deepened. "I chose Yisheng Art Museum with all my sincerity. I started learning to paint when I was 7 years old. Over the years, I have actually painted quite a few works, but..."
She paused for a moment, her expression tinged with a hint of sadness, but it quickly faded.
Then he said in a gentle voice, "I have a habit of taking pictures of each painting and binding them into a book. Those two paintings are in another book.
I just came back from Italy not long ago. I stayed there for many years, and all the paintings, including those in this album, were left in Italy.
I am planning to settle down in Beijing this time. The paintings cannot be damaged when they are transported back, so the transportation time will be a bit long. I don’t mean to hide them, please forgive me, Director Meng.”
Her voice was soft and elegant, and she spoke at a steady pace.
There is no sincerity or excessive complex emotions in it, but it is not dull either.
Even though the speech is so long, it won't make people feel dull and tedious.
Meng Sheng had to admit that it was at least comfortable to talk to such a person.
But she did not relax her vigilance against Lvy.
"I see."
A smile spread across her eyes. "I think Miss Lvy should have known about the situation of our art gallery. Our art gallery has four exhibition areas, and there are usually about a hundred paintings on display.
But the specific situation, of course, still depends on the planning of the curatorial team and the exhibition layout team. As for the remaining selections, as well as the decision on the main and secondary paintings, we will wait until your other album comes back before deciding."
Lvy responded softly, "Okay. I heard from Assistant Qiao that you were in the hospital. Is Director Meng feeling better now?"
Meng Sheng was stunned for a moment, then smiled and nodded, "It's all right now, thank you for your concern."
When the discussion ended, it was almost twelve o'clock. At noon, Minister Zhou booked a private room at Furonglou, a nearby Chinese restaurant.
Since it is a collaboration, eating is a natural process.
At the dining table, everything is as usual, harmonious and natural.
Lvy seems to be a quiet person. He is gentle and polite to everyone, but he won't talk too much and will only touch upon the topic briefly.
After this contact, Meng Sheng didn't notice anything unusual about her.
But the doubts in my heart seemed to grow heavier.
What exactly is this threat from Lvy to her?
It seems that no matter which one, it doesn't make sense or reasonable.
After dinner, the group walked out of the restaurant and a white BMW commercial vehicle drove over to pick up Lvy.
She smiled at Meng Sheng and said, "Thank you for your help today, Director Meng. I'm sorry for the expense."
Lvy seemed to feel that it was a bit abrupt, and hesitated for a moment, "Director Meng, is it convenient for you to add WeChat? We can contact each other at any time regarding cooperation."
Meng Sheng looked up at her and smiled, "Look at me, I actually forgot such an important thing."
As he spoke, he took out his mobile phone and clicked on the QR code to add a friend on WeChat.
Lvy’s WeChat avatar is a landscape picture of lush grassland and blue sky, and her nickname is her English name - Lvy.
Meng Sheng did not make any remarks. After confirming the friend, he put away his phone and said, "We will contact you as soon as the planning proposal comes out."
"good."
After Lvy said goodbye to them one by one, he got into the white BMW business car.
Watching the car drive into the traffic, the smile on Meng Sheng's face faded a little, and he returned to the art museum with Joanna and the others.
It was lunch time at the art museum. When Meng Sheng walked into the lobby, he saw two familiar figures walking towards the end of the corridor. They disappeared from his sight in a few seconds.
Yuan Siying and Tao Qian.
She almost forgot about these two people.
After going upstairs, she said to Qiao Na, "Keep an eye on Tao Qian. When the exhibition is almost over, find a random reason to fire her."
Qiao Na paused and nodded slightly, "I understand. Then Yuan Siying..."
"She can't move now."
Yu Qionghua's case has not been sentenced yet, and she and Shang Boyu have not divorced. If they take action against Yuan Siying now, it will inevitably arouse suspicion.
But Tao Qian is different. She is just a pawn used by Yu Qionghua to deal with Ning Weiwei.
Since the master can't even protect himself, she, as a chess piece, is no longer important.
"I see."
"Take a break for half an hour and call a meeting with all the managers of the art museum." Meng Sheng left this sentence and went into the office.
Compared to the hospital and the Moonlit Villa, she felt most comfortable in the art gallery.
Even when she is busy, she feels fulfilled.
But she didn't know whether it was Yu Qionghua's hideous and hateful expression in the morning that stimulated her vision, or her unknown doubts about Lvy, but she felt a little uneasy for the whole afternoon.
Around five o'clock, Shang Boyu came to pick her up and still brought drinks for the museum staff.
As expected, he received another wave of good reviews for himself.
Meng Sheng didn't say anything. He suppressed the rejection in his heart, said a few words to Minister Zhou, and left the art museum with him.
When the car drove onto the road, he asked softly, "Is the art gallery busy today? Are you tired?"
"I'm preparing for the opening ceremony in three days. I'm not too tired. I'm just trying to understand the situation."
Meng Sheng then asked, "How about you? You haven't been to the company for so many days, are you okay?"
Speaking of this, Shang Boyu frowned.
In fact, it wasn’t that smooth.
The investigation of Yueqifang and the arrest of his mother had a great impact on him and the company.
In particular, the project that the construction company had just confirmed is now coming to a standstill, and the client is preparing to re-tender.
Shang He came to the company today, which always gave him a bad feeling.
After a moment of silence, he slowly shook his head and said truthfully, "Not so good, the cooperation with Qinjiang Group may fail, and this project is still very important to the company.
Dad was angry with me because of Mom's problem. If I don't get this project, I'm afraid... he will be even more disappointed in me, and my eldest and second brothers are eyeing me covetously."
The more he talked, the more depressed he became, and a hint of melancholy appeared on his handsome face.
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