For the next two days, Meng Sheng didn't receive any call from the eldest lady. Although she felt a little regretful, she was not sad.
It is understandable that Guan Rong does not believe her.
The day before the 6th, she led the museum's management to thoroughly inspect the four exhibition areas and the collection room.
Early that morning, she came to the art museum and held a meeting for all staff on the second floor.
This exhibition will last for seven days.
There will be a lot of visitors on the first day, because Qiu Yi will appear only on this day, and there will also be reporters and media attending, as well as Su Yuting, another authoritative teacher in the art circle.
This teacher and Qiu Yi also have a bit of a teacher-student relationship. Su Yuting once publicly expressed her desire to take Qiu Yi as her apprentice and she admired her painting style very much.
It was also the first time that Meng Sheng was solely responsible for such a large art exhibition. He felt nervous and excited at the same time. Every nerve was on edge and he dared not relax for even a moment.
Afraid something might go wrong.
The first and foremost issue is safety.
She didn't delay for too long. After giving some instructions, she let everyone go and get on with their own business.
It starts at 9:30, and the autumn atmosphere is the art gallery at 8:30.
She wore a black long skirt today with a red coat on the outside, which was bright and elegant, yet charming.
"Oh, who is this beautiful lady?"
Qiu Yi raised her eyebrows, "Have you had breakfast?"
Meng Sheng nodded, "I have eaten. You definitely haven't eaten."
Qiuyi is not a person who likes to eat breakfast. In the morning, she usually just has a cup of coffee.
Qiu Yi smiled and looked around. "How is it? Is everything going well?"
"It's going well. I'll call the journalists and media now to see when they will arrive."
Since she came to the art museum, she has basically never had a break.
I'm so tired today.
After making four or five phone calls in a row and confirming everything, she asked, "When will Teacher Su come?"
"She said it was around ten o'clock. She arrived in Beijing yesterday and refused to stay at my place. She insisted on staying at a hotel."
"Are you going to pick her up then?"
"No, her legs and feet are fine, and she has an assistant and her daughter with her."
Meng Sheng nodded, and just as he breathed a sigh of relief and was about to drink some water to moisten his throat, the phone on the table rang with a text message alert.
She paused, picked up her phone and clicked on the text message: [Danger! Ning Weiwei loosened the screws of the acrylic plate in the third row of Area C. It will fall at 10:27 and hit Teacher Su Yuting and send her to the ICU. This incident will be photographed by reporters on the scene and will become a hot topic. The future of Yisheng Art Museum and Qiuyi will be completely ruined! ]
Bang!
The cup falls.
In an instant, a terrifying chill rushed up from the soles of my feet to my head.
Her body swayed and she leaned weakly on the edge of the table.
Totally destroyed!
Ning Weiwei wants to destroy the art museum and Qiu Yi!
"Shengsheng, what's wrong with you?"
Qiu Yi, who was sitting on the sofa, was startled by the sudden falling cup, thinking that she had accidentally dropped it on the ground. However, when she saw Meng Sheng's distraught and shocked expression, she immediately realized that something was wrong, and hurried over to help her out of the pile of glass fragments.
Prevent her from getting pricked.
"What's wrong? Shengsheng, don't panic, I'm here." Qiu Yi hurried to comfort her.
Meng Sheng slowly came back to her senses. Seeing the sincerity and concern in her eyes, she moved her lips but no sound came out.
To her, Qiu Yi is just like her own sister.
The Yisheng Art Museum is of even greater significance to her. It was founded by her mother, and Xu Li poured so much of her efforts into it, and it is also filled with her hopes and expectations.
She would never allow Ning Weiwei to destroy them!
Absolutely not!
She walked out of the office and took the elevator to Exhibition Hall C on the first floor. Qiu Yi followed her and asked her twice what happened, but Meng Sheng didn't say anything.
It wasn't that she didn't want to speak, but her throat felt like it was stuffed with a ball of cotton, making it impossible for her to speak, and even a little difficult to breathe.
The paintings in Area C are mainly made of acrylic panels, and the lighting creates an absolute sense of spatial hierarchy.
It is also the exhibition area that best fits Shang Qiuyi's painting style.
There are 12 large acrylic boards in the entire exhibition area, with a total of 28 paintings on them. Some are projected double-sided paintings, and there are 42 small ones spliced together to create an artistic feel.
No matter who goes in, they will be shocked by the design inside.
The museum has two curatorial teams, each with five people.
Area C is not under the responsibility of Group A, where Ning Weiwei is located, but of Group B.
But before leaving get off work last night, they checked it all, and there were surveillance cameras everywhere in the room. She couldn't figure out how Ning Weiwei had done anything.
But now it was almost time to start the work, and she had no energy to think about it. She could only quickly find the board with the loose screw.
The third row...
The acrylic panels here were irregular, with several third rows, and she needed to check them one by one.
"curator."
When the staff saw her coming, they nodded quickly.
Meng Sheng ignored them and continued looking for his own.
The people around looked at each other, their eyes full of confusion and puzzlement.
Ning Weiwei, who had heard the noise from a distance, was startled when she saw this. A trace of guilt and panic flashed across her face. She quickly took her arm and said, "Shengsheng, there's something wrong with the light in area B. Go over and take a look."
Meng Sheng frowned. Her anger at this moment had already burned her rationality to ashes. Her cold and sharp eyes shot towards Ning Weiwei without any disguise.
The usually gentle and soft voice now sounded like the cold frost of December. "If you have any questions, go find a technician! Get out of the way!"
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