The Autumn Exhibition received unanimous praise online. Recently, some people said they were unable to buy tickets, and calls for extending the exhibition period are growing louder.
In just a few days, twelve paintings were sold.
The price is also quite considerable.
In addition, the Art Association also conveyed the idea of having a collision between Qiu Yi, a free and casual abstract artist, and Ying Feiting, a famous imagist in the art world.
Two people exhibited together.
In the afternoon, Meng Sheng talked about this matter with Qiu Yi on the phone.
The extension of the exhibition period is a kind of affirmation for the painter, and Qiu Yi is naturally happy about it.
But the matter of co-exhibiting with Ying Feiting still needs to be considered.
Qiu Yi and Ying Feiting are both outstanding and talented in the art world. In addition, they are a perfect match, one is beautiful and intellectual, and the other is gentle and elegant. No matter from which aspect, both of them are very topical.
Especially last year, the two were photographed by the media having dinner together in France.
The scandal was a hot topic.
If the two of them exhibit together, the fame, reputation and profits of Yisheng Art Museum will increase significantly.
As the curator, Meng Sheng certainly wanted to see this win-win situation, but personally, she didn't really want Qiu Yi and Ying Feiting to come into contact.
She pursed her lips. After the museum closed, she held a small meeting. When she was about to lead the curatorial and layout teams to inspect the four exhibition areas to discuss the settings of the additional paintings, her cell phone suddenly rang with a text message.
[Danger! Ning Weiwei wants to kill someone with a borrowed knife. When you are patrolling, she will deliberately trip Yan Shitong with her foot, and Yan Shitong will accidentally knock you to the ground. ]
Meng Sheng stopped walking immediately.
She just threw some bait casually, and Ning Weiwei took the bait impatiently.
Is this the best friend she mentioned?
How ridiculous.
Her eight or nine years of understanding of Ning Weiwei was completely overturned at this moment.
She had never imagined how cruel and ruthless Ning Weiwei was.
She lowered her eyelids, put away her phone, and walked out of the meeting room.
When they reached the first floor, Meng Sheng paid special attention to where everyone was standing. Qiao Na and Minister Zhou were on her left and right, while Ning Weiwei and Yan Shitong were standing further back.
After about half an hour of inspection, everything was normal. Ning Weiwei did not do anything. After Minister Zhou gave instructions, the people behind him dispersed one by one.
On the way to the elevator, Yan Shitong unknowingly walked behind her. She glanced at Ning Weiwei's position and her heart sank. She was about to distance herself from her, but Yan Shitong suddenly screamed and bumped into her back.
Meng Sheng's pupils shrank, and he lost his balance and fell forward, sitting on the ground in an instant.
Joanna reached out in panic to grab her, but it was too late.
"curator!"
"Shengsheng!"
Several people exclaimed, and Qiao Na, Minister Zhou, and Ning Weiwei behind her rushed over to support her.
Meng Sheng had been alert and on guard during her patrol, but she was still frightened when she was really knocked out.
The moment she fell to the ground, she subconsciously turned sideways and used her hand to cushion the impact, so she didn't suffer too much damage to her body, only slight pain in her arm.
Ning Weiwei hurriedly helped her up from the ground and looked at her with concern, "Shengsheng, are you okay? Are you hurt? Or are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere?"
Meng Sheng was busy touching his abdomen, meeting her anxious eyes, and shook his head with lingering fear, murmuring softly as if to comfort himself, "It's okay, it's okay, it's okay...hiss..."
"What's wrong? Does it hurt anywhere?"
There was a hint of anticipation in her last tone.
Meng Sheng pulled up the sleeve of his shirt, and there was a small purple mark on his elbow.
Watching the hope in Ning Weiwei's eyes fade, she frowned and said, "It hurts."
Seeing that Meng Sheng was safe and sound, with no bleeding from his lower body and no stomachache, Ning Weiwei felt only disappointment and resentment.
Women are most vulnerable during the first three months of pregnancy, and this is also the time when they are most likely to have a miscarriage.
The force with which Yan Shitong hit her just now was not light.
But this did not cause her to show any signs of miscarriage.
"It's all blue. It must be painful."
She was a little annoyed, and her tone sounded a little impatient. She had lost her patience, and a ball of rage that had nowhere to vent surged in her chest, and was instantly directed at Yan Shitong, who was still standing there in a daze.
"Yan Shitong! What on earth do you want to do? Shengsheng is still pregnant, do you want to kill her? If anything happens to her and the baby in her belly, can you bear the responsibility? You..."
Pregnant?
Yan Shitong suddenly came to her senses and gasped.
"I didn't!" She was startled and interrupted Ning Weiwei's reproach, saying excitedly, "Someone tripped me and I accidentally bumped into the curator."
She hurriedly walked a few steps towards Meng Sheng, "Director, I'm sorry. But I really didn't mean it."
Meng Sheng frowned and asked, "Who do you think tripped you?"
Yan Shitong's expression sternly turned, her eyes fixed firmly and angrily on Ning Weiwei, she gritted her teeth, raised her finger and pointed at her, "It was Sister Weiwei, she tripped me!"
Ning Weiwei's heart suddenly clenched, and her beautiful and pure phoenix eyes were filled with disbelief, "Yan Shitong, what do you mean?"
"I saw with my own eyes that you pulled your feet back when I fell, and you were standing next to me, that's you!"
Meng Sheng secretly breathed a sigh of relief. She was worried that the girl would not dare to identify him.
Her face showed just the right amount of shock and sadness, "Weiwei, why...why did you do this?"
After hearing what Ning Weiwei said, she really wanted to slap Yan Shitong's rotten mouth.
She covered up her panic with an innocent look, "I didn't, Shengsheng, please believe me. I'm the future godmother of the child in your belly, how could I bear to hurt it?"
Meng Sheng looked at her and said the word "godmother" without blushing or beating his heart.
There was only anxiety and a hint of feigned pity in his eyes, without a trace of guilt.
Yes, how could someone who could come up with such a vicious plan to cause her miscarriage feel guilty?
Yan Shitong didn't wait for her to express her opinion, and argued with red eyes, "I really saw Sister Weiwei retract her foot, Director, I didn't lie, she tripped me."
Ning Weiwei asked angrily, "Yan Shitong, what are you thinking? Are you trying to sow discord between me and Shengsheng?"
"I'm not trying to instigate you. I'm just telling you the truth. Sister Weiwei, I've been working under you since I entered the art museum. I've always admired and worshipped you. You and I have no grudges against each other, so why did you want to hurt me like this?"
"I hurt you? Who is hurting who now?" Ning Weiwei looked hurt. "I know you blame me and hate me because I scolded you in public yesterday. But you can eat whatever you want, but you can't say whatever you want!"
"Give me a reason to trip you!"
Yan Shitong opened her mouth, not confident, but still insisted, "I don't know! But you were the one who tripped me. Why don't you say that you are resentful that the director cut you off on the day of the exhibition? I heard you and Cheng Xue complain about this matter before! And the director demoted you yesterday. Don't you really have no hatred towards the director?"
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