Miss you
"I've washed it." Xia Tangyue leaned lazily on the pillow and winked slyly: "What's wrong, what do you want to do?"
Wen Zheng stared at her silently, his eyes burning. Feeling what he meant, Xia Tangyue's cheeks flushed: "You're still in the meeting!"
"They can't see and can't understand Chinese," Wen Zheng said.
The foreign executives sitting on both sides of him had different expressions. They guessed that the boss must have made some important decision since he was on the phone for so long. They all held their breath and waited for Wen Zheng's next instruction.
"Be good and show it to your brother." Wen Zheng coaxed in a low voice. The male executive who was close to him heard his gentle tone and almost dropped the coffee cup in his hand. His pupils dilated like an earthquake and he exchanged a look of surprise with his colleague opposite him.
BOSS has such a gentle side?
"Humph." Xia Tangyue raised his eyebrows proudly.
"No, I won't." She even pulled her bathrobe higher on purpose.
"It's not a bargain for you! Who told you not to come back and accompany me?"
Wen Zheng used his index finger to gently touch Xia Tangyue's chest on the screen: "Brother misses you..."
Xia Tangyue blushed and pursed her lips, almost softening her heart.
"No, this is your punishment." She said firmly: "Just work hard."
She hung up the chat in one breath.
He always breaks his promise to find time to come back and see her, but it's been almost half a month and there's still no sign of him.
The more he thought about it, the more depressed he became. Xia Tangyue simply typed "My brother is a big liar" in the dialog box and sent it.
Wen Zheng: "You disobedient child, I will deal with you when I get back."
Xia Tangyue: "Grizzly bear sticking out tongue GIF"
Wen Zheng: "Bear Hug GIF"
Xia Tangyue got up from the sofa, went to Wen Zheng's room, got into his bed, covered himself with his quilt, and a familiar smell rushed into his nose.
She couldn't just sit there and wait for death. She had already experienced Li Cang's methods of punishing her, and now she had to find a breakthrough.
But she is just an unknown curator...what should she do?
Although Li Cang has a certain reputation in the business world, he is not in the art circle after all, and there are always things that he cannot reach. What she needs to do now is to increase her own popularity, enhance her commercial value and industry influence, and attract more artists and capital to cooperate with her.
After all, who can resist money?
As long as she can bring benefits to others, Li Cang's ban is almost meaningless.
Today, her Paper Art Museum is backed by Zhu International and has Zhu Shang to protect her. The situation is no longer as passive as before, but this is far from enough. If she does not have irreplaceable curatorial value, she may still be besieged by Li Cang.
What to do?
Xia Tangyue tossed and turned while holding the quilt.
Wen Zheng’s quilt was made of silk, and every inch of the fabric was filled with his scent. She unconsciously held the soft bear pillow in her arms, as if he was still by her side.
"hiss--"
The wound was pulled, Xia Tangyue half sat up and adjusted the gauze on his knee.
The pain from the wound made her unable to sleep, and finally she just leaned against the bedside and watched short videos on her phone.
Why!
etc.
What just passed by?
"Perla International Art Curator Elite Competition"
Competition positioning: The ultimate testing ground for the world's top art curators, creating "Nobel-level" honors in the curatorial world.
This competition is initiated by JPMorgan Art Capital. Registration requirements include: a letter of recommendation from a top international art museum, multinational cultural foundation, or luxury brand art project manager; or proof that the total budget of past curatorial projects is ≥ RMB 30 million.
Competition Rewards: The winning curatorial proposal will have the opportunity to tour the world's top five art venues. During the tour, the organizers will bear all the costs of exhibition venue rental, work transportation, security, and publicity and promotion, and make every effort to ensure the smooth progress of the exhibition, so that the winner's artistic concept can reach art lovers and professionals around the world.
Wow!
Oh my god!
It was a competition tailor-made for her!
If she wins, she will instantly become famous.
Sign up quickly! Sign up quickly!
result--
She didn't meet the registration requirements and couldn't register.
In the past, she had never curated a project with a budget of more than 30 million...
Besides, she didn’t know any of these institutions, so how could she ask them to write letters of recommendation?
Xia Tangyue was in a dilemma.
Are we going to let such a good opportunity slip away?
She got out of bed, dragged her injured leg to the computer, and carefully checked the authenticity of the competition. After confirming that it was officially organized, she entered the full name of Zhu International and clicked on the official website. At the top was a big title - Member of the Global Top Antique Dealers Alliance.
It's settled.
For the next two days, Xia Tangyue didn't even leave the house. He ordered takeout and worked on the plan at home every day.
She wanted to write down her ideas and give them to Zhu Shang, asking him to help her get a place in the competition from the organizing committee.
By the time she left with the plan, it was three days later. The wound on her leg had scabbed over and was a little itchy, but it didn't affect her walking.
Zhu Shang received her in his office. While he was reading the documents, Xia Tangyue hesitated for a while before slowly speaking: "Brother Zhu Shang, there are only ten places for the competition. I really need your help."
Zhu Shang nodded: "It's just a greeting, I'll do it for you later. But why do you suddenly want to participate in the competition?"
"Uh..." Xia Tangyue raised his eyebrows in embarrassment and touched his lips: "I scolded Li Cang, and he said he would ban me."
"What did you scold him for?"
"Old scumbag."
“Hahahahahahahaha—”
Zhu Shang laughed so hard that he lost his image. He leaned on the leather seat in a suit and tie, and his tie slipped to one side of his shoulder. He wiped the tears from his laughter and said, "Li Cang has never been scolded like this in his life. Sister, you are really a tiger. I admire you."
Knock knock.
There was a knock on the door.
"Come in."
The person who came was Zhu Shang's secretary. He looked at Xia Tangyue with a bit of embarrassment, then whispered something to Zhu Shang.
Zhu Shang nodded slightly, motioned for the secretary to leave, then looked at Xia Tangyue: "Li Cang sent someone to say hello."
Xia Tangyue suddenly became nervous, and his fingers were twisted together, and his knuckles turned bluish-white.
Zhu Shang chuckled, "I haven't said anything yet, why are you so nervous? Don't worry, you are Wen Zheng's sister, so you are my sister. I promised him that I would help take care of you. I will get you the place you want in the next two days."
"But..." Xia Tangyue was uneasy: "Won't you offend Li Cang by doing this?"
Zhu Shang carelessly crossed his legs on the table and tilted his head to look at Xia Tangyue: "He has no background in the art circle. He is just relying on his halo in the business world to scare people. Would our Zhu family be afraid of him? What a joke!"
"Besides, your brother's 'palace fight' in the United States has achieved some initial success, and Li Cang won't be able to jump around for much longer."
"Don't worry, your brother will support you even if the sky falls. Just do whatever you want."
Speaking of this, Xia Tangyue asked: "Brother Zhu Shang, I want to find a painting, Lin Zhou's "Night Rain on Wutong", do you have a channel here?"
"Lin Zhou? It's a bit difficult. Most of his paintings have been taken away by others. The remaining ones are in museums and are not circulated at all."
"It's like this. A friend of mine said that the last time Lin Zhou's paintings appeared was in Hong Kong. I wonder if you have any connections in Hong Kong. Can you help me find out?"
Zhu Shang curled his lips and said, "Hong Kong, I went there a few times to discuss business, but I didn't make many friends. I'm not used to that place. The streets are full of people speaking Cantonese, which makes my head hurt. The worst thing is their boiled chicken, there's blood oozing out of the bones."
“I see…”
After leaving Zhu Shang, Xia Tangyue sat in the car in a daze, thinking carefully whether she had any friends in Hong Kong who could help her find out.
The phone screen suddenly lit up, interrupting her thoughts.
He Ruicai: "I'm at the Paper Art Museum. Are you there?"
Xia Tangyue replied casually: "No, what do you want to talk to me about?"
"It's okay, I just wanted to ask if your injury is better."
"Much better now, thank you."
"I've found a clue about the painting you asked me to find last time. How about we talk in person?"
Xia Tangyue was slightly surprised.
I didn't expect that He Ruicai was so capable. He could figure out a problem that Zhu Shang had no idea about in just three or four days.
She quickly replied: "Then please wait for me in the museum. I will be back soon."
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