Rong Qian put in a lot of effort to successfully organize her art exhibition.
Although you can choose the location for your exhibition, Jingcheng Art Museum is the place that all painters dream of. It is an exhibition center directly run by the painting society.
Only experienced or exceptionally outstanding painters are qualified to hold exhibitions there.
The most important thing is that the consent of the president of the painting world is needed, which is Ling Feng's approval.
Rong Qian submitted her application, but it was rejected, which was not surprising. So she had to choose another location for the exhibition, but she received a call from Ling Feng, who said, "Come to my office to talk about the exhibition."
"It was rejected." Rong Qian said.
"Considering that we still have some friendship, I can consider it." Ling Feng's tone was a little condescending, but still gentle.
Rong Qian's heart moved a little. She thought about it, looked at her watch, and found that it was still early, so she said, "Okay, I'll come over now."
As it was getting close to getting off work, the office staff in the exhibition left one after another, but Ling Feng was still waiting for Rong Qian in the office. He was still a little curious about how she was doing recently.
But Rong Qian was not curious about him. She just wanted to settle the matter of the art exhibition. As soon as she walked to the door of Ling Feng's office, she heard her cell phone ringing. It was An Yan calling. She asked, "Where are you now?"
"I'm going to find Ling Feng to discuss the art exhibition. He said there's still room for discussion." Rong Qian told An Yan everything.
An Yan said, "I know. I'll come right away." After putting down her phone, she said to Li Rongsen, "Let's go to Ling Feng's office." She turned to look at Yan Qingqiu and asked, "Where are you going? We still have some business to do."
"Now it's time to eat."
"You can go back to my master's place to eat, and give this to them and ask them to serve it." An Yan said as she took out a small triangle and handed it to Yan Qingqiu.
Yan Qingqiu took it and said, "Okay, drop me off at the intersection."
"Just spend the money I give you. What kind of man's dignity do you still need to talk about in front of me? Go to the supermarket to buy some food and bring it to my master. Don't let my dad go to the supermarket anymore." An Yan reminded him.
"Hey, I'm your little follower." Yan Qingqiu frowned, looking reluctant, and said, "You should find a city slave, and let him do all these jobs in the future."
"Shut up, or I won't care about you." An Yan pretended to be angry and scolded him.
Li Rongsen felt a little embarrassed when he heard the word "city slave", but he actually didn't know what the scope of the so-called city slaves was, so there was no need to think about it anyway.
Anyan clearly said that she didn't need city slaves.
Yan Qingqiu got off the car at the intersection and watched Li Rongsen's car drive away. He thought that he should repay him in some way. He had just protected her so much. He was very loyal and responsible.
Li Rongsen didn't take it to heart. He said, "I think Rong Qian shouldn't have gone to find Ling Feng. He has a lot of bad intentions. Who knows what he's going to do."
"We'll know when we get there." An Yan signaled him not to be too anxious.
Rong Qian was already sitting in Ling Feng's office.
Ling Feng asked: "How are you doing recently?"
"Very good." Rong Qian did not look directly at Ling Feng. She did not want to look him in the eye. It was inevitable that she would think of some past events, but now she felt sick when she thought about them again.
The more you loved it at the beginning, the more you hate it like garbage today.
"I agree to let you hold the exhibition. Let them transport all the paintings here. It will open at 8 o'clock tomorrow morning." Ling Feng told her generously and calmly.
Rong Qian seemed a little bit unconvinced. She asked, "You had always disagreed, but why did you agree today? Do you want me to pay a price?"
"Are you willing to pay?" Ling Feng asked her.
"I'm not willing to give even a little bit more for you." Rong Qian told him simply and bluntly.
"With your current painting level, no one will buy your paintings. I'm generous and let your dream be shattered. It can be considered as a good deed, so that you won't be so overestimating your own abilities." Ling Feng simply looked down on Rong Qian.
"I will pay the rent." Rong Qian said.
"Five million." Ling Feng told her.
"It doesn't need to be so expensive. The painting club has written regulations." Rong Qian frowned. She knew he had bad intentions.
"Five million is too much?" Ling Feng smiled and said, "Are your paintings not worth that much?"
"Whether it's worth the money or not, there's no need to give it to you."
"You have to think carefully. If your first exhibition is held in the art gallery of the painting club, your status will be different." Ling Feng was not in a hurry. He reasoned with her and said, "What's the point of holding it somewhere else? Aren't you going to surpass me?"
Rong Qian pursed her lips and said nothing.
Ling Feng added: "I will also hold an art exhibition tomorrow. Let's have a competition. What do you think?"
"What do you mean?" Rong Qian frowned.
"The art gallery is divided into two halves, one for each person, you have half and I have half. Let's see how many people appreciate you, or appreciate me, so that you can see the facts clearly." Ling Feng smiled at her, his smile full of sarcasm.
"I agree."
There is no wrong version in the 1619 book forum!
The person who said these three words was not Rong Qian, but An Yan. She strode in and said to Ling Feng: "I think your idea is really great."
"He wants five million." Rong Qian said to An Yan.
"That's good. Your appetite is not too big. Even if it costs 50 million, I can afford it. One of your paintings is worth more than 50 million." An Yan said with a smile. She saw Ling Feng's expression clearly.
He was a little annoyed, and even spoke faster, saying: "Based on her, what does she know? What can she draw? Let alone 50 million, even 500 yuan should be worth it."
"It's not up to you to decide how much it's worth. We'll see tomorrow." An Yan had no worries at all.
But Rong Qian lacked confidence. Although An Yan had always said that her paintings were comparable to Ling Feng's, she still had no confidence. What's more, tomorrow would be her first art exhibition and she might end up embarrassing herself.
But An Yan was more confident than her. She gave Rong Qian a reassuring look and said, "Let's take another gamble, how about that?"
"What's the bet?"
"Tomorrow we'll see whose painting sells for the highest price. The loser will have to pay three times the other party's highest price as compensation."
"Are you crazy?" Ling Feng laughed.
"Just tell me whether you dare or not." An Yan only cared about this matter.
"Do you think I'm stupid? You can just ask someone to do something secretly and deliberately raise the price of her paintings." Ling Feng was a little disdainful. He was also an old hand, how could he fall into someone else's trap so easily.
"Well, your wife should be on your side, right?" An Yan asked him.
"Of course."
"In that case, if she buys a painting from Rong Qian tomorrow and says that her painting is better than yours, you should give up your position obediently."
"What a joke." Ling Feng sneered. He thought An Yan was really funny.
An Yan said: "Why, you don't even dare to gamble like this? Shan Shuluo is your wife."
Ling Feng thought she was crazy and said, "You will kill Rong Qian, why do you want her to go out and embarrass herself? You know it's impossible. Shu Luo and I love each other very much. She listens to whatever I say. Are you mentally ill?"
"I know what I'm talking about."
"Okay, since you want to die, I'll grant your wish." Ling Feng agreed, and then said to Rong Qian, "I told you not to be with this woman. She has mental problems."
Rong Qian gnashed her teeth and scolded him: "You are the one with mental problems, your whole family is insane."