Chapter 143 Co-organizing an Art Exhibition
Ling Feng thought he was magnanimous and didn't want to argue with them, so he turned sideways and waved at them.
An Yan pulled Rong Qian out of the office.
Rong Qian saw Li Rongsen waiting outside, and she said, "Brother, you're here too."
"How was your conversation?"
Rong Qian immediately looked worried. She said to An Yan, "An Yan, weren't you too harsh just now? That's his wife. How could she buy my paintings?"
"Don't worry, there's nothing to worry about. I'll take care of everything." An Yan told her not to be too scared and asked her, "Have you decided where to eat dinner?"
"I don't know where to go. Where are you going to eat?" Rong Qian looked at Li Rongsen again.
Li Rongsen said, "I can handle anything. It depends on where you want to eat."
"I have to ask them to move all the paintings into the museum first. This has to be done tonight because the museum has to open early tomorrow morning." Rong Qian told them.
"We'll come together to help later. Let's find a restaurant nearby and have a simple meal." An Yan said and motioned Rong Qian to go downstairs with her.
Rong Qian nodded, and she went downstairs with An Yan.
Li Rongsen followed behind them and made a phone call. He wanted Nissen to call two people to come and help.
There aren't many entertainment and dining options near the painting club. There's only a Chinese-Western hybrid coffee shop across the street. Although it primarily sells coffee, it also offers Chinese and Western meals.
An Yan casually ordered a rice bowl and a drink, and then saw Rong Qian and Li Rongsen did the same as her, but they also picked a few more snacks.
Rong Qian still felt uneasy. She said to An Yan, "An Yan, the more I think about it, the more I feel something is wrong. There's no reason for his wife to want to buy my paintings, saying that my paintings are better than his. We'll lose a lot of money soon, and he'll be proud of himself instead. This won't do. I can't let him be proud. I can't lose face in front of him."
An Yan gave her a reassuring smile and said, "Don't let your imagination run wild. I never do anything I'm not sure of. Just eat your meal peacefully, and then set up the painting club. That's all."
"Half of it is his painting, and half is mine. It feels so ironic." Rong Qian sighed, thinking that she had made such a joke with Ling Feng a long time ago. She wanted to hold an art exhibition with him, half of it would be him and half of it would be herself.
Li Rongsen had heard her thoughts and said, "Just listen to An Yan. I believe her."
Rong Qian looked at Li Rongsen's face and said, "I haven't seen you guys much recently. Where have you two been?"
"I'm going to work." Li Rongsen said.
"I'm doing my job." An Yan took a sip of ice water first.
Rong Qian said, "I've been painting and looking for a place to hold an exhibition, so I haven't been to the dance studio lately." She added, "I also wrote a lot of invitations and invited a few friends to come to the exhibition and show my support."
"Okay." An Yan nodded.
"I heard Bai Shichen is back, and I'd like to invite him to the exhibition, too." Rong Qian said as she took out an invitation from her bag and handed it to Li Rongsen, saying, "Can you deliver it to me tonight?"
"I'll have Nissen send it over later." Li Rongsen replied.
Rong Qian felt that this was not a good idea, so she quickly said, "No, you have to send it off in person."
Li Rongsen smiled and finally nodded.
"Originally, I was supposed to deliver it myself, but I don't think I can do that tonight. I have to move the paintings and set up the venue." Rong Qian took a sip of water as she spoke, and then added, "I have to show some sincerity."
"I thought you had all seen it." Li Rongsen said, remembering that Rong Qian loved to follow behind Bai Shichen and play when she was a child.
Rong Qian said, "I don't have much time, and he's also very busy. He's currently managing a rice field."
"What does he do? A rice farmer?" An Yan asked. She had not yet gotten to know Bai Shichen in detail.
"He graduated from an agricultural university and can grow all kinds of fruits, melons and vegetables. He's very talented." Rong Qian hurriedly explained to her.
An Yan nodded, thinking that this major was quite good. Maybe she would ask him for advice in the future.
The waiter brought the food, gave a brief introduction and then left.
An Yan started eating the salad first and said, "It tastes pretty good."
Li Rongsen and Rong Qian also started to move the spoons.
This cafe also has a TV wall installed, and An Yan and the others' seats are perfect for watching TV, which is probably convenient for watching games like the World Cup.
At this time, I saw a video on TV showing a small coastal town being hit by a storm. Many places were flooded, and there were also landslides, which almost buried all the houses.
Anyan said: "I hope the rain will stop soon."
"The coastal areas are always affected by typhoons. Maybe it will be over tomorrow." Li Rongsen didn't take this matter too seriously. He thought it was just a storm.
But in fact everyone thinks so. After all, there are many typhoons in coastal cities, and everyone is used to it.
Someone turned off the TV, so no one was watching it and just focused on eating.
Rong Qian answered a phone call and then started eating as if she was at the market.
An Yan gestured for her to drink a sip of the drink, and then asked, "What's wrong? Why do you suddenly want to eat so fast?"
"The workers called and said the paintings will be here soon. I have to eat quickly. I can't leave them waiting at the door." Rong Qian answered her.
"It's okay to wait a moment. We'll give them some extra money later. It's not easy for you to digest the food like this." An Yan motioned her to slow down.
Li Rongsen also said: "That's right, eat slowly."
"I have to go and set up early." Although Rong Qian's favorite thing was not painting, she was very serious about this matter. Besides, she wanted to beat Ling Feng. She added, "Ling Feng will also send his paintings over later. I also want to see what he makes. He has put up a few paintings. I can't lose to him."
"Don't worry, you can't lose." An Yan found that she was still nervous.
But Rong Qian couldn't let it go. After she finished eating, she was the first to run back to the painting society's art gallery, and she also saw the people arranged by Li Rongsen coming over.
Nissen came up and asked, "Ms. Rong Qian, what do you need us to do now?"
"Just be responsible for moving the painting in. Be careful and don't damage it." Rong Qian signaled them to lift it carefully.
At this time, another car stopped and someone took down many paintings from it. They were Ling Feng's paintings, and they were carried into the museum one by one by several people.
A man in a black suit came over and asked, "Excuse me, who is Ms. Li Rongqian?"
"I am." Rong Qian responded quickly.
"The first floor is your exhibition area, and the second floor is President Ling's exhibition area. Please don't arrange it in the wrong place." Although the man was polite, he had a condescending air.
Rong Qian didn't bother with him, nor was she interested in knowing his identity. After all, he was someone sent by Ling Feng. She nodded and said, "I understand."
"Okay." After the man said that, he began to direct the workers to move all the paintings to the second floor and told them to arrange them one by one.
Rong Qian sneered, thinking that Ling Feng was really an interesting person. He chose a place that was higher than her and insisted on suppressing her.
"Have the paintings been delivered?" An Yan asked as she walked in with Li Rongsen.
"They've all been delivered. Let's start arranging them now." Rong Qianyin answered her, and then said, "Ling Feng's paintings are on the second floor, and mine are on the first floor."
An Yan looked up at the second floor and found that many people were busy there, while Rong Qian's painting was carefully lifted up by Nissen and others.
Li Rongsen said, "We'll lock the door later to prevent anyone from deliberately tampering with it."
(End of this chapter)
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