"You're back?"
"What did Elder Zhu say?"
Gong Jing had just finished taking a shower.
Right now, she's sitting in front of her dressing table, blowing her wet hair.
"The promotion of this policy in the eighteen states still needs to wait."
"This is a matter of great importance. The literary and art association is not a united front, so it is not surprising that there are differences of opinion."
"Of course, it's not targeting Lin Rui."
"This kid is now considered a treasure by many people."
Li Donglai said this as he changed his shoes.
Gong Jing turned off the hair dryer and turned around, lost in thought.
"The outside world believes that the launch of the sea-seizing plan is Li Donglai's way of redeeming himself and re-entering the international market."
"But in reality, you are just a chosen executor."
Gong Jing's gaze deepened.
Li Donglai sat on the sofa in silence for a long time, then shook his head slightly: "There's more bad news than one."
Gong Jing raised her eyebrows slightly, seemingly lost in thought, and said, "Lin Ruijin's second-tier position has also fallen through?"
"right."
"According to what Elder Zhu and Elder Jiang said, taking too big a step is not necessarily a good thing."
"Reaching the level of a third-tier celebrity in such a short time is unprecedented."
Li Donglai's gaze shifted between intensity and subtlety.
He recalled a thought-provoking remark made by Old Zhu before he left.
"Can you help me figure out what Old Zhu meant by that?"
He said that the Li Group's decision to enter the entertainment industry in Xiazhou was excellent, and that they could increase their investment in Xiazhou, especially in real industries, in the near future.
Gong Jing fell into thought.
On the surface, this statement seems perfectly reasonable.
But what kind of person is Master Zhu? Why would he talk to Li Donglai about businessmen pursuing profits without any reason?
Furthermore...
Tonight's topic is closely related to Lin Rui.
Suddenly bringing up business topics also seemed out of place.
In just one minute.
Gong Jing analyzed eight possibilities, and after carefully unraveling the mystery, she looked up.
"Two possibilities."
"First, Elder Zhu wants you to transfer the Li Group to Xiazhou."
"If this possibility holds true, it means that someone has a problem with the Li Group."
"Of course, the possibility is not high."
"But we must also be wary."
Upon hearing this, Li Donglai nodded.
He also had these concerns.
Since the launch of the plan to seize the sea, it has been inevitable that a single move will have far-reaching consequences.
Not everyone is mindful of potential dangers even in times of peace.
The peace and tranquility of the past two decades have made too many people lower their guard and unwilling to take risks.
"And the second point?"
"Next August, that grand event."
Li Donglai's gaze sharpened, and his breathing became rapid: "Isn't the result still pending?"
"As long as the literary and art association is willing to take it on, this matter is a done deal."
Li Donglai suddenly stood up.
He paced back and forth in front of the French windows, his head down.
Combined with the profound hints given by Elder Zhu at the time of parting.
The more he thought about it, the more likely it seemed.
It is held every five years.
The World's Pinnacle Art Showdown!
Abbreviation: World Arts Festival.
Sixty years ago, the Huaxia Art Association held a session.
As the host country, we suffered a complete defeat that year, a national humiliation!
Since then, the Huaxia Arts Association has never held a World Arts Conference again.
Each time, they only send a delegation to participate.
For this reason, Li Donglai never considered this possibility carefully.
He developed a fixed mindset from the moment he was born.
It's rare for the World Arts Association to appear on the land where he was born and raised.
"Can this conjecture stand up to scrutiny?"
Li Donglai looked at Gong Jing with admiration.
With a wife like this, what more could a husband ask for?
"Last year, didn't the Xiazhou Arts Association reveal that next year's Spring Festival Gala would be broadcast live globally?"
"Could this be considered a foreshadowing laid in advance?"
Gong Jing gave her opinion without even thinking.
Li Donglai shrugged.
Good heavens!
A bunch of old foxes, they've really hidden themselves well!
Even his intelligence agency was kept in the dark!
At this moment, Li Donglai was 70% certain.
The China Arts Association has already made plans to hold the World Arts Conference next August!
Next month will be the time when the mystery is revealed.
Li Donglai didn't rest all night.
Instead, he sat at his desk and drafted the next steps for business development in Xiazhou.
…
Two whole days and two nights!
Lin Rui worked tirelessly, without sleep or rest.
At the same time, the "Nymph of the Luo River" painting was also completed up to the eighth volume.
Only one volume left, and then we'll be done!
None of Li Donglai and the others left.
More and more people came after hearing the news.
Without exception, once they arrived here, they all seemed to be possessed and refused to leave.
They were amazed by the unrestrained and flamboyant cursive script of "The Song of the Pipa".
They were awestruck by the dozens of figures in "Ode to the Goddess of the Luo River," each unique in physique and beauty.
He was completely captivated by the painting "Nymph of the Luo River".
Everyone was eager to pull out a magnifying glass and dissect the details of the painting!
Even Yan Zhenhui, who was unwell, rushed to the scene.
Even the aging master painter Chen Kaixi, who had long since retired from the art world, was leaning on his cane, staring intently at "Ode to the Goddess of the Luo River".
For many, this was the first time they had ever seen the true face of Fusheng.
This was the first time I had ever heard of Fusheng's name.
Four more hours passed.
"It's finished!"
With a cheer, Lin Rui threw his paintbrush to the ground.
It took nearly sixty hours.
He finally brought the nine scrolls of "The Goddess of the Luo River" back to the world in their original form!
It was only at this moment that he realized there were quite a few people standing nearby.
Faced with so many eyes, Lin Rui was taken aback and instinctively wanted to hide.
But suddenly, he froze.
He was surprised to find that he remained completely unfazed by the attention of dozens of people.
Lin Rui guessed that the five stress-resistance attributes must have been effective.
"Mr. Lin, this is the food that was just delivered."
"You've been hungry for almost three days."
Chen Bin brought over the dishes.
Lin Rui glanced at them; they were all flavors he liked.
He immediately took the plate of food, and without any hesitation, sat down on the floor and started eating.
Everyone else knew, more or less, that Lin Rui hadn't slept or eaten for two days and two nights.
Therefore, no one went up to disturb them at this moment.
Lin Rui wolfed down his food, then pointed to the poem "Pipa Xing" at the end of the cultural wall and mumbled, "Is there any way to get that poem known in Huazhou as quickly as possible?"
Chen Bin was about to say, "Why don't you just edit it and post it on Weibo?"
If you find it too troublesome, taking a picture will do.
But Chen Bin swallowed his words back before he could say them.
He recalled that the poem's signature was Lin Rui's real name.
Fu Sheng, residing in the two states of Hua and Xia, certainly wielded a terrifying influence.
However, if you use Fusheng's Weibo account to post this, it will easily arouse suspicion.
Of course, this depends on whether Lin Rui wants to reveal his identity.
Based on observation, Lin Rui currently has no such plans.
Fortunately, Chen Bin was quick-witted and came up with more than a dozen solutions in an instant.
Just as they were about to unravel the mystery, Li Donglai laughed loudly, "That's easy! There are so many people here, all of whom are household names in Huazhou. If they post it on Weibo, within an hour, even a three-year-old child will be able to recite a few lines of your poem."
“Fusheng, we’ve had this idea for a while, but we were worried you wouldn’t allow it.”
Many literary figures echoed this sentiment.
They had long wanted to make the calligraphy and paintings on the cultural wall public.
These are all priceless treasures, and they can't wait to share them with the world.
"all right."
"Isn't the point of writing and drawing this to be seen by others?"
Lin Rui's matter-of-fact demeanor left the bigwigs present both amused and exasperated.
What you said makes a lot of sense!
We were being petty!
"Of course, I have a request."
"It concerns my identity; please keep it confidential."
"Make it as easy as possible for outsiders to believe that the author, Lin Rui, is from Washington State."
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