In the end, Bai Ye couldn't know from Wang Jingzheng's authentic product what the so-called big excitement and grand event was, but he didn't refuse the invitation.

Moreover, he also knew in his heart that Wang Jingzheng's invitation was probably premeditated, and it was definitely impossible to be a temporary decision, so he thought about it and agreed to it.

After that, Bai Ye also had the vision to say goodbye and leave.

After leaving the office building, he asked, "Cao Xiang, do you know what Dean Wang said?"

"I don't know. ”

Cao Xiang shook his head, a little confused: "These days, I have been abroad with you, and I haven't paid attention to any grand events in the industry. ”

"Then go and inquire about ......"

"Oh!"

In the end, the two returned to the hotel, and Cao Xiang didn't inquire about any news.

So the next morning, Bai Ye came to the Beijing Academy of Fine Arts to meet Wang Jingzheng with doubts, and then set off together.

The place to go, it seems to be a bit far, almost two hours to arrive.

White leaves vaguely feel that it seems to be in the suburbs. However, in this part of the capital, there is no suburban statement, and there are high-rise buildings inside and outside the Fifth Ring Road.

Finally, I arrived at the destination, the specific direction, Bai Ye is not clear, but I know that this is a garden with a fresh environment and clear lake water.

It looks like it's still a private garden. Because the gate is heavily guarded, the permission of the insiders is required to let the car in. I don't know if it's a membership system, or if it's an invited guest, it's eligible to set foot in it.

Where is this?

Bai Ye looked curiously, and couldn't help but hear Cao Xiang whisper: "Wanchun Garden." ”

"What?"

Bai Ye turned his head, his eyes full of doubt. Wanchun Garden, what kind of place, in his memory, he did not have this impression.

"This is the garden built by a powerful man in ancient times. ”

Cao Xiang explained: "In ancient times, the capital lacked greenery, and it was very hot in summer, so princes and nobles liked to build manors on the outskirts of the capital to escape the heat. ”

"This Wanchun Garden, I remember that it seems to be a certain foreign relative Xungui, who hired a master garden architect in the south of the Yangtze River with a lot of money, and it took more than ten years to complete the construction. ”

Cao Xiang said slowly: "The garden has a beautiful landscape, even if Xungui later declined, the garden has changed hands several times, and has changed several generations of owners, but the building is well preserved until now, and it has been ...... until now."

"Now, who is the owner of the garden?" Bai Ye asked, knowing who the owner is, maybe he can take advantage of the situation to know what the grand event is.

“……”

Cao Xiang was silent for a moment, this kind of famous garden transaction, often hundreds of millions, or even more than a billion, is impossible to publicize publicly, and it is generally carried out secretly.

He also has no channels to gather information on this.

"Okay, I see. Bai Ye is no longer embarrassed by Cao Xiang, after all, people have already come, and a few more steps will definitely clarify the truth.

When the group got out of the car, a few people immediately came up with smiling faces: "President Wang, you are finally here, everyone is waiting for you." ”

"I'm not late. ”

Wang Jingzheng smiled and said: "What are you waiting for me, today's protagonist is not me." ”

"Hey, who said you weren't the protagonist, where you were old, it's all this ......" One person gave a thumbs up, his smile teeth shining white.

Seeing this, Bai Ye couldn't help but make a sound in his head.

"Just you can talk. Wang Jingzheng smiled and said, "Let's go, go and meet the real protagonist." ”

"Please ...... here," the man hurriedly led the way.

The white leaves followed, and the eyes wandered.

The antique building is not retro, but really ancient.

The bricks, wood, mud and tiles are hundreds of years old, and even if they have been repaired during the period, the general building is still the original appearance.

Brick walls, stone bridges, seemingly smooth pavement, and some small potholes and cracks are the charm left over from the years.

Before Bai Ye had time to sigh, he had already walked through a corridor, and suddenly a palace-like building appeared in front of him.

Heavy eaves of the palace, red and blue pigments, painted with a variety of auspicious patterns, patterns, rendering the palace very noble. The main hall was open, and you could see the lights inside, and many people were chatting and laughing in it.

"Well, here's the president. ”

"Elder Wang!"

"Brother Jingzheng......"

A group of people appeared at the door of the main hall and immediately attracted the attention of everyone in the hall. As the guide said, where Wang Jingzheng appears, even if he is not the protagonist, he cannot be ignored.

Many people raised their hands or called out for greetings.

Some people greeted them directly, and Yan Yan smiled like a warm spring breeze.

Seeing Wang Jingzheng caught in the crowd, Bai Ye and Cao Xiang also took a few steps back in play, giving up enough positions to not block the path of others.

At this moment, the two finally knew what the so-called grand event was all about. I saw that it was in the main hall, which was divided into two floors. One of the wings, orderly distribution, connected with the hall, formed a different space.

On the walls of these spaces, calligraphy and paintings are either hung or things are displayed. Looking at the participants, their words and deeds are full of the atmosphere of artists.

That is, this should be a, an internal exchange meeting.

"The artists in the capital are basically here, right?" Bai Ye glanced at it, and roughly calculated, there were at least hundreds of people here, and fortunately, the space of the main hall was open enough, otherwise it would not be able to accommodate so many people.

"There are names and surnames, and they are basically here. ”

Cao Xiang's breathing was also a little short, and he said softly: "Beijing circle...... No, I should say that the best people in the industry are almost here. To put it mildly, if a bomb falls, the art industry will be set back at least twenty years......"

"It's not that exaggerated. ”

Bai Ye said with a playful smile: "Ten years at most...... Or five or six years. Don't doubt the blood transfusion and hematopoietic capabilities of the major art academies. Maybe these people are gone, and the industry is more likely to explode with amazing energy, and talents are like a blowout, and there is an endless stream. ”

“…… On this occasion, you should be careful and don't joke. For Bai Ye's unobstructed mouth, Cao Xiang felt a little headache.

The point is, he even felt in his heart that Bai Ye's words seemed to make sense......

Stop, don't think about it anymore.

Cao Xiang settled down and quietly introduced: "The old man with a white beard and cloth shoes is a master of contemporary calligraphy and Zhang Sheng, who is known as a modern calligraphy saint." That middle-aged uncle with a white face and a thin appearance is a master carver known as a ghost hand......"

He introduced them one by one, and everyone he pointed out was a big man in the industry, making Bai Ye feel "like thunder".

As he spoke, Cao Xiang's eyes also showed a strong suspicion: "Hey, some people are not from the Beijing circle, their studios are basically scattered all over the place, why are they neatly unified today, and they are all gathered here?"

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