"Which of these thirty paintings do you like the most?" Chu Jiang suddenly asked.

Liu Xiaoxian glanced at Chu Jiang intriguingly, and said slowly: "There are different favorites in different periods. ”

"I finally got it. Chu Jiang showed a look of sudden realization and nodded.

"What do you understand?" asked Liu Xiaoxian curiously.

"It's no wonder that people who study art always change boyfriend and girlfriend often, it turns out that your aesthetic concepts will be different in different periods. Chu Jiang teased.

"Go!" Liu Xiaoxian rolled her eyes, then stared at Chu Jiang and said with a smile, "Actually, each of us will evolve in terms of aesthetics, but we may evolve a little faster." ”

"Oh. Chu Jiang deliberately showed a look of disappointment, "Then when will you get tired of my aesthetics?"

Liu Xiaoxian glared at Chu Jiang, and also sighed deliberately: "It never started, how can it end!"

While the two of them were flirting, the opening time of the exhibition hall came, and the crowd poured in. There are many people in this corner of Liu Xiaoxian, I don't know if they are appreciating the works or appreciating the beauties, which is different from the beauties of the kimchi country style.

"Isn't this the singer Liu Xiaoman?" said one visitor suddenly.

Hey!

When Liu Xiaoman's fans came, they surrounded Liu Xiaoxian's exhibition room.

"I'm Liu Xiaoman's sister Liu Xiaoxian, don't get me wrong," Liu Xiaoxian had to explain loudly .......

"Isn't this the hero who saved thousands of people in our kimchi country in the art museum last night?" One visitor recognized Chu Jiang, and then many people recognized Chu Jiang, and under Liu Xiaoxian's explanation, the people who gradually dispersed suddenly surrounded them, and the air became more and more suffocating.

"Hero, shall we take a picture together?"

"Hero, sign me, okay?"

"Hero, let's hug, okay?"

……

"Come one by one, everyone come one by one!" Liu Xiaoxian said coaxingly, seeing Chu Jiang secretly roll his eyes.

Since he couldn't escape, Chu Jiang had to fulfill the wishes of many fans one by one, but fortunately, no one proposed to kiss him. If it's a beautiful woman, it's acceptable, but what if it's a man?

Chu Jiang tightened his chrysanthemum when he thought of this, and his expression became a little trance.

After an hour or two, the personnel gradually dispersed, and Chu Jiang sat on the chair exhausted, the first to realize the hard work of being a star.

"It feels fluttering, doesn't it?" Liu Xiaoxian quipped.

"No, tired!" Chu Jiang muttered.

Indeed, when everyone looks at the stars with amazing eyes, have they ever thought that stars with halos actually have many, many ordinary happiness that they can't experience, in fact, they have a tired heart on the outside of their spirits.

It was almost time to close the stall, no, it should be said that it was almost the end of the afternoon exhibition, when a handsome man of about forty years old in a suit and leather shoes walked in.

He walked directly to the front of Liu Xiaoxian's exhibition hall and asked politely: "Our president likes Miss Liu Xiaoxian's paintings very much, and wants to buy a few to go back, is it okay?"

He handed over a business card as he spoke.

Liu Xiaoxian took the business card, and Chu Jiang also took a closer look, it turned out that the manager of a foundation was named Gao Tai.

Gao Tai?

Chu Jiang's mind turned, and it seemed that Nangong Lan's message mentioned Gao Tai, a man who had an unusual relationship with Cui Zhensil, and seemed to have a relationship with Park Yihui.

When Four Eyes sent a message, he deliberately joked: "This Gao Tae should be the little fresh meat shared by Park Il-hye and Choi Jin-sil." ”

"Forty years old, still a little fresh meat?" Chu Jiang complained at that time.

"For a woman in her fifties, isn't forty a little fresh meat?" Nangong Lan countered.

Chu Jiang was finally speechless.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Gao, my paintings are only exhibited, not sold. Liu Xiaoxian smiled faintly and said.

"Or, just sell one, okay?" Gao Tai gave Liu Xiaoxian a charming smile, "Otherwise, I won't be able to explain it when I go back." ”

Liu Xiaoxian pondered for a long time and said, "My paintings are occasionally only sold to people who are destined. ”

"What is a destined person?" asked Gao Tai with a slight smile.

"A man who understands my drawing. Liu Xiaoxian said categorically, "Unless you meet such a person, you won't sell it." ”

"I can offer a high price. Gao Tai didn't believe it, he couldn't buy a painting if he had money, "How about a painting of 2 million Shenzhou coins?"

"......" Liu Xiaoxian did not agree.

"2 million...... 3,000,000 ...... 5 million?" Gao Tai finally raised the price to 5 million Shenzhou coins, which is an extreme price for any living painter.

Gao Tai thought to himself, he should be moved, but when he saw Liu Xiaoxian's face not changing, he knew that he was wrong.

Five million was also a limit for Gao Tai's authority, and in the end he could only sigh heavily.

"If your president really likes my paintings, let your president come in person, as long as you can understand my paintings, as long as the price is not less than 1 million, I will sell them. Liu Xiaoxian saw Gao Tai's pitiful appearance and couldn't bear to say.

"Okay. Gao Tai said helplessly, then walked to the door and made a phone call, and then walked back in.

"Miss Liu, in more than ten minutes, our president will be here, can you wait?" Gao Tai said politely.

"Yes. Liu Xiaoxian looked at the time and readily agreed.

Gao Tai was a little happy to go down to the door of the first floor and wait for his president.

"Sister Liu Xiaoxian, don't you worry about people saying that you are a means of operation. Chu Jiang asked with a smile.

"Do your own thing and let the family talk about it. Liu Xiaoxian replied without hesitation, "This is the minimum ethics of an artist." If you can't even do that, how can you meditate and create!"

"Uh-huh. Hearing this, Chu Jiang nodded again and again, in life, if you always care too much about what others say, you will indeed live a very tired life. It's tiring to live, how can a creator release a free soul?

Go your own way and let others do the talking!

Listen to the flowers bloom and fall, and sit and watch the clouds roll up.

Chat room.

Gao Tai walked in with a luxurious woman, because the woman was well maintained, her actual age was over fifty years old, but she looked like she was in her forties. She wore her long hair in a high bun, giving it a sense of nobility.

"This is our president, Ms. Choi Jin-sil. Gao Tai politely introduced.

Yes!

Chu Jiang almost called out, he still "patronized" her home last night, and he didn't expect to meet today, it was really a coincidence. So Chu Jiang quickly narrowed his eyes and looked at Cui Zhenshi quietly.

"Hello. Liu Xiaoxian said hello lightly.

Choi Jin-sil nodded slightly, and then seemed attracted by a painting.