I turned around and saw Mike's standard European and American male face.

The facial features are three-dimensional like carving knives, fair skin, brown hair and blue eyes, with an aristocratic temperament.

His figure is burlier than Chu Qingchuan, which is the innate advantage of the race, but the smell of perfume on his body makes me a little unbearable.

In order to cover up the body odor and the habit of long-term use, Westerners will use more perfumes.

I sneezed a few times in quick succession, and Mike took an apologetic step back.

Listening to Sinan, he was the chief designer and connoisseur of Tianshu Jewelry before he became the brand director, and he was also awarded the title of royal nobility because of his outstanding contributions in the professional field.

Another talented man.

I looked at him with a smile: "Mr. Mike, it's an honor to meet you. ”

He asked me why I drank fruit juice, was it because the wine here didn't taste good?

I said no, my bosses were all drinking, and I was afraid I would have to send them home.

He complimented me on my understanding and said I was lucky to have an employee like me.

Then he focused his gaze on the painting in front of me.

It was an abstract work by Kandinsky. The Russian-French painter is the theoretical and practical founder of modern abstract art.

"Is Miss Cheng interested in the language of abstract art?" Mike asked with interest.

He really asked, and I answered him very honestly: "I'm not very interested, I'm tired to watch." ”

He was stunned for a moment, then laughed, causing the people next to him to look at us curiously.

I felt embarrassed and asked him politely, is it funny?

"No, no, don't get me wrong. It's that your answer is too direct, and I find it interesting. You were the first to give me such an answer, and the other ladies would give their opinions to a greater or lesser extent, as proof of their artistic accomplishments. It's just you, very frankly. Mike laughed, his teeth white.

Well, I'll admit, my mind wasn't on him, and my eyes were always wandering.

"Mr. Mike's favorite thing is abstract art, and it's understandable that the sun is not interested, not everyone can understand its spiritual connotation, and I can't understand it. A pretty female voice came, and I tilted my head to see that it was Guo Jingxiao, the marketing director of Misair Media.

What she said was quite level, I thought to myself, smiling and looking at her twice.

I haven't forgotten the scene of the last summit forum, compared to Judy, the editor-in-chief of the United States with insufficient brain capacity, this woman is double business online.

And with her is Song Lin, the editor-in-chief of the visual show.

I thought to myself that it was just in time, you like to talk with you and talk to your heart's content, I listened to it anyway.

Besides, I just said that I wasn't interested, and I didn't say I couldn't understand it.

When I was a sophomore year and I was half-dead by abstraction, I was already exhausted by memorizing theories and representative figures. People like me like to stumble, and finally drew a timeline full of two A3 papers, and got the highest score in the whole department in the midterm exam.

I stood by with a smile and listened to their talk, looking left and right from time to time, trying to get out of the way.

"Sunny Sun, what do you think of this work by Malevich?" Song Lin somehow remembered me, at this time she was holding a crystal goblet with her white fingers, shaking the delicate swaying red wine.

I looked at her in amazement, could it be that I was mistaken? Not Kandinsky?

I looked at Guo Jingxiao on the side with my peripheral vision, and she was always smiling on her face, and I couldn't see any change. I thought to myself that she was in the market, and she was not necessarily clear about art genres and representatives.

When I noticed Mike's tangled expression, I understood that Song Lin was wrong.

As the editor-in-chief of a well-known art media, he is timid on professional issues, and he is so confident, he is naturally embarrassed to directly correct Mike, who is quite gentlemanly.

But the person she asked was me and no one else, and I didn't want to say "I don't know" to appear ignorant, nor did I want to echo her mistakes.

It's a real problem.

I looked at the painting intently and thought about what to do.

Song Lin thought that I was thinking hard about preparing for a blockbuster, so she thought about me like a round: "It's okay with the sun, don't force it, I just asked casually, but your art history skills still need to be strengthened, after all, AC is very competitive and demanding, right?"

Alas, I'm thinking about how to help you save face, you're good, you don't know good people's hearts. Then you're welcome.

Do you want to strengthen my art history skills?

I raised the glass in my hand and put it between my lips and said slowly, "In the abstract school, Kandinsky, Malevich and Monterian all embody the clash of spirits through the changes and movements of dots, lines, and planes. I used to confuse Malevich with Monterien, but I was impressed with Kandinsky.

Because he said in his autobiography that his works have a spiritual core, often in the form of circles, although he does not know what it is. And this is the most direct way for me to judge his work. If I remember correctly, this work should be the work of his transition from Fauvism to complete abstraction, with strong feelings, strong color clashes, and already a distinctly personal color. ”

I stared at the picture and talked, but I didn't notice that there were many people standing behind me.

Song Lin had an incredible look on her face, and I could understand that her self-confidence would not allow her to make such a mistake.

Fortunately, only Guo Jingxiao and Mike were there when she was embarrassed just now, and the others didn't hear it, so it wouldn't be embarrassing.

I wasn't interested in making a fool of her in public, so I smiled at Mike and said, "I'll make you laugh." ”

"Song Lin, I'm a layman, but with your professional cultivation, I still believe what you said, this is Malevich's work. Guo Jingxiao looked up at Song Lin.

"Oh, Editor-in-Chief Song's vision will not be wrong, I will also stand with Editor-in-Chief Song. Someone whispered.

But just now this lady was analytically whipped into the inside, oh, isn't this the editor of AC? Her speech in the afternoon was very wonderful, I believe she is also an artistic lady, I have read her columns, the articles are fluent, quoting scriptures, not without connotation. Someone else said.

I especially wanted to look back and see who had praised me so much, but because of the current situation, I had to hold on.

"Abstract works are really difficult to distinguish, and if you don't have a deep theoretical foundation, it's a bit difficult to judge. ”

"Mr. Mike, you must know who the real author is, right?"

Everyone said a word, and the atmosphere was unprecedentedly lively, as if they were discussing some major academic issue.

Many of the guests at the reception were people from the art world, and I naturally didn't believe that anyone could give the right answer except for Mike.

But now, the argument between me and Song Lin has become a confrontation representing the editorial level of the two companies, I am one of the editors in charge of AC, but Song Lin is the editor-in-chief of Visual Show.

Therefore, even if there are other people at the scene who know the real author of this work, they will not come forward to testify.

I've said everything I need to say, and now the problem is thrown to Mike, and it can be seen that he doesn't want to offend anyone.

Song Lin's red lips were pursed, her smile was graceful and elegant, and she was shining with confidence.

There were many colleagues standing beside her, whispering to her, talking and laughing, and smiling.

"I didn't expect anyone to be interested in Kandinsky's autobiography, Cheng Editor has a wide range of interests, no wonder AC can become a leader in the industry, it seems that talents have been poached by Mr. Chu and Mr. Si. "I don't know the man who spoke, but that majestic face is not an ordinary person at first glance.

Objectively speaking, the aura of a leader revealed by him is on par with Chu Qingchuan.

I'm a little curious about the identity of this man. He spoke very interestingly, without naming the author of the painting, but starting from a point in my words, he praised me for my wide range of knowledge. But he wasn't actually praising me, but to highlight the second half of the sentence.

Obviously a superior who doesn't need to compliment others, but deliberately led to AC's talent concept from me, euphemistic praise.

His gaze was on me, slightly bowed, smiling slightly, very gentlemanly, elegant and decent.

At this moment, I felt the scorching temperature of my palm coming from my shoulder, someone patted me on the shoulder, I turned my head and saw that it was Chu Qingchuan, he looked like a boss concerned about his subordinates, and he pretended to be quite similar.

And Sinan and Long Yu also came over and stood beside me.

My heart was at ease all of a sudden.

Chu Qingchuan's black and white pupils were radiant, and his calm eyes swept over the man opposite me, and then fell on Si Nan's face.

Sinan immediately realized: "Our AC is full of talents, don't look at the position of Jiaoyang, but the top students of CAFA are not in vain." With her knowledge and the influence of top art schools, will she not even recognize the works of Kandinsky, the master of abstraction?"

Although they are all editors-in-chief of well-known media, Sinan's status in the circle is one level higher than Song Lin.

This is the result of years of self-improvement and hard work, and even some media bosses have to give him a little thin face.

When everyone heard Sinan say this, they understood who the author was.

Some people in the know smiled knowingly, as if they had watched a wonderful show.

The people present are all human spirits, and there is no need to explain the words, everyone knows who is in trouble.

Song Lin was not brainless, at this time she smiled awkwardly and said, "It's me who is fast-mouthed." ”

Mike resolved knowingly: "Eight out of ten people don't have a clear score, and Editor-in-Chief Song is careless." ”

After he finished speaking, he smiled at me approvingly, and I thought that this would give me a compliment, so I smiled at him as well.

Originally, there was no conflict and unhappiness on the surface, but there were always people who didn't open their minds and wanted to intervene.

Just as the crowd gradually dispersed, Song Lin's female assistant suddenly spoke: "Could this be Cheng Jiaoyang, who was exposed on the Internet a few days ago? If it weren't for someone to protect it, how could he not be fired from the company? ”

She made an ear-to-ear gesture with the people next to her, but the sound was loud enough for those passing by to hear.

Even if the details are not broken, such a reminder still makes many people regain their impression of the recent events.

I felt that someone was starting to look between me and Chu Qingchuan casually.

Just when I was thinking about how to fight back, Long Yu actually walked towards Song Lin, his face was calm but coercive, and he said quietly: "Editor-in-Chief Song, take care of your people." ”

Chu Qingchuan always stood beside me, holding a wine glass in one hand, with an elegant posture.

His calmness affected me, and I didn't feel panicked or nervous at all.

"Mr. Long, in my private time, I can't discipline my subordinates. Song Lin didn't seem to take Long Yu in his eyes.

"Hehe, Long Yu, don't care. Editor-in-Chief Song must have such a popular atmosphere there, and it is no wonder that the professionalism is poor. After all, you can't use one mind for two purposes, and you always concentrate on picking other people's thorns, and you will inevitably have less mind to use on yourself. Chu Qingchuan discussed with Long Yu indifferently, but every word was fine.

When the people who were originally watching the excitement heard this, didn't this also insinuate them by the way? It would be absolutely humiliating to stay any longer, so they should do whatever they wanted.

At this time, a slight applause came: "He is worthy of being at the helm of AC." Hello, Mr. Chu, I am F's sealing fire. ”

As he spoke, he stretched out his right hand to Chu Qingchuan.

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