After the meal, Zhang was afraid to say goodbye to Liu Xiaomei's parents and went to the Grand Theater with Liu Xiaomei.

To welcome the Spring Festival, the calligraphy and painting exhibition began at 9 o'clock in the morning, and many entrepreneurs and department leaders came to visit. From this incident, it can be seen how high Long Jianjun's expectations for Long Xiaole are.

said that the preparation of the calligraphy and painting exhibition was handed over to Long Xiaole's company, but in fact, it was mainly to run errands. I don't know what method Long Jianjun used to ask the two professors of the Provincial Academy of Fine Arts to each take out a painting for an exhibition.

These two people are not ordinary professors, they are masters of Chinese painting, and they are high-level talents among high-level talents. Any painting can sell for 400,000 or 500,000 yuan.

The two masters are both known as sealing pens to the outside world, and they usually don't have anything to ask for, and it is rare for idlers to see them, let alone ask for paintings. The paintings of the two masters are truly priceless, and only these two paintings directly raise the level of the entire calligraphy and painting exhibition by several times.

This morning, the exhibition hall was always full, and countless students studying art came in to observe and study. There is no admission fee anyway.

Many collectors from the province also came, some leaders who liked calligraphy and painting also came, and even many people came from the capital.

Compared with the lively scene of the calligraphy and painting exhibition, the concert is really nothing, and it has dropped several notches directly. As for the launch conference of "Chasing Love", few people remember it.

On the way here, Zhang was afraid to receive a call from Gao Fei, saying that he had talked about the house.

Daddy Gao means to look at the house first, there are many houses, you choose by yourself, and then negotiate the price after choosing. After speaking, he added: "Actually, the rent is not important, let's look at the house first." ”

Zhang was afraid that he was very surprised, and said that rich people are so generous?

I would like to express my gratitude to Gao Fei and say that I will see the house tomorrow.

Goofy said he got it and hung up the phone.

Ten minutes later, the two walked into the Grand Theater. The stage was already full of people, and the last rehearsal was taking place, and it was also to check the lighting, sound and other equipment.

Today's teacher is different from yesterday, all of them changed into formal clothes, walked through the process roughly, and posed for photos at the same time.

One use is as a souvenir. One use is publicity, and the school asks someone to shoot it.

After the photos were taken, the teachers changed their clothes and went to the lounge to rest.

Zhang was afraid of being dragged away by Long Xiaole, saying that he would see his brilliant results.

Zhang was afraid that he didn't know anything about the calligraphy and painting exhibition, and when he saw the crowd, he was very surprised and asked: "The calligraphy and painting market is so good?"

Long Xiaole pretended to be mysterious: "It's me who has the ability." ”

Zhang was afraid to say: "You must have the ability. ”

I don't know if this sentence is positive or negative. Just because of the performances of two masters of Chinese painting, a good calligraphy and painting exhibition has become as lively as a vegetable market.

It was so lively that more than two dozen security guards, plus the security guards of the Grand Theater, were all sent here to maintain order. The focus is on a few works from Area A.

The works of two great painters are here, as well as the works of two provincial and ministerial leaders, and a few fine calligraphy and painting works, which make Area A the hottest. Whatever your purpose. You've got you covered here.

Standing at the door and looking in, Zhang was afraid and said, "Go get busy." Don't get into trouble. ”

The voice fell, and there was some commotion on the other side. Long Xiaole immediately rushed over. Zhang was afraid to think about it and followed.

In fact, it's not a big deal, it's just that there are too many people, squeezing each other and rubbing against each other, and there is a teenager who is relatively close to a painting. Raise your hand to paint, learning how to draw. As soon as the people behind him squeezed, he fell forward, raised his hand in the air and swiped down, and the painting hanging on the wall was scratched.

The teenager was terrified. Go back to the perpetrators...... Where can I find this? On the contrary, a security guard came over quickly, looking at the painting, and also watching him.

Long Xiaole squeezed over to look at the painting, then looked at the young man who caused the accident, and said to the security guard: "Take the painting with him to the office." ”

The boy refused to go, shouting, "I am innocent, I was killed, someone squeezed me." ”

Long Xiaole said: "There is a monitoring head, you will know it after a while." ”

The boy then went to the office with the security guard.

Long Xiaole looked at the vacant wall, looked at it for a while, and asked the security guard to put the separation line farther out to avoid the same thing as just now. Especially in Area A, I quickly explained before I went to the office.

In the office, the teenager was very nervous, and he didn't know how to punish himself, but the matter really had nothing to do with him.

Long Xiaole came in to look at him, and then went to look at the painting. It was a painter who had never heard the name, and asked people to find Feng Le, and he sat down in front of the boy and asked, "Which school?"

"Second medium. The boy whispered back.

Long Xiaole said: "Amazing, national key, what grade?"

"Three years old. The boy replied.

Long Xiaole smiled: "I'm not going to study in my third year of high school, and I'm going to come to see painting?"

"Well, I want to be admitted to the United States or Lu Academy. The boy replied.

"Cheng, let's go. Long Xiaole said.

The young man was stunned: "This is leaving?"

Long Xiaole said: "It's not easy to be admitted to the second middle school, study hard, and be admitted to China and the United States next year." Said and smiled: "If you have a conscience, sue me after the entrance examination, and let me be happy." ”

The boy was a little hesitant: "That, you may not be able to get in." ”

Long Xiaole said with a smile: "If you can't pass the test, you won't be able to pass the test, and I didn't force you, okay, let's go." ”

The young man thought for a moment and said, "Can you tell me your phone number? I will definitely be admitted to China and the United States." ”

Long Xiaole casually took out a business card: "Waiting for your good news." ”

The boy asked for a pen and paper again, wrote down his name and phone number very seriously, and said thank you again before leaving.

Zhang Wei stood at the door and looked at Long Xiaole and smiled: "What are you?

"What did you find? Long Xiaole pursed his lips.

At this time, Feng Le entered the door and asked Long Xiaole what was the matter/

Long Xiaole said: "There is a painting that has been damaged, who is the author? ”

"Who broke it?" asked Feng Le.

"A student, I let him go. Long Xiaole replied.

I didn't want Feng Le to be unhappy: "You let him go? How can you let him go? You let him go, what should I do with the painting? Who will pay?" Then he said, "Does Sister Xun know?"

Long Xiaole was stunned, he has been switching identities in the past few days, he is a rich boy for a while, and a senior worker for a while, and he is almost nervous when he tosses it, and when he heard Feng Le's words, he suddenly reacted, he shouldn't be in charge lightly.

Feng Le asked again: "You let the perpetrator go, what should I do with the painting? Who will pay for it?"

Long Xiaole didn't know how to reply, stood up and thought about it, and suddenly pointed at Zhang Wei and said, "He said he would be responsible." ”

Zhang was very innocent: "Okay." ”

Feng Le glanced at Zhang Wei, thought about it and didn't speak, walked to take a closer look before painting, took his mobile phone and started calling.

The author is indeed not famous, but he once had an official position, and he was an old cadre who retired from a bureau in the city, and he was promoted to half a level when he retired, and he was a department-level cadre. The level of cadres in provincial cities is half a level higher than that in prefecture-level cities.

Feng Le made a phone call, the old man was very open-minded, asked what was going on, and said at the time that he would send another painting, and asked if it was too late?

Feng Le was very surprised, and said that he had encountered strange things today, and the troublesome teenager left easily, Zhang was afraid that he had the courage to take responsibility, and the owner of the painting was cooler, so he didn't pursue it at all?

If the world is full of people like that......

Feng Le said a few words into the phone and asked Zhang Wei: "Do you have a car?"

"Nope. ”

"Will it be opened?"

"No, it won't. ”

Feng Le said, "Then take a taxi." As he spoke, he wrote the address, phone number, and name on the paper, and said to hurry up, quickly get a new painting back and hang it, and at the same time wrap up the broken painting and hand it to Zhang Wei.

Zhang was afraid to look at Long Xiaole, so he made a big disdainful gesture and went out with a note and a drawing.

Waiting for him to get into the taxi, Long Xiaole's phone chased over: "I'm sorry." ”

Zhang Wei was curious: "How did you hide from her? Feng Le is so smart." ”

Long Xiaole hurriedly said: "Don't slander the goddess in my heart." ”

"Well, your goddess. Zhang was afraid to ask again: "What the hell is going on with you?

"Let's keep it a secret. Long Xiaole replied.

Zhang Wei smiled and said, "Are you sure you haven't revealed your stuffing?"

"Big brother, can you say something nice?" Long Xiaole said depressedly.

Zhang Wei said: "Don't say anything else, you can take over the calligraphy and painting exhibition, how can you tell her?"

"There is Xun Ruyu, no matter what happens, just push it on her. Long Xiaole said: "Our eldest sister Xun has fallen into the devil, and she doesn't go to the company at all, and she studies the script from day to day, and it means that she wants to win the award." ”

Zhang Wei said: "This is a pursuit, and it is a good thing to have a pursuit." ”

Long Xiaole smiled: "Okay, it's a good thing. From the bottom of his heart, he was more or less dismissive of Xun Ruyu, but there was no need to say it.

Zhang was afraid to say: "Okay, you continue to make up nonsense, hang up." "Press the phone.

The taxi quickly drove to the place, it is the family building of the old eight bureaus, there are a total of four eight-story buildings before and after, the gate of the community is locked, the small door is left, and the door is a security guard.

Zhang was afraid to get out of the car and go inside, but the security guard glanced at him and didn't stop him.

Zhang was afraid to be ready to explain, and he didn't want to use it, so he strode in.

The old man's name is Lin Xiangzhong, a cool surname, who lives on the third floor.

Zhang was afraid to come to the door of the unit and was about to ring the doorbell, when an old man with a painting scroll walked over and asked, "You were sent by Mr. Feng to get the painting, right?"

Zhang was afraid to hurriedly say yes, and handed over the painting in his hand again: "I'm sorry, this is the broken one." ”

"It's fine. Lin Xiangzhong took the broken painting, and then handed over the scroll in his hand: "Hurry back, don't delay the exhibition." ”

Zhang was afraid that he couldn't get used to it, and said that this old man was a little interesting. He was ready to be scolded.

Now that the old man let him go, Zhang was afraid to hurriedly thank him, turned around and ran out.

Lin Xiangzhong also told in the back: "Don't be in a hurry, safety is important." ”

Zhang was afraid that the echo was, and left quickly.

Then I took a taxi back to the Grand Theater, and when I sent the paintings back, I watched the staff hang them up, and Zhang was afraid of squeezing in front of him to look at the paintings, so he had to look carefully and understand. It is always said that the painting is like the person, such a kind old man, the painting must be very good.

It's a pity that I don't understand art, I don't understand the essence of Chinese painting, and the experience of watching it for a while is: the old man painted really well. (To be continued.) )