For Zhong Ruishan, being able to become the queen makeup artist of Jenny, the queen of love songs, is definitely an affirmation of his skills, but there is also one trouble, that is, the jealousy and exclusion from other colleagues in the makeup studio. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

As a newcomer, he always has to face this or that praise and disapproval, and Zhong Ruishan doesn't want to endure it anymore.

"Jenny, can you lend me 500,000 yuan, and I'll pay you back at this time next year." Zhong Ruishan asked softly while putting on Jenny's makeup.

Dai Yuhan glanced up at Zhong Ruishan, and asked with a smile: "What, the people in your studio are talking about you again?" ”

Zhong Ruishan rolled his eyes and replied, "I don't care what they say, I just want to open my own studio, so that I don't have to fight with these unqualified people all day long." Tell me first, can you lend it to me? ”

"Of course you can, I didn't propose that you go out on your own before, just to see if you can get along peacefully with your colleagues, if not, then we don't have to force it." Dai Yuhan comforted.

"Oh, great, you're funny. I've asked all about this, and you, a little rich woman, are willing to give generously. With that, Zhong Ruishan put down the stucco in his hand and gently slammed Dai Yuhan's shoulder.

"Then, I'm going to choose a good corner, and when I open, you'll definitely come and cut the ribbon for my platform."

"Okay." Dai Yuhan's eyes were slightly closed, very relaxed.

Wei Ziran's psychiatrist did not show any particular surprise at his patient's suicide after hearing Xin Ye and Fat Zhang's statements.

"This is a related case of Wei Ziran, you can take a look."

Xin Ye took the case and turned a few pages, and the description of the situation in it was not very optimistic.

"We learned from Wei Ziran's students that this person is usually quite optimistic, but there is still some abruptness in committing suicide so suddenly."

In the face of Xin Ye's questioning, Dr. Hu Haodong shook his head helplessly and replied: "There is nothing strange about this, many patients with serious mental illness can pretend to be calm on the surface, and the years are quiet. ”

Seeing that Dr. Hu's daily work was busy and there were more customers who made appointments, after learning some about Wei Ziran, Xin Ye and the fat man Zhang left in a funny way.

"Is it really that we are thinking too much, and this is just an ordinary suicide? It's not a superpower at all. Sitting in the police car, the fat man Zhang muttered to himself with some confusion.

Xin Ye didn't answer immediately, he thought about it and asked, "Fatty, don't you think you've heard of Wei Ziran's wife's name somewhere?" ”

"Ruan Yifei?"

"Yes." Xin Ye nodded in response.

The fat man Zhang thought about it for a while and said, "When we were eating at Minghao Seafood Restaurant that day, the painting that the boss Luo Xiang bought from Bai Ruolan is not Ruan Yifei's masterpiece, what is it called?" ”

Just when the fat man Zhang was meditating, Xin Ye said: "The Harvester of Autumn." ”

Hearing Xinye's prompt, the fat man Zhang immediately clapped his hands and said, "Yes, that's the name." Listen, there is a lot of art. ”

While he was talking, Xin Ye had already parked the police car near Bai Ruolan's gallery.

"Are we coming to Yilan Pavilion?" The fat man Zhang asked with some puzzlement.

"Well, let's see what Bai Ruolan is doing."

"Isn't Bai Ruolan the major shareholder of Xiongye Group, why is she still nesting in her own gallery and not going out to socialize."

For the fat man Zhang's incomprehension, soon, the party Bai Ruolan gave the best explanation: "Now my mother is much higher than me in the group, she is like a fish in water, I think if I don't interfere, she is quite happy." However, if I participated, she would be afraid to think about it. Anyway, at present, I don't have the leisure to mix in the complicated situation in the group, so let my mother help me sort out my thoughts first, and it will not be too late for me to go out of the mountain. ”

"What about Bai Zechuan?" Faced with such a tragic role, Xin Ye still cared a little unbearably.

Bai Ruolan glanced out the window and said, "Although Bai Zechuan and I are not related by blood, I still want to thank him, as a fake son, for bringing my father countless happy times. In order not to owe each other, I left him a company and two apartments, if he works hard, he will definitely be able to create value, but if he still has a tendency to lose, then he can only go to his biological father Yuan Hudong to ask for money. ”

The fat man Zhang Huan stepped forward with a smile and asked, "Then has Yuan Hudong taken in Liu Hui's mother and son now?" ”

Bai Ruolan shook her head and replied: "It seems that there is none, with Yuan Hudong's personality, he must protect himself first and then talk about anything else." At present, the entire group is talking about his relationship with Bai Zechuan, and he does not admit that he is Bai Zechuan's biological father. Under such great pressure from public opinion, how could he take Liu Hui to live with him, isn't that a self-confession. ”

Bai Ruolan's thorough analysis caused the fat man Zhang to sigh and sigh.

"But you two didn't come to my gallery today just to get a glimpse of all this mess in my house, did you?" Bai Ruolan took a sip of coffee and asked with a smile.

Xin Ye waved his hand and said, "No, I came mainly to learn from you about Ruan Yifei's situation." ”

In fact, as soon as she saw the newspaper this morning, Bai Ruolan knew that her painting friend Ruan Yifei's husband had committed suicide by jumping off the building. The moment Xin Ye and the fat man Zhang stepped into their gallery, Bai Ruolan knew that the two of them must have come to her side for the investigation of the case.

"Wait for me." With that, Bai Ruolan stood up, walked to the side of the clerk Panda, muttered a few words, and then turned around and walked back.

"To be honest, in fact, I am not very familiar with this Ruan Yifei. After all, I'm a profitable place here, and every once in a while, there will be painting friends who come to me to sell paintings on consignment, and there will also be people who will come to choose paintings. Therefore, I can only roughly remember that this Ruan Yifei is a quiet person, she doesn't have too much idea about the price or anything, all decisions are based on what advice I give, and she accepts what advice. ”

As he spoke, Panda had already hung a new oil painting prominently in the exhibition area.

Xin Ye glanced at the painting and asked with a smile: "What, do you want to hype Ruan Yifei?" ”

Bai Ruolan snapped her fingers and said, "You found out." However, Ruan Yifei is not a prolific writer, and I only have this copy of "Minecraft" in my hand now. ”

Xin Ye stepped forward and carefully admired the entire painting. Although the whole picture in front of him looked very quiet and peaceful, Xin Ye always felt an indescribable sense of depression enveloping his heart. He frowned and asked, "Do you think this painting makes people feel uncomfortable?" (To be continued.) )