Seven. eccentric

"I'm just here to join in the fun. And I'm not familiar with you, it's a public place, so I'd like to ask you to respect who you are. I dodged Su Yang's approaching body, changed my posture and said, "In addition to the company's employees, there are people with heads and faces who come in and out here, you won't embarrass me in front of these people, right?" I don't think you're such a shallow person. What's more, you still want to establish a glorious image in front of the public, don't you? ”

Su Yang was stunned for a moment, and said with an evil smile on his face: "What you said is right, no matter what, I am now a well-known entrepreneur in the city, and you are also a celebrity, if others see us together, I am afraid that there will be not very good rumors, although I would like to turn those rumors into facts." However, this is not the place where you should stay, and you shouldn't interfere in the affairs of the Zhu family. I advise you not to get yourself into trouble. ”

"What do you know? You don't have anything to do with their family, do you? I was stunned for a moment, Su Yang was definitely not so kind. At least he might know something.

But in exchange for Su Yang's slight smile, he shook his head and said, "I'm not sure either, I've just heard some rumors." Zhu Meng and his wife are the most low-key rich people I have ever met, unassuming. But their son is different, you see Zhu Jiayou is like a flower butterfly, walking through the crowd, his mind is more flexible than anyone else, and there are many girls around him. You have to be careful, he won't let go of any girl in front of him...... Whether it will be the trouble he has incurred, it's hard to say. They won't really leave the troubles they encounter to you, right? ”

I didn't deny it, and I hoped to get more news from Su Yang's mouth, but I didn't expect a strange expression to flash on his face: "It seems that you can't destroy the mystery too much, there are some things, you better watch and deal with them yourself, you have to find something to do to make your brain spin, right?" Well, since it's something you decide to do, it will definitely not change. It seems that I can't say anything more. ”

"What is the relationship between Xiao Ya and the Zhu family? Did you understand? "I certainly won't let go of this opportunity. Su Yang is more complicated than I imagined, but I am afraid that he also saw through the overall situation earlier than me.

"You have too many questions, Xiao Ya is a very famous actor, as for the relationship with the Zhu family. I remember that Tang Yin seemed to be distant relatives of her mother. And in Xiao Ya's most difficult time. Helped in the past. You're not going to have some bad ideas, are you? I advise you not to get yourself into so much trouble. Su Yang glanced at me and said helplessly.

We were both silent. Then Su Yang coughed violently a few times, turned around and walked towards his secretary. And the woman who was waiting there. The same brisk walk towards him. It was on this occasion that I was reminded of a crucial question: "Who is that woman?" ”

Su Yang's body stiffened, but he didn't make a sound, just raised his hand towards me, and then walked away quickly. I still can't figure out who that woman is. Why did you choose to be there at such a time?

"Like this painting?" A voice rang in my ears. Turning around, he smiled at me, also wearing a crisp dark blue suit, and said, "You can't forget who I am so quickly, do you?" ”

"Secretary Wang? How did you come here? I chuckled, he was Wang Liran, Zhu Meng's secretary, he seemed to be a very strict person, his hair was not messy at all, his nails were neatly trimmed, his two hands were hanging to the side, and he smiled at me: "These paintings are all domestic business cards, and some of the paintings have been ordered, most of them will become private collections, and the next appearance should be at auction." So, I might as well take a little more time and take a closer look, and I can briefly explain the origin of these paintings. ”

"How did you put these paintings together?" This question still makes me a little curious, "Although I don't know about it, I have heard the names of these painters. I'm afraid it's not so easy to show their paintings, right? ”

"Don't forget the power of social circles, not to mention that this building is one of the few landmarks in the city." Wang Liran had a faint smile on his face, and sighed: "So if there is an art exhibition to be held here, and the people attending the exhibition are all well-known businessmen, how many people do you think will refuse such an invitation?" ”

"That's a good point." An old woman appeared in front of us, "Now people have changed, the atmosphere has also changed, few people will do something for the so-called pursuit, everything is practical." It's really incomprehensible to the elderly. ”

Curiously turned around, we saw a white-haired woman wearing a cheongsam appeared in front of us, her face was covered with slightly exaggerated powder, with the hairstyle of Shanghai women in the twenties and thirties often seen on TV, a string of green jade beads hanging around her neck, and a small bag made of brocade in her hand, with a circle of pearls sewn on the opening. She was petite and wrapped in that cheongsam, but looking at the deep wrinkles on her face, she should be over seventy years old, but she was in good spirits, and her small eyes kept blinking, shining with shrewdness.

"If these are all called works of art, it really makes people laugh out of their teeth. There are really people who buy these things at a high price, and it's really not as good as a generation. It seems that the word 'art' is no longer valuable. The old lady wiped her lipstick with a sad expression on her face, shook her head calmly, and said, "I originally thought that I could really see any artwork here, and it seemed that I would only go to the museum." It seems that the rumors outside are not wrong, Zhu Meng does not have any ability to appreciate art, and he sells his reputation and reputation...... I'm not wrong. ”

She kept wandering in front of the paintings, muttering sentences that we didn't understand, just thinking she was a little weird. But she herself seemed to be completely immersed in her own world, and kept pointing at the paintings, and then took a pen out of her pouch and pointed at the paintings, which were already framed, otherwise I was really worried that the strange pen in her hand would poke at the paintings at any moment. (To be continued.) )