An Wen not only likes Slavic's works like a stroke of genius, but also likes his inspirational life, although the end is dismal, but at least everyone can recognize his ability.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, people who came to visit entered the venue one after another, because Slavic is a celebrity in the jewelry design industry, not as popular as the most prosperous entertainment circle today, so not many people know, this exhibition did not do any large-scale publicity activities, but as long as people who know something about the design world know the status of Slav and the preciousness of his works, so tickets for the exhibition of Slavic works are still hard to find, and even a six-figure sky-high ticket price is fried on the Internet.

The scale of this exhibition is very large, but there is a strict review of the qualifications of the guests, mainly from the design industry, plus some jewelers, and of course there will be some free places for students interested in jewelry design.

When An Wen learned about these things from his mobile phone, he was even more grateful to Fu Xiuran, knowing himself and confidant, he was just talking about the two of them.

As soon as I entered the exhibition hall, An Wen found that there was no mainstream media at all, and it seemed that this exhibition was not open to the public, let alone a report.

In the middle of the exhibition hall is a full-body photo of Slavic, he has not appeared in the public eye several times in his life, in addition to the award events and design competitions that must be attended, not to mention in front of the lens of the mass media, showing a sincere smile, this photo is also the organizer used various relationships, various channels, it is difficult to find, is a photo of his youth in the jewelry store where he worked with the boss.

The Slav in the photo, with fair skin, innocent smile, and skinny figure, is very real, portraying a young man with an ordinary quality of life who may only be regarded as food and clothing, so that An Wen has a feeling that he can touch the first half of his life.

In the middle of the exhibition hall is Slavic's most famous work, Sakura, which helped him win the gold medal in the Black Swan Jewelry Design Competition.

The overall shape is extremely rich in the atmosphere of today's artworks, half of which is the gentleness and softness of cherry blossoms, and half of the sharp and sharp metal, which fully depicts the state of the rich and poor classes in society at that time.

In the mid-seventies, the darkest and most turbulent era of country M, the young people of that time were called the Beat Generation of country M, and the Slavs were like a spark that illuminated that era.

Standing in front of Sakura, through the crystal clear glass cover, feeling the Slavic experience of beauty, people of any age will receive the influence of society of what era, and Slavic works reveal a kind of hope in distortion.

"Thank you."

"What's wrong?"

"You've made my dream come true."

Fu Xiuran's smile was very warm, "It's good if you're happy." ”

This sentence does not mean helplessness, Fu Xiuran is sincere, stable and happy, and everything around him seems to be beautiful.

An Wen initially regarded Fu Xiuran as his ordinary friend, work partner, and collaborator, but from today onwards, Fu Xiuran's status in his mind has changed.

It's not because Fu Xiuran asked An An to come to see an exhibition, but because this person is really willing to think about his friends.

True like-mindedness.

There is a very important trick to getting along with people is to do what they like, there may be girls who will love jewelry, clothing, cosmetics, and design.

Because this opportunity was rare, An Wen didn't want to waste a minute or a second, so his attention was attracted by Slavic works, and he asked the staff of the organizer if he could take pictures.

The people who can come to see this exhibition are not small roles, and the security guards do not dare to slack off easily.

The security guard uncle smiled and replied embarrassedly, "Girl, this is what the organizer meant, and I can't do anything, you can't take pictures." ”

An Wen is not a person who messes around, let alone in such a sacred place for himself, the exhibition of his idol's works has received a negative reply, and An Wen's eyes have dimmed.

"Okay."

Although An Wen didn't say anything, he was still a little disappointed in his heart, and Fu Xiuran on the side silently put An Wen's disappointed look down.

Wait until you meet that person later, and then mention it.

The leakage of photos will have an impact on the upcoming exhibitions, and it is understandable that the organizers have such regulations.

The whole exhibition hall is large, not symmetrical, and the distribution is full of artistic atmosphere.

An Wen entered the exhibition hall for the first time, and he saw a lot at first, and he walked quite fast, but because he wanted to carefully figure out the author's thoughts and intentions, he walked more and more slowly, so that he was caught up by the people who came behind, and when there were many people, the sound would be a little noisy, but An Wen didn't care, and continued to taste it slowly, immersed in the world of chasing Slavs.

The works in this area of the gallery are divided into several small compartments.

Fu Xiuran didn't speak, just silently followed An Wen's side and accompanied her.

There was a familiar smell of perfume wafting over, An Wen frowned, she herself is not a person who likes to use perfume when she usually goes out, and she doesn't like the smell of perfume that is too strong, but as a woman, An Wen still knows something about the perfumes of major brands, and this smell is Dior's true self.

Suddenly, there was a familiar sound of conversation, with the familiar smell of perfume, he stopped steadily, signaled Fu Xiuran not to make a sound, and listened carefully.

The voice was familiar, but An Wen didn't remember who it was for a moment.

"It's rare that you'll take the initiative to contact me." It was a man's voice that let out a sneer.

"This time, I'm really in trouble." The woman's voice sounded a little flustered.

"Then what are you looking for me this time?"

Although An Wen hadn't heard who this man and woman were, this familiar voice still made An Wen a little inexplicably disliked.

"The previous leak of MJ Group's design draft was that I secretly photographed the design draft and sold it to Ivan...... "The woman's voice became lower and lower.

"Lu Chen seems to be really angry this time, and he has already asked me to think about it and not go to him for the time being."

Hearing Lu Chen's name, An Wen gradually began to become alert, originally he just felt that the voice was familiar, but now it sounded like it was indeed related to the people around him, especially when Lu Chen's name was mentioned.

I thought about it again in my mind, compared my voice, and two names appeared in my mind!

Lu Yan! Shu Mingzhu!

"What?! What did you say?! ”

An Wen was a little uncertain at first, but he listened carefully to the sound of the conversation between the two people.

So what is this to let yourself break?

Lu Yan and Shu Mingzhu should not have any intersection in work, why did they meet in private?

Did the two know each other before? No, Lu Yan only came back from abroad during this time, and he had been in China for almost ten years before.

And Shu Mingzhu, the eldest lady of the Shu family should have studied and worked in China from that time on, and got along well with Lu Chen, what was it that brought the two of them together?

"Mingzhu, you say it again."

"It's me who leaked MJ's popular design draft......"

After that, An Wen heard a sound of footsteps wandering back and forth, which seemed particularly anxious and helpless.

"Mingzhu, Mingzhu, what do you say you want me to tell you?"

"I said that some time ago, why there was a revised design draft, Lu Chen had to let the people in the design department work overtime to produce a new work, from my point of view, I obviously feel that the second one is not as good as the first, and now I finally know why."

As soon as Lu Chen received Mr. Ivan's call, he ordered to go down and block the news, otherwise, it would be impossible for An Wen to stay in MJ anymore, this move is ruthless.

When Lu Yan knew that Mingzhu secretly took An Wen's design manuscript and leaked it, if this matter was done seamlessly, it would indeed be able to move An Wen away from Lu Chen's side, even if Lu Chen was divorced from Old Man Lu's face and An Wen, at least he would gradually alienate him, Lu Yan thought about such a situation It seems to be a good thing for himself.

"How did you let Lu Chen find out?"

There was some reproach in Lu Yan's tone, if Shu Mingzhu didn't let Lu Chen find out this time, it would mean that he had just gotten a little closer to stability, and he was about to have a moth again.

"This time, I have carefully thought about all the plans, and there is no problem, but the bad thing is that I should have P a map before I gave the design draft to Evan, and there were traces on Lu Chen's desk on it, and I was too careless this time."

"Mingzhu, why are you always so obsessed with driving An Wen away, are you ...... with Lu Chen?"

Hearing this, An Wen's heart moved slightly.

"How is it possible, you think about it too much, the relationship between me and Lu Chen is very strong, you don't have to worry about it, as for stability, having her by Lu Chen's side is a hidden danger for me after all."

"Actually, stability is not too much of a threat to you, so why are you always aggressive?"

An Wen's eyelashes flickered and swayed, Lu Yan was talking for himself, An Wen could hear it, and Fu Xiuran behind him could also hear it, could it be that what Lu Yan said to himself before was true?

An Wen shook her head, even if it was true, it was impossible for her to accept a man other than Lu Chen in her heart now.

But Lu Yan's words stopped in Fu Xiuran's ears, and raised a little waves, why does this Lu Yan maintain stability everywhere, Fu Xiuran can probably guess something......

"Lu Yan, don't forget, you ...... come back this time"

Shu Mingzhu's voice became lower and lower, and even if he held his breath, he couldn't hear the specific content.