After dinner, Sun Mengzhu and his party went to the bar downstairs to drink, and while they were drinking, a waiter brought a bottle of wine.

A few people were a little surprised, "We didn't order this." ”

The waiter smiled, "This wine was given to you by our hotel owner." ”

Hotelier?

They don't know the owner of the hotel.

After the person left, the male colleague took the wine and looked at it, and was slightly surprised, "The hotel owner is generous, and he actually gave a bottle of Remy Martin." ”

"Strange, don't send others to us, just because we are Sheng employees?"

Everyone is a little foggy.

"It can't be that any of us in the group knows the hotel owner, and we're going to follow it, right?"

Someone said this, and everyone guessed in this way.

"Who, so low-key, hidden deeply."

Sun Mengzhu sat up straight and swept the surroundings left and right, casually brushing the hair around his ears.

The next morning, everyone got up early and went to the exhibition.

The exhibition hall of the high-end hotel is open and bright, the lighting is warm and soft and not dazzling, and the hall plays soft and pure music, and the exhibition corridor is like being in the middle of the landscape.

The exhibition hall is also equipped with security personnel and docents.

In such a place, everyone invariably calms down, and the elegance and self-cultivation of Chinese painting makes people addicted to it.

Sun Mengzhu looked at the exquisite paintings with a fascinate gaze, and was shocked in his heart, Rao You's paintings had seen pictures on the Internet before, but they were not as good as the ones he really saw with the naked eye when he was standing in front of him.

Only by seeing these paintings with your own eyes can you better understand why people have such high praise for the Youth Festival.

Looking at the painting carefully, Sun Mengzhu's eyes became hotter and hotter, and his heart beat faster.

If...... If she can also hold such an art exhibition, she will get such praise.

How nice it should be.

Chu Shuang accompanied Sheng Ting to look at the painting, and asked him from time to time: "Do you want to find a docent for you to better understand the artistic conception in the painting?" ”

"Can the people here have your expertise? Mrs. Sheng has a high degree of artistic attainment, so it is better for you to tell me. ”

So, Hatsushuang dutifully introduced each painting to him.

After looking around, she asked him if he had a painting he liked very much, Sheng Ting thought for a moment, and pointed to the bamboo forest over there.

"Those bamboos are magnificent and can be called high-quality."

In just one sentence, Chushuang listened happily, "That is the famous work of Qingjie, and bamboo is also the origin of her name." ”

She asked him, "Do you want it?" ”

Sheng Ting lowered his eyes to look at her.

"Willing to cut love?"

"You like me to find a way to send you ......" Before the words were finished, Chu Shuang paused slightly, his eyes widened, "How do you know?" ”

He asked if he was willing to give up his love, and on the surface, the hotel only exhibited these paintings on his behalf, and all the paintings were still owned by the Qingjie.

Words like cutting love are addressed to the owner.

"How do you know that Mrs. Sheng is the famous painter Qingjie?"

There are no people in their position, Sheng Ting said slowly word by word: "The painting style is so similar, and I can get so many works from the Youth Festival to open an art exhibition, others can't guess it, I can't guess it?" ”

"I know better than anyone how good you are."

Chushuang was stunned for a while, and slowly smiled, "You're really smart." ”

Sheng Ting went to the rest area to answer the phone call, and Chu Shuang continued to look at the painting.

"First frost."

Sister Xu's voice.

When I turned around, I saw my former colleagues, "You guys also came to see the exhibition?" ”

Zhao Junmei smiled, "You came so early, by the way, what about the gentleman who was with you just now?" ”

"He's going to answer the phone."