Chapter 142: mentally challenged
Chapter 142 Spiritual Problems
Rong Qian put a lot of effort into making the exhibition a success.
Although you can choose the location for an art exhibition, Jingcheng Art Museum is a place that all painters dream of. He is an art exhibition center directly responsible for the art club.
is not a senior, or a particularly outstanding painter is not qualified to hold an art exhibition in it.
The most important thing is that it needs the consent of the president of the painting world, that is, Ling Feng's approval.
Rong Qian submitted the application materials, but all of them were rejected unexpectedly. So she had to choose another location for the exhibition, but she received a call from Ling Feng, who said, "Come over to my office and talk about the exhibition."
"Isn't it rejected." Rong Qian said.
"For the sake of our old love, I can think about it." Ling Feng's tone was a little high, but still gentle.
Rong Qian's heart moved a little, she thought for a while, looked at her watch, and found that it was still early, so she said, "Okay, I'll come over now."
As the time to get off work approached, the office staff in the exhibition left one after another, while Ling Feng was still waiting for Rong Qian in the office. He was always curious about how she was doing recently.
But Rong Qian was not curious about him. She just wanted to talk about the exhibition. She just walked to the door of Ling Feng's office when she heard the phone ringing. It was from An Yan. She asked, "Where are you now?"
"I'm going to Lingfeng to talk about the exhibition. He said there is room for negotiation." Rong Qian told An Yan one by one.
An Yan said, "I know, I'll come." After she put down her phone, she said to Li Rongsen, "Let's go, let's go to Lingfeng's office." Then she turned to look at Yan Qingqiu and asked, "Where are you going? Going to do business."
"Now it's time to eat."
"You go back to my master to eat, and by the way, give this to them and let them put it on." An Yan took out a small triangle and handed it to Yan Qingqiu.
Yan Qingqiu took it and said, "That's fine, drop me at the intersection."
"Just spend the money I give you. What about the dignity of a man here? Go to the supermarket to buy some food, take it to my master, and don't let my dad go to the supermarket again." An Yan told him.
"Hey, I'm your little valet." Yan Qingqiu frowned, looking reluctantly, and said, "You should find a city slave, and let him do all the work in the future."
"Shut up, be careful I don't care about you." An Yan reprimanded him pretending to be angry.
Li Rongsen felt a little embarrassed when he heard the word "Chengnu", but he actually didn't know what the so-called "Chengnu" was, so he didn't have to think about it anyway.
An Yan obviously said that she didn't need a city slave.
Yan Qingqiu got out of the car at the intersection and watched Li Rongsen's car drive away, thinking that he should repay him no matter what. He had been protecting himself just now, with enough loyalty and responsibility.
And Li Rongsen didn't take this matter to heart, he said, "I don't think Rong Qian should go to Ling Feng, he's full of bad water, who knows what he's going to do."
"We'll know when we go." An Yan signaled that he didn't have to worry too much.
Rong Qian on the other end is already sitting in Ling Feng's office.
Lingfeng said, "How are you doing recently?"
"It's good." Rong Qian didn't look directly at Ling Feng, she didn't want to look at him, she would inevitably think of some past events, but she felt disgusting when she thought about it now.
The more I loved it at the beginning, the more I hate it today.
"I agree to let you hold a painting exhibition. Let them bring all the paintings. It will open at 8:00 tomorrow morning." Ling Feng told her generously and calmly.
Rong Qian seemed a little unbelievable, she asked: "You always disagreed, why did you agree today, what price do you want me to pay?"
"Are you willing to pay?" Ling Feng asked her back.
"I don't want to pay a little bit for you." Rong Qian told him simply and bluntly.
"With your current level of painting, no one will come to buy your paintings. I'll be generous in breaking your dreams. It's a good deed, so don't be so self-aware." Ling Feng simply looked down on it. Rong Qian.
"I will pay the rent." Rong Qian said.
"Five million." Ling Feng told her.
"It doesn't need to be so expensive, the painting clubs are regulated by famous articles." Rong Qian frowned, she knew that he was uneasy and kind.
"Five million is too expensive?" Ling Feng smiled and said, "Aren't your paintings worth this money?"
"I don't need to give you the money if it's worth it."
"You have to think carefully. If your first art exhibition is held in the art gallery of the art club, your identity will be different." Ling Feng was not in a hurry, he reasoned with her and said, "You are in other What's the point of opening a place, don't you want to surpass me?"
Rong Qian pursed her lips and did not speak.
Ling Feng added: "I will also open an art exhibition tomorrow, let's compare, what do you think?"
"What exactly do you mean?" Rong Qian frowned.
"The museum is divided into two halves, one person and half, you half, and me half. Let's see how many people appreciate you or me, so that you can see the truth." Ling Feng smiled at her, full of sarcasm.
"I agree."
The person who said these three words was not Rong Qian, but An Yan. She strode in and said to Ling Feng, "I think your idea is really good."
"He wants five million." Rong Qian said to An Yan.
"It's very good, the appetite is not too big, even if you want 50 million, you can get more than 50 million for a painting." An Yan said with a smile, she saw Ling Feng's expression clearly. Chu.
He was a little annoyed, and even the speed of his speech became faster, and said: "It's just her, what does she know, what can she draw, let alone fifty million, even five hundred yuan must be thought of Worth it."
"It's not up to you to decide how much it's worth, let's see tomorrow." An Yan didn't have any worries at all.
But Rong Qian lacked confidence. Although An Yan always said that her paintings were comparable to Ling Feng, she still had no confidence. Besides, tomorrow was her first art exhibition, so she might be embarrassed.
But An Yan was more confident than her. She gave Rong Qian a reassuring look, and then said, "We're taking a gamble, how about it."
"What are you betting on?"
"Tomorrow will see whose painting sells the highest price. The loser will pay three times the other party's highest price as compensation."
"Are you crazy?" Ling Feng smiled.
"You just say how dare you." An Yan only cares about this matter.
"You think I'm stupid, you can find someone to do things in secret and deliberately raise the price of her paintings." Ling Feng is a little disdainful, he is also an old man, how could he just fall into other people's traps casually.
"Well then, your wife should be facing you, right?" An Yan asked him.
"Of course."
"In this case, if she buys a painting by Rong Qian tomorrow, and she also says that she paints better than you, you should step aside obediently."
"What a joke." Ling Feng snorted coldly, he thought An Yan was really funny enough.
An Yan said, "Why, don't you dare to gamble like this, Shan Shuluo is your wife."
Ling Feng only thought she was crazy, and said, "You will kill Rong Qian, why should she go out to shame, she clearly knows that this is impossible, I love Shuluo very much, what should I say, she Listen, do you have a mental problem?"
"I know what I'm talking about."
"Okay, since you want to die, then I will fulfill you." Ling Feng agreed and said to Rong Qian, "I told you not to be with this woman, she has mental problems."
Rong Qian gnashed his teeth and scolded him: "You are the one with mental problems, and your whole family is crazy."
(end of this chapter)