Song Fengwan was a little surprised when he saw the words on the invitation letter.

Is Gao Xue going to hold a solo exhibition? This is what every designer dreams of. She holds the gold medal in the Heming Cup, so naturally a large number of people are willing to hold her.

This award is too high.

"Uncle Yan, are you going to see it?"

"Are you interested?" Yan Wangchuan knocked on the steering wheel. The traffic in the capital was really hard to describe and was extremely congested.

"She is our teacher." Because she is an acquaintance, she must be even more curious. "I came to Beijing to make up for classes before, and she was the teacher in the tutoring class and taught me."

"In fact, there are many truly talented people who have not participated in this competition and are more indifferent to fame and fortune."

Song Fengwan was curious, "For example?"

"Your uncle and my senior brothers."

"What else?"

"Your cousin, he is talented and taught by the master himself, so it will not be bad."

"Are you still there?" Song Fengwan smiled.

Yan Wangchuan coughed, wasn't this girl teasing him? He really dared to say anything in front of him. He remembered that Song Fengwan was afraid of him before.

"If you want to see this exhibition, I can arrange some time to accompany you."

"This is on the weekend, yes." Song Fengwan was also very curious about what Gao Xue's work would look like.

"I went to your dean's office in the morning. I heard that your school was holding a design competition, but you didn't participate?" Yan Wangchuan asked, because all the design drafts would be photographed and printed in a few minutes, the students' names were hidden, and distributed to several authoritative teachers from the Academy of Fine Arts to select.

Liu Hong is one of them.

He is also the president of the Academy of Fine Arts, so he naturally has a list of contestants, but it just doesn't match the works, unless he has taught him that his pen has a distinctive style.

"I originally designed a picture, but I thought it was not very good, so I abstained."

"Why?"

Song Fengwan smiled and did not say the reason.

Yan Wangchuan looked her eyes with his eyes.

As a designer, he naturally knew that when she learned to draw pictures in the early days, she always referred to others. If she kept imitating someone, her painting style and pattern were confined, it would be difficult to break through and show her personal characteristics.

She just entered her freshman year and is afraid she is at this stage.

This requires one's own struggle, and others cannot help.

**

The two arrived at the restaurant and ordered the meal. Since the meal was at the peak of the meal, the speed of serving was a little slow, and the two were a little anxious when they waited.

At this moment, a few suits and ties suddenly came over, and shouted, "Mr. Yan!"

Song Fengwan turned his head and looked at it. A group of people in their forties and fifties rushed over quickly, with a particularly pleasing smile on their faces.

They only had two people and didn't go to any private rooms. Moreover, there were screens in each location in this restaurant, which did not interfere with each other, and it was very private.

"I said you asked me to introduce the restaurant, but you didn't have a meal with us. I'm someone accompanying you. This person is..."

Yan Wangchuan never brought Song Fengwan to public occasions. These people are not from Nanjiang, so they have never seen her.

I am afraid that I will not be able to grasp my identity and say the wrong thing.

He is famous for being self-disciplined in the circle. Everyone knows that he married Mr. Qiao, but he has a cheap daughter. According to his identity, he can find anything, and he always feels a pity for him.

"My daughter." Yan Wangchuan introduced generously.

"So he is a daughter, he is so beautiful. He is in college?" Several people immediately began to make official praises.

"Mr. Yan, we have a private room inside, why don't you and Ling Qianjin come to sit in there?"

"No." Yan Wangchuan was less talking and even less good at socializing. After saying this, he stopped talking.

It made several people stand there, which was also embarrassing.

"Then you accompany your daughter, let's come out to toast you with a glass of wine." After saying that, the few left a little embarrassedly.

Song Fengwan looked at the person opposite, "Uncle Yan, will you offend people if you socialize like this?"

"So I never socialize. I have rejected them a few times. They came here by themselves." Yan Wangchuan took it for granted, "This is the organizer of the design station on the weekend, and he has been inviting me to see the exhibition."

Their decision to make a decision is actually very clear. Yan Wangchuan rarely attends events and has a high prestige in the industry. If he can attend, it will be a publicity stunt.

"Isn't it normal for social engagements?" Song Fengwan only remembered that Song Jingren used to be. For a long time, there were five or six social engagements a night.

"It's okay to talk about business in the office, why should I bring it to the table?" Yan Wangchuan asked back.

This time it was Song Fengwan who was speechless.

After serving the dishes, Yan Wangchuan rarely asked Song Feng to eat it late.

The group of people obviously wanted to get close to Yan Wangchuan, so they naturally would not miss the slightest opportunity. Half of their meals, someone came over with the drinks.

"I'll go to the bathroom." Song Fengwan was not very used to such occasions, and a group of middle-aged uncles might as well leave first.

Yan Wangchuan frowned, this girl...

He is a man with a scarce expression and a stupid and unsociable person. He said he was toasting him, but basically the group of people were chatting awkwardly, and the scene was once very awkward.

"Mr. Yan, you can drive later, don't drink it. I'll fuck you, you can do whatever you want."

Yan Wangchuan glanced at him without saying a word.

Song Fengwan originally hid on the side and watched for a while.

I found that if I had socialized with such a person, I guess I wouldn't even persuade you to death if you drank yourself.

It's really tiring to socialize with such stupid people.

**

Song Fengwan took advantage of the gap in the bathroom and called Fu Chen.

She didn't know why she had so much to say with Fu Chen, and she couldn't talk enough. She saw that the time was almost over, "I won't say it anymore, I have to go out. I guess those uncles have left."

"Well, go to school and say to me." Fu Chen was really depressed.

After Fu Sinian and Yu Manxi were like that, the old lady actually called him and kept saying that she was about to hold her great-granddaughter, what else to say...

"Third brother, you want to have a granddaughter!"

Fu Chen really wants to hang up the phone.

Song Fengwan just hung up the phone and walked out, and looked at a woman standing beside Yan Wangchuan.

It would be fine if I didn't know him.

It's actually Gao Xue.

She was also wearing the clothes she had when she was in class, generous and decent, holding a wine glass, and kept smiling at Yan Wangchuan.

"Mr. Yan, I will see the styles you Yan's every year. They are really beautiful. You have always been an idol of many people in the industry. I treat you..."

Song Fengwan held his arms with his hands, stood not far away, watching quietly.

"This is my first time holding a personal design exhibition. I really hope to get your criticism and correction?"

"I have many design drawings on hand. If it is convenient, can I ask you?"

Speaking of this, Song Fengwan was stunned.

Is this still Teacher Gao when she was teaching her? She has no good impression of Gao Xue in the tutoring class, and she is even more bad at this moment.

What does it mean to ask for advice in private? Isn’t it just an appointment with Yan Wangchuan to meet her?

In the adult world,

This is a disguised seduction invitation.

It's just asking Yan Wangchuan to uncover the rules himself!

Can society still play like this in this today?

The men around looked at each other and naturally heard the meaning of the words, but just smiled and didn't say it out loud.

Song Fengwan didn't go there, and wanted to see how Yan Wangchuan would deal with this situation. Gao Xue looked pretty good. When she was admitted to teach, the school forum discussed it for a long time, saying that she was a type of [beautiful teacher].

Yan Wangchuan glanced at Gao Xue indifferently, "The design drawings are very private. I don't know you or I don't know each other, and I don't have old friends. It's not convenient to ask me for advice."

"You went to Beijing to recruit people, and I signed up, but unfortunately I didn't choose..."

Gao Xue gritted her teeth. She actually wanted to ask why Yan came to the school to recruit people and found a senior student and a master's degree but didn't like her. Could it be that her works are so bad?

Yan Wangchuan glanced at her and said directly:

"That means you are not qualified."

Gao Xue's face turned pale after a moment of brushing.

Song Fengwan stood not far away and saw all this.

Sure enough, she still hasn't changed, her expression is scarce, she is silent, but...
To be continued...