The subscription ratio is insufficient, this is an anti-theft stamp, or the system is delayed. Su Qiao took a step closer and studied the horse's mane carefully. She was surprised to find that the texture was so delicate that it could almost look real. But at the same time, she also thought with lingering fear - this

Does this mean that Lu Mingyuan has strong observation skills, is good at various types of knives, and is also familiar with the structure of the human body.

She couldn't help but think for a while.

On the other side, Lu Mingyuan was talking to Jiang Xiuqi.

Lu Mingyuan said: "Investors can be found through the exhibition hall. Thirty percent of the proceeds from the venue belong to the brokerage company. I have no other requirements. I just want to know the name of the investor."

"This is difficult to handle," Jiang Xiuqi replied, "I told you, that investor values ​​you very much. He paid a lot of money to buy this exhibition hall and only let you use it..."

In Jiang Xiuqi's social circle, there are many wealthy people from well-off families. They spend a lot of money, live a leisurely life, and each have their own preferences and hobbies. In Jiang Xiuqi's view, the boss behind Lu Mingyuan's sponsorship must be these rich people.

one of them.

Perhaps because throwing money at an unknown artist is not a decent thing in the industry, the rich man chose to remain anonymous and refused to disclose any private information.

After Jiang Xiuqi sorted out the cause and effect, he began to comfort Lu Mingyuan: "The contract he signed included a confidentiality clause. You and I can't find out even if we want to find out."

Security was in place in the exhibition hall, and staff in black suits were walking back and forth, with whispers everywhere. Many employees knew that Lu Mingyuan was the creator of these artworks, and gave him a friendly smile when passing by him.

Lu Mingyuan was not used to attending formal occasions as a host.

He said: "After the exhibition started, I went to the bar. Jiang Xiuqi, I leave this place to you."

Before Jiang Xiuqi said anything, Su Qiao came closer and asked, "Why? You are the author, Lu Mingyuan, why don't you join us in the exhibition?"

Lu Mingyuan said unreasonably: "What they should focus on is the work, not me."

Su Qiao smiled and said: "What a pity. I heard Lin Hao said that he invited some lovely girls to the art exhibition. Are you willing to miss it?"

Lin Hao has no interest or enthusiasm for work, but he has rich resources. He has formed a private currency exchange group and occasionally engages in purchasing on behalf of others. He has been in various circles all year round and is familiar with fellow villagers from all walks of life.

A few days before the exhibition, Lin Hao posted messages widely in the WeChat group, almost exhausting his vocabulary in order to praise Lu Mingyuan.

Lu Mingyuan heard about this, but Jiang Xiuqi didn't know.

Jiang Xiuqi clasped his hands and, as a person who had come before, said insinuatingly: "Kevin, my brother has a few words to say to you."

Such an opening statement means that what follows will be extremely serious and annoying. Lu Mingyuan is not inexperienced. But he still turned his face and met Jiang Xiuqi's eyes: "Well, what are you talking about? There are still ten minutes, the audience

Just entered the venue.”

Jiang Xiuqi smiled and said: "I received a call from my aunt the day before yesterday. She asked me how you were doing recently. I said you were doing well and finally got a girlfriend, and my aunt was very happy..."

Jiang Xiuqi's aunt is naturally Lu Mingyuan's mother.

A few of them stood at the corner of the exhibition hall, next to the oil painting wrapped in a gold frame.

The soft glow of the crystal wall lights illuminated the richly colored brushstrokes, exquisite compositions, and lifelike scenery. In such an art showroom, Jiang Xiuqi slowed down his tone and said meaningfully: "Lu Mingyuan, aunt asked you to take the

Xiao Qiao returns to China and meets her parents as soon as possible. You know what your temper is like. You finally meet the right one, so you should make plans for the future."

For the first time in his life, Lu Mingyuan had nothing to say in front of his cousin.

Su Qiao couldn't help laughing.

She guessed that Jiang Xiuqi had given him reassurance because he mentioned the girls who were watching. Regardless of whether this matter was true or not, Su Qiao felt that Jiang Xiuqi, as his cousin, was really dedicated.

After a few minutes, the exhibition began.

Lu Mingyuan's exhibition area is located in Hall 1, which is a prime location, attracting the largest number of visitors and astonishing a group of tourists.

Due to the good early publicity and many paintings that have never been exposed, Lu Mingyuan was suddenly placed in the spotlight. Many people could not find adjectives and could only praise him as a "genius born out of nowhere."

But he himself was not there. He went to the bar opposite and bought a bottle of beer.

Su Qiao originally wanted to follow him, but when she passed Hall No. 1, she stopped in her tracks.

She was too careless and bumped into two acquaintances.

They were a mother and daughter who spoke well and had outstanding temperament. Both of them were carrying platinum bags, wearing valuable watches, and their hair accessories were full of jewels.

The floor was paved with off-white marble tiles, with beautiful shapes, like cornflowers in bloom. The mother and daughter stood in the middle of the flowers, turned their heads slightly and saw Su Qiao, and immediately greeted her: "Hey, Xiao Qiao? What are you doing?

Are you here too?"

Jiang Xiuqi was still guiding the guests, introducing the paintings in fluent English - thank God, he didn't pay attention to Su Qiao's situation.

Su Qiao had no way to escape and no way to retreat.

She could only face the difficulty, approached the noble lady, and called with a smile: "Hello, Mrs. Song."

Then, she looked at the lady's daughter and called out the lady's name: "Song Jiaqi, I didn't expect you to be here too. What a coincidence. Are you here to see the art exhibition?"

Su Qiao considers her acting skills to be exaggerated.

Song Jiaqi didn't care.

She took Su Qiao's hand and said intimately to Su Qiao: "Yes, my mother wants to go on a trip to relax. It happened that the driver drove by this morning, and I saw the billboard on the street. I was very interested, so I followed my mother in the afternoon.

Already."

Unlike Song Jiaqi, Su Qiao didn't wear a watch and didn't dress up much. She wore an ordinary T-shirt, jeans, sneakers - and even carried a canvas bag. The corners of the bag were somewhat frayed, revealing a thumb-sized tear.

Hole.
Chapter completed!