Dumb painter giants grudge

Chapter 32

"Me? The one below?" He Shishen asked, pointing to his nose.

Lei Yuan hummed falsely, "There are many rumors, don't worry about them."

He Shishen waved his hand. After Lei Yuan went out, he stared blankly at the air.

Pantry...

After finishing a short meeting, He Shishen finally came to the legendary tea room.

The tea room, as the name suggests, is a public place to gossip and gossip, including rumor-mongering bosses, complaints about leaders, gossiping love affairs, wooing organizations, and all other human behaviors that are not righteous.

It seemed that He Shishen had never been to the tea room, and he didn't need to come by himself, so just after he came, the people inside hurriedly said hello and left, but there was a young male employee standing beside him.

"Why don't you go?" He Shishen took a disposable water cup and took a glass of water.

"I'm not leaving." The man poured coffee, "Mr. He is not a ghost, can he still eat me?"

He Shishen snorted, "Okay."

"It's Mr. He who came here, isn't Assistant Lei here?" The man took a spoon and stirred the coffee in his hand.

He Shishen frowned, "It's quite courageous, talk to me on an equal footing, why have I never seen an employee like you before?"

"Of course Mr. He doesn't remember. I've only been an employee for two months. How could you remember me?" The man took a sip of his coffee, which was a little hot, and fanned it with his hands.

----------affectation.

He Shishen only had this thought in his mind.

"Oh, yes." He Shishen said calmly.

"If it's nothing, I'll go out too." The man wiped the corner of his mouth with his fingertips, "By the way, my name is Jiang Lele, Mr. He might as well get to know him now."

"..." He Shishen didn't want to know this person at all.

Jiang Lele smiled and walked out of the tea room.

After failing to listen to gossip in the tea room and committing a crime, He Shishen was not interested in it, and began to look forward to answering the news in the afternoon.

Wen Rang is participating in a charity bazaar. Zhang Boping sent him an invitation letter a few days ago, saying that there will be a bazaar in the near future. Many famous novelists will sell their paintings by auction and donate them to the local community. Charity organizations and the disabled people's federation love department, etc., asked him if he wanted to see something.

Encouraged by Wen Que, Wen Rang not only took two works to participate in the auction, but also prepared to see if there was anyone who was interested in buying them, so it was an offering of love.

Zhang Boping has a wide range of contacts and travels in the industry. There are many people who ask him to plan activities. few.

However, Wen Rang didn't know any of them, so he could only sit quietly on the seat and ask for a price when he saw something he liked, but halfway through the event, he only liked one thing, and it was taken away by others.

After a while, he took a picture of a porcelain bottle that was not very popular. It was a very ordinary piece of handmade porcelain. It should be a vase. The size of the bottle was only the size of a mineral water bottle. It was a snow-blue bottle without any decoration.

The auction price is not high, the starting price is only 400, Wen Rang 600 was auctioned.

He only thought that it would look good, that it could be placed on the table in the studio, and that He Shishen would also have a look at it.

I don't know whether it was Zhang Boping's intention or a coincidence, but Wen Rang's two works were put on the competition stage when the competition was hottest.

Wen Rang was quite satisfied with these two paintings at first, but when they came to the auction stage, he felt a bit off.

One is Qinghai Lake in his mind, and the other is Linzhi's blooming season.

The auction host didn't introduce too much, because Wen Rang didn't provide any introduction at all, so the host simply stated that it was Mr. Qinghe's work.

Then the starting price was 2400 yuan. Zhang Boping tried to persuade the price again to be ineffective. Wen Rang always lowered the price much lower than others.

However, as soon as the quotation came out and the auction started, there were still many people who wanted to bid.

"No. 4, Mr. Wang, 2700 yuan."

"Mrs. Zhou on the 16th, 3100 yuan."

"Mr. Liang on the 22nd, 4000 yuan."

"Mr. Zhang No. 1, 6000 yuan."

"Mr. Song No. 45, 10000 yuan."

As soon as the 45 yuan quotation for No. 1 came out, everyone here couldn't bear it anymore. Is this price so high?Is it more than worth the money?

However, the quotation is still not updated. Everyone seems to think that the price is probably here, and there is a new quotation in the end.

"Mr. Zhang No. 1, 15000 yuan."

Wen Rang frowned, looked to the other side of the ceremony seat, and saw the "1" number plate pinned to Zhang Boping's chest.

—————————What does he mean.

"Mr. Song No. 45, 20000 yuan."

Before Wen Rang could figure it out, the price went up again on the 45th, and Wen Rang couldn't sit still, the price was too high.

"Mr. Zhang No. 1, 30000 yuan."

All sorts of chattering voices came from the ceremony seats, and Wen Rang was still guessing what Zhang Boping meant and what Mr. Song No. 45 meant.

He sent a text message to Zhang Boping, but the other party did not reply.

"Mr. Song No. 45, 50000 yuan."

Everyone was in an uproar, did the price reduction go too far, and some people began to discuss the painter Qing He, and Wen Rang only wanted to know who that Mr. Song was.

Zhang Boping was also a little bit sweaty. He thought that he should be able to take the photo at a suitable price, but he didn't want someone to actually take the photo with him. If the other party was someone surnamed He, he could understand it. This Mr. Song is another who.

Wen Rang's acquaintance?Or is it just a buyer with a good eye?

"Mr. Zhang No. 1, 70000 yuan."

After Zhang Boping quoted the price, he began to worry about whether he would be looked down upon by others.

Wen Rang didn't want to hear those shocking numbers anymore, it was already more than ten times the value of the commodity.

"Mr. Song No. 45, 100000 yuan."

One hundred thousand, Wen Ling circulated this number three times in his mind.

"One time for 100000 yuan." "Twice for 100000 yuan." "Three times for 100000 yuan."

"Congratulations to Mr. Song on the 45th for bidding 10 yuan for Mr. Qinghe's "Green Lake Green" and "Ling Zhi Xing"."

There was warm applause from the ceremony seats, including Zhang Boping who also applauded with a smile.

The money will eventually be donated as he wishes, but Wen Rang is not very happy. He doesn't like the feeling that his things are exaggerated.

So much so that for the rest of the auction time, Wen Rang was in a state of mind wandering and became an ordinary spectator.

Zhang Boping also left after that, probably going backstage.

Wen Rang remembered the matter of He Shishen, and then sent him the address, and He Shishen immediately replied that he would be on time within a minute.

It was not until the end of the auction that Wen Rang received a text message from Zhang Boping.

[Don't think about it, I just want to donate some, I don't know which one to take when I think about it, I am very optimistic about your painting, there is no other meaning, don't take it to heart, the auction is almost over, wait for me at the door later , I will take the staff to bring you the bottle you took. 】

Wen Rang gave him a good one back.

As for that Mr. Song, is his stubborn behavior really just an ordinary photographer?

Wen Rang tried his best to recall that he knew a lot of people with the surname Song, but it wouldn't be so coincidental that he really knew someone.

Even if it is, how does the other party know who Qing He is, Wen Rang has no clue.

After the event ended, Wen Rang left immediately and went to wait for Zhang Boping outside the gate of the event hall.

"I've been waiting for a long time. The backstage was a bit busy just now." Zhang Boping handed a gift box to Wen Rang, "Your porcelain vase has a good eye."

Wen Rang took the gift box and thanked him with a smile.

"I think it's still early. Is Mr. Wen free to have dinner together?" Zhang Boping looked at his watch and said.

Wen Rang shook his head, smiled and declined.

"Could it be because of the bidding just now? Mr. Wen has some kind of reaction to me." Zhang Boping felt like he was a thief.

Wen Rang had no choice but to take out his mobile phone and type.

[Mr. Zhang is worrying too much, I'm waiting for someone, let's talk when you have time. 】

"That's okay, wait for your friend? He also came to the scene?" Zhang Boping didn't intend to leave immediately.

【He didn't come, he's coming soon. 】

Wen Rang had just finished reading it for Zhang Boping when he saw a familiar figure not far away looking around.

It must be He Shishen, Wen Rang walked over a few steps, waved his hand, and the other party ran over immediately.

"Hey, I've been by the side of the road for a long time, and I don't see you coming out." He Shishen took the gift box from the other party by himself, and asked with a smile, "What is this? A gift for me?"

It's okay for Wen Rang to nod, but he's used to denying it.

"Hello, Mr. He, I didn't expect us to meet again." Zhang Boping came over at some point.

He Shishen was not very happy when he saw this person, "Isn't this Mr. Zhang?"

"Mr. He also came to the event site? It seems that I haven't seen you before." Zhang Boping glanced at Wen Rang.

He Shishen stood beside Wen Rang, "He just came here not long ago, come and pick him up."

Wen Rang remained silent, Zhang Boping also understood.

"Really, since it is so predestined, I wonder if you have time for the three of us to get together?" Zhang Boping smiled lightly.

"I'm afraid it won't work. I have an appointment with Mr. Wen. Next time, next time I'll treat Mr. Zhang to a drink alone." He Shishen also responded with a slight smile.

Zhang Boping didn't rush, "That's a pity, then Zhang won't force it, you two please let it go."

"Go back to the car and wait for me, I'll be right there." He Shishen put the car keys into Wen Rang's hands.

Wen Rang hesitated a little, but still nodded to Zhang Boping, turned and left.

"Is Mr. He still busy?" Zhang Boping looked at the actions of the two of them, wondering what to do.

He Shishen's face darkened immediately, "Why is Mr. Zhang here today?"

"What's the problem with Mr. He? Of course I'm here as the event planner." Zhang Boping put away his smile, "Does Mr. He have any prejudice against me?"

—————The surname Zhang came to see and hear again!

He Shishen tugged on his tie, and said wantonly, "I have no prejudice, I just care about whether the people who care about me are missed by you."