Are you crazy?Gao Leng's school belle blocked the male dormitory to give milk tea?

Director Lin's request is reasonable.

It also happened to be Lan Lang's plan. She looked down at her phone, and an hour had passed.

If you delay for a little more time, Duan Jia's work should be over.

But just when she was about to nod her head in agreement, a voice suddenly rang out in the conference room.

"Sister, the illustrator you asked me to follow is live broadcasting."

The source of this voice was Jiang Fang's mobile phone on the table, and it was from Duan Jia's roommate, Fatty Chen.

When Jian Shurou asked Jiang Fang to sign up as an illustrator, she asked Fatty Chen to help keep an eye on the illustrator's activities.

When Lan Lang mentioned the investment company just now, her head was a little dazed, and she didn't realize it for a while. When she saw the message on WeChat, she subconsciously clicked on it.

Unexpectedly, it turned out to be such an explosive news.

Illustrator is live!
After a few seconds of silence, President Li, who was sitting by the side, took out his mobile phone first and opened the live broadcast room.

The oldest and most senior senior present was the first to open a certain sound.

Others were shocked and surrounded them one after another.

Just like the live broadcast of illustrators in the past, only the canvas and the back of the painting are exposed, and a brush is quickly tracing.

The only difference is that the place where the illustrator is this time is very dark.

Fans who watched his live broadcast kept complaining.

This wonderful environment.

There are still many people discussing, where is this weird place?
In the conference room, Lan Lang's heart was almost in his throat.

Damn!

Who would have thought that Jiang Fang had such a source of news.

Curator Lin's head is almost covering the entire phone screen. The place where Duan Jia paints is the studio of the art museum.

Don't you know his territory?

At this time, President Li sighed and said:
"He's almost done!"

A few more strokes are coming to an end, but where the illustrator is live broadcasting, the light is really poor, and his eyes can't see the lines drawn on the canvas at all.

I don't know when I will be able to see this work.

An illustrator's studio, or a rich man's collection?

Suddenly, a fan's speech in the live broadcast room caught his attention.

"The illustrator's work is being exhibited at the Kyoto Art Museum. Do you think the illustrator will go to see it?"

That's right, the news of the art exhibition spread all over Kyoto yesterday.

The author will most likely be present in person.

Grasping this thought, he hurriedly asked:

"Xiao Lin, think about it quickly, is there such a place in the art gallery?"

It can be clearly seen from the picture that there is not only one easel where the illustrator is live broadcasting, but also several easels around which are covered with white cloth.

And there are a few pages of sketches on the wall.

Definitely a studio.

Hearing Chairman Li's question, Curator Lin's eyes widened suddenly, he put the phone in his hand again, stood up and observed carefully.

Suddenly, he slapped his forehead and shouted:

"Junior class!"

You can’t be wrong, some interest classes are also held regularly in the art gallery, this place is a small classroom for children under ten years old.

Because the recently exhibited works tend to be abstract and classical.

Not very suitable for beginners, so the studio was vacant.

It must be there.

Suddenly, Curator Lin put down his phone and rushed out of the conference room.

The others followed suit, and Director Lin knew the location of the illustrator's live broadcast.

He's in the gallery.

This sudden change made Lan Lang instantly lose the ability to control the scene, and could only watch the people in the conference room squeeze out the door one by one.

Finally, her eyes fell on Jian Xiaohua who had just stood up. The latter looked flustered. At this moment, she was finally sure that Xiaohua must know the true identity of the illustrator.

But she could only shrug her shoulders at Jian Xiaohua, expressing her powerlessness.

He has just reached an agreement with Duan Jia that his identity cannot be revealed.

But now, it is estimated that the entire art gallery and everyone participating in the art exhibition will know that the illustrator is Duan Jia.

On the first day of the cooperation, the employer was sold!

She also began to worry about the cooperation with the illustrator, will it end here?

Finally, Jian Xiaohua and Lan Lang also walked out of the meeting room.

Prepare to face the next embarrassing scene.

This is an art museum. Director Lin, who was running at the front, ignored the bewildered crowd in the hall, followed his memory, and ran quickly towards the most secluded small studio.

At this moment, he had only one thought in his mind, that he must see this talented painter with his own eyes.

And other people in the hall also learned from the staff that the illustrator was live broadcasting and was in the art gallery at the moment.

They also caught up with the team in front to witness this historic moment.

Not long after, everyone ran to the narrow corridor. Curator Lin at the front had already seen the half-opened door. Without any hesitation, he grabbed the doorknob, pushed the door open and barged in.

The scene in front of him made him freeze in place again.

There was indeed one person in the studio, but only a young schoolgirl.

He was holding up his mobile phone, focusing on taking pictures of the canvas in the center of the studio.

Not an illustrator!
Everyone came in one after another, and the dim studio was instantly filled.

But they didn't see the illustrator either.

The most excited Curator Lin still did not give up, rushed forward to question the female student at the scene, and asked:

"Where did the illustrator go? Where are the people here?"

The paint on the canvas is still not dry, and the chair next to it is still warm. The illustrator must not have gone far.

But the female student seemed to be frightened by him, she didn't say a word, and looked out of the room blankly.

Lan Lang who arrived at the end recognized her.

It seems to be the school girl who is following Duan Jia.

Seeing that there was no figure of Duan Jia in the room, he breathed a sigh of relief, and opened his mouth to help her out.

"Sister, when did you come? Did you see anyone else?"

At the same time, I secretly prayed in my heart that this school girl was covered by Duan Jiala, so she would definitely be able to hide it for him.

Xia Xingying looked around, took a deep breath, and replied:
"When I came in, I didn't see anyone else. I just saw the illustrator's signature on this painting, so I took a few photos."

Immediately afterwards, she stepped aside.

Let everyone look at the painting in the center.

At this time, their attention was focused on the freshly baked paintings, and they slowly gathered towards the center.

As she said, the painting does have the illustrator's signature in the lower right corner.

Although it is very sloppy, it also proves that this is the work of the illustrator.

It is the work completed by the illustrator in the live broadcast.

Many people, like Xia Xingying, took out their mobile phones and rushed to the front to take pictures as souvenirs.

They completely forgot that they came here to witness the true face of the illustrator.

After a while, Lan Lang, who was standing outside, suddenly felt someone pat her, and suddenly turned around, facing Duan Jia's smile.

After staring at each other for a few seconds, Duan Jia patted the dust on his sleeves and whispered:
"Sister, don't you go up and take some pictures? That's the latest work of the illustrator!"