Although I had guessed the possibility of Zhou Hanzhi's arrangement early on, when I heard him admit it in person at this second, my heart still felt like it was stabbed hard by an invisible dagger, and the pain was unbearable.

He is such a smart person, he can definitely think of anything Wu Ling can think of.

But he just wanted to let Lin Xixi take the initiative in the project, instead of letting her simply come to our company to get gold.

He also wanted to give her truth and give her more.

After a long while, I found my voice and said calmly: "Mr. Zhou, this is different from what we said before."

"Really?" Zhou Hanzhi looked away and said casually: "From the beginning to the end, I never promised to take Manager Meng with me, right?"

Yes, he never said that even if Huo Tianlei praised the short video I made in front of three people, in the end, it was still not as good as Zhou Hanzhi.

He regarded Lin Xixi as a bougainvillea in the yard, pruning and watering it himself, while I was just a little gardener who was forcibly pulled by him to help him care for the growth of this plant.

negligible.

Throw away after use.

Who cares about a gardener's mood?

"Ha," I couldn't help but let out a chuckle, "Mr. Zhou, the person in charge of this project will only be me."

Hearing the sound, Zhou Hanzhi's hand holding the signature pen froze. He slowly raised his head, his bottomless black eyes fell quietly on my face, and asked, "What do you mean, Manager Meng?"

I said frankly: "The contract with Xiaoyaoke has not been signed yet, Mr. Zhou, we each rely on our own abilities."

My, Meng Nanxu, principle of doing things is that I will never give up until the last second.

Zhou Hanzhi seemed to have heard some ridiculous joke. After scoffing, he leaned back on the office chair and said lazily: "Do you think you still have a chance?"

"Is there any? You have to give it a try." I said with high spirits.

Zhou Hanzhi didn't answer immediately. After a few seconds, he opened his lips again and said, "Meng Nanxu, you really haven't changed at all."

I knew he was mocking me.

Not to mention that he had already gained an advantage for Lin Xixi in the matter of Xiaoyaoke, but to say that I wanted to compete with Zhou Hanzhi was a bit overestimating his capabilities.

After all, with the current financial and material resources of Rongyu Group, at this moment, I, Wu Ling, am more like a worm shaking a tree.

so what? It was Zhou Hanzhi who did not respect martial ethics first. We must not tolerate it any longer.

It was already afternoon when we left Rongyu Group. The original wind and warm weather suddenly changed, and the weather turned cold and freezing.

As soon as the wind blew over, it was biting and cold, making me shiver.

Only then did I realize that when I was talking to Zhou Hanzhi, I was so shocked that I broke into a cold sweat.

Now I am awake.

I also didn’t expect that the me who once obeyed his advice would be bold enough to challenge him today.

Impulsive.

It's easy to talk the talk, but it's hard to put it into practice.

What's more, it's a Qashqiao we know nothing about.

I decided on a private exhibition.

However, art exhibitions of this nature are generally a way for the upper class to socialize internally. They are small in scale and extremely private. They are for the purpose of communicating with each other internally. It is difficult to penetrate them.

I can only place my hope on Wu Ling.

After a night of inquiring, Wu Ling also got news - there are two private art exhibitions held in Beijing and Hong Kong this afternoon, one is an open exhibition in the southern suburbs, and the other is in the Western Suburbs of the Art Museum. The museum is private and not open to the public.

And according to Wu Ling's explanation, this art museum in the United States is a private art museum founded by an emerging artist who returned from China. It is rarely open to the public on weekdays, and its main focus is to be low-key and mysterious.

"It's very suitable for Qashqai," I said while taking notes, "Then how do we enter the venue?"

"It's difficult." Wu Ling also looked embarrassed. "The guests at the art exhibition are either rich or noble. What they care about most is privacy. The security work in the afternoon must be done diligently. My method of mixing in the party is probably okay." It doesn’t make sense.”

This was the first time I saw Wu Ling helpless. I thought about the past, whenever the two of us wanted to attend a banquet, she could always find out the gossip at the banquet, including the banquet personnel, the food in the kitchen, and It's never been as difficult as it is today.

I comforted her: "In this way, you can do your work first, and I will go and stay there in the afternoon. Once I find someone I know, I will find a way to follow them."

The publicity plan has made Wu Ling very anxious.

She nodded: "Keep in touch."

In this way, I drove to the Museum of Art in the United States alone.

But because I was not familiar with the road and the art museum was located in a remote location, I walked around for a long time but could not find its specific location.

In the past, Wu Ling was responsible for things like exploring roads.

In desperation, I could only call her for help.

"I don't blame you, the road nearby is full of twists and turns," Wu Ling comforted me and said, "There is another way, you can try it."

Wu Ling asked me to park the car on the side of the road and observe the passing vehicles. If I noticed three or more low-key luxury cars heading in one direction, it was most likely the location of the art museum.

I thought it made sense, but as soon as I cut off the cord, I suddenly felt my body lean forward suddenly, and my whole body hit the steering wheel uncontrollably.

pain.

I was accidentally rear-ended.

Was hit by a royal blue Porsche.

I endured the stinging pain in my wrist and looked in the rearview mirror, feeling a little irritated.

Getting into trouble while busy is the situation I don't like the most.

I pushed open the car door depressedly, but when I raised my eyes, I saw the familiar grandma gray.

It's Yuan Tianye.

He still has the fiery red headphones hanging around his neck, and is wearing a retro motorcycle jacket on his upper body, paired with casual denim of the same color. At first glance, he looks rebellious but energetic.

After a brief exchange of glances, he looked at me with the corner of his mouth raised and said with a smile, "Sister Nanxu, is this the legendary meeting that comes thousands of miles away?"

I couldn't laugh or cry: "What a coincidence."

As soon as I finished speaking, I felt a stinging pain in my wrist, which made me frown.

"Are you injured?" Yuan Tianye was not stupid. He walked up to me in two steps and said nervously: "I will take you to the hospital."

"It's okay," I said, thinking about Qashyaoke, "If you can, please help me check the car."

Yuan Tianye's face was filled with astonishment: "Sister, are cars more important than people?"

"No..." I didn't know how to explain, so I said, "I have something urgent to do later."

"No matter how urgent it is, you have to go to the hospital first," Yuan Tianye said with a firm attitude, "Leave the car to the insurance company."

After he finished speaking, he supported me, probably because he was afraid that I would be hurt, so he moved cautiously.

I tried to move my wrist bones, and instantly, pain swept through my nerves again.

Probably a sprain.

"Then we have to go to the hospital," Yuan Tianye said anxiously, "I'll call a car."

With my wrist bones tingling on one side and the upcoming art exhibition on the other, I rejected Yuan Tianye’s proposal after a brief consideration.

"It's a small injury," I pretended to be relaxed, "it's nothing serious."

Yuan Tianye, who was leaning into the car to look for his cell phone, raised his head when he heard the sound, glared at me, and said, "Sister, you really don't take yourself seriously. I don't care. I have to go to this hospital."

I pinched my eyebrows and felt dizzy for a moment.

The kid is young and quite stubborn.

Just when I was about to refuse, I noticed the gold-plated invitation letter placed on the passenger seat of Yuan Tianye.

On the cover, the words "Liu Mei Art Museum" were written clearly.

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