you are deep in the stars

The substitute driver is Daisy's friend, a fat man with a nice smile.Bai Xi stuffed Han Zhuo into the car, and said out of breath, "No. 978 Xinghai Road, thank you."

"Where is this?" Han Zhuo asked.

"Another home." Bai Xi closed the car door and ordered him, "Sit down!"

"Another home?" Han Zhuo thought for a while, "But I'm really not drunk."

Bai Xi raised a finger in front of him: "How much is this?"

Han Zhuo replied: "One."

"What about this?" Bai Xi added two more fingers.

Mr. Han looked at it for a while, and then raised the corner of his mouth: "Eighteen."

Bai Xi helped him fasten his seat belt with a click, and said decisively to the driver: "Xinghai Road, thank you!"

The fat uncle happily agreed, and drove the car onto the viaduct.The surrounding lights and shadows are constantly changing, and the speeding car almost blends into the night. Bai Xi takes out a plastic bag out of nowhere, holds it in her hand with extreme vigilance, and is ready to serve as a bodyguard at any time - of course, Mr. Han is also very proud , and didn't really spit it out in the car.Half an hour later, the fat uncle returned the key to Bai Xi and asked politely, "Do you need any other help?"

"No need, thank you." Han Zhuo pressed the floor, "Goodbye."

The moment the elevator door closed, the fat man blew a coquettish kiss to Mr. Bai.

"Enjoy the night!"

Bai Xi glanced at Mr. Han, who was smelling of alcohol beside him, and silently looked away.

I really can't enjoy it.

……

When the two entered the door, the clock pointed to 05:30, and the whole city was on the verge of sleeping and waking up.Although the east has revealed a little light, the sky is still deep blue, Bai Xi took out a bottle of water from the refrigerator: "Do you want it?"

"Thank you, is this your house?" Han Zhuo looked around.

"I bought it a year ago." Bai Xi sat on the sofa.

Originally planned to live alone after graduation, but as soon as this idea was proposed, Mrs. Bai began to hold her chest and cry sadly, saying that she was about to have a heart attack. Aunt Li also opposed it. Even Bai Boyang refused to let him go. People took turns to go to battle, so Bai Xi had no choice but to give up this idea for the time being, and only came to live occasionally when working overtime.

"Good eyesight." Han Zhuo stood by the window, "I can see the lights of most of the city, like stars."

Bai Xi applauded perfunctorily: "Literature, literature and art."

Han Zhuo smiled and closed the curtains: "Thank you for bringing me here."

Bai Xi stuffed the towel into his arms.I am really sleepy, so why not talk about street lights and stars another day.

The sound of water rustling in the bathroom next door, like a rain falling on a field on a summer night, is more relaxing than a lullaby.Bai Xi threw herself into the bed, closed her eyes contentedly and comfortably, the weekend came after days of intensive overtime work, no meetings, no need to get up early, the alcohol in the blood was slightly burning, bringing bursts of numbness and exhaustion, comfortable I don't want to talk, at this moment, the whole world is soft, it seems that as long as I close my eyes, I can sleep till the end of time.

In the wilderness of the dream, countless stars shine.

The night was silent and long.

……

At three o'clock in the afternoon, the rental house.

Bai Xi entered the door as usual holding a large bouquet of flowers, never changing in pink.

Liu Chunchun hugged his thigh and complained with blood and tears that these two beasts actually wanted to call the 1888 per capita lobster set meal, so there is no humanity.

"Who is inhuman, who do you think is inhuman?!" Wang Xiaosen stood on the sofa shaking a piece of paper, "Invitation letter from Moses Gallery! Brother, the last art exhibition held by his family was Zhang Daqian, do you know this?" What does it mean?"

Liu Chunchun was weak: "I don't know."

"It means you are the next Zhang Daqian!" Wang Xiaosen slapped the wall, "Listen to my brother, we don't need to look for a job in the future, just draw lobsters at home!"

Yu Jiong played a game to remind: "The one who drew the shrimp is Qi Baishi."

"Brother Bai..." Liu Chunchun was so sad that he couldn't get up on him.

"What the hell is going on?" Bai Xi didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and picked him up: "Are you going to hold an art exhibition again?"

"This time is different from last time, Moses Gallery, the top art institution in China." Wang Xiaosen jumped off the sofa, "I just sent an email to Chunchun, wanting to invite him to hold a solo exhibition, I'm not a liar, I already Called and asked."

"Okay!" Bai Xi snorted Liu Chunchun's hair like a chicken coop, "So promising?"

"I, I, I, I am afraid." Liu Chunchun's teeth chattered.

"Promise!" Bai Xi confiscated his mobile phone and said seriously, "To celebrate that you finally have a place in the art world, the lobster set menu at 1888 is unavoidable."

"I never thought that even you would bully me." Liu Chunchun was devastated and burst into tears.

"Okay, okay, stop howling, Xiaobai ordered grilled crayfish." Yu Jiong covered his head with a cushion, and smiled, "But to be honest, I really didn't expect that your boy drew those egg birds Nest can really get away with it."

"Is it really not a liar?" Liu Chunchun was angry.

"What is there to lie to you? You have no money, no sex, no breasts." Wang Xiaosen looked disgusted.

"That's right." Liu Chunchun leaned towards Bai Xi shyly, "He only has a belly full of talent."

Mr. Han sat between the two of them with a cup of coffee, calm and composed.

……

"Brother Han," Liu Chunchun tugged at him, "What do you think? Is it reliable?"

"I don't know this circle, Moses Gallery, is it amazing?" Han Zhuo asked.

"Of course it's amazing. It's top-notch in the industry. Chunchun is definitely out of luck this time." Wang Xiaosen put his arms around Liu Chunchun and said earnestly, "To be honest, even if the other party really covets your beauty, we will recognize it as soon as we close our eyes. Come on, I can give you a pair of sexy underwear."

Liu Chunchun giggled silly, very immoral.

Yu Jiong and Wang Xiaosen were still talking nonsense, Han Zhuo handed the coffee cup to Bai Xi: "What do you think?"

"What can I say? I'm happy for Chunchun." Bai Xi lowered her voice, "You don't know, last time I paid for him to hold an art exhibition. "I can't wait to tie the person with a pink bow and immediately give it away with both hands, and add a sentence that the goods are sold and will not be returned or exchanged.

Han Zhuo smiled, and took advantage of the time when a few of them were playing games, and read through the job application letters that Liu Chunchun screened out, but found nothing wrong.

The sky was getting darker, the aroma of crayfish filled every corner of the room, Liu Chunchun was still sucking his fingers, Yu Jiong and Wang Xiaosen were flying their chopsticks, only Bai Xi ate gracefully and calmly, because Mr. Han was sitting next to him, and his shrimp peeling skills were top-notch .

Wang Xiaosen was heartbroken. We really don't envy a vicious capitalist.

On the other side of the city, Daisy was leaning in the car, twirling the diamond ring on her finger in boredom.Directly opposite her stood a resplendent and resplendent building, which looked like a high-end social place. Only by looking carefully could one find a row of small characters in an inconspicuous place——Moses, starting from the beginning of starlight.

"Is there any news?" In the VIP room of the gallery, a man opened the wine bottle and admired the stars flowing in the blue wine.

"Not yet, but don't worry, Mr. Huang." Another middle-aged man replied, "No artist can refuse our invitation."

Huang Jingyuan nodded: "Hurry up."

The middle-aged man raised his wine glass and touched him lightly.

Half an hour later, Huang Jingyuan left the gallery, but instead of going home, he drove to a nightclub, where he hung out until the early hours of the morning.It was a secluded villa. The woman who came to open the door had a sallow complexion. She took her perfume-scented husband from the driver and thanked her in a low voice.

……

At noon the next day, Daisy "accidentally" spilled a glass full of juice on the wife next door in a small imported supermarket.

"Oh!" she exclaimed a little. "I'm so sorry."

"It's okay." The other party wiped it with a tissue, and didn't seem to care about the latest Chanel suit on her body. She looked a little too tired. Apart from the sick yellow on her pale face, there were also thick dark circles under her eyes, and her hair was also shattered. A little dry, tied haphazardly with cheap rubber bands.

"Your hand is hurt," Daisy reminded.

The other party shrank his arms awkwardly, and hid his gauze-wrapped wrists into his sleeves: "I'm fine."

"Although this sentence may be presumptuous, life is precious." Daisy held her hand with a sincere tone, "Do you have time? Let's go have a cup of coffee."

……

"Robbery!" Bai Xi pressed Mr. Han with her finger.

"Jie wealth or sex?" Han Zhuo raised his hands cooperatively.

"Du Jie." Bai Xi sat opposite him, "You are lazy."

"Because you are in a meeting." Han Zhuo poured water for him, "Can I get off work now?"

"An hour later." Bai Xi asked casually, "Who were you calling just now?"

"Liu Chunchun." Han Zhuo replied, "He didn't answer your calls, so he called me and talked about his manager."

Bai Xi was taken aback: "What?"

However, Han Zhuo's reason was very good. Since the art exhibition was going to be held in Moses Gallery, there must be an agent—or at least an assistant to communicate with the other party, in order to make the whole thing go smoothly.

Liu Chunchun immediately fell into a dilemma when he heard the words. Although it made sense, his bank card balance was really bleak, so there was no money to find a broker.

Mr. Han thoughtfully suggested: "If you don't mind, I can help you for free."

Tears filled Liu Chunchun's eyes immediately: "It's true, brother Bai agrees?"

"He's in a meeting, so I can't ask for the time being." Han Zhuo stood by the window, "But if you trust me, there will be no problem."

Liu Chunchun thanked repeatedly, of course he agreed.

After Bai Xi heard it, he couldn't laugh or cry. He didn't object, but he confirmed again and again: "Are you sure you really understand? Don't talk dirty to Chunchun, then he will probably try to find you desperately."

"Don't worry." Han Zhuo changed a new mobile phone card and dialed the number of Moses Gallery.

Bai Xi sat cross-legged across from him, intending to see how this fake manager would act.

"Hello, I'm Liu Chunchun's manager, and my surname is Wang." Han Zhuo said calmly, "Are you the person in charge of Moses Gallery? I want to communicate with you about the follow-up matters."

Bai Xi gave him a thumbs up, this kind of pretentiousness deserves a beating, but it's fine.

"Yes, we require an exhibition hall of the highest standard, free of charge to the outside world, and invite at least [-] domestic media." Han Zhuo opened the conditions slowly.

Hey Hey hey!Bai Xi suddenly felt something was wrong, so he jumped over to grab the phone, brother, you've almost got it, even Liu Chunchun's level of [-] is too much for the five media outlets.

Han Zhuo blocked him with one hand, got up and quickly changed positions, and continued: "If you can meet these conditions, then we will talk about the remuneration next step."

Bai Xi wanted to cry, but no matter what she wanted to pay, we were willing to do it for free.

"OK, we need at least... 500 million." Han Zhuo leaned on the window sill, the corner of his mouth slightly raised, "Art is priceless, and this is already the discounted price."

When Bai Xi heard the words, all thoughts were lost, and she deeply felt that she probably had to lose money to hold another art exhibition to comfort Liu Chunchun's broken glass heart.

"I want to deduct your salary." He tremblingly pointed at Mr. Han.

"Okay, I will send the account number as soon as possible, and sign the contract within three days." Han Zhuo took Bai Xi's hand and pulled him to his chest, "Goodbye."

……

Bai Xi asked alertly, "What do you mean?"

"The other party agreed to all my conditions." Mr. Han smiled gently, leaned slightly to look him at the same level, "A first-class exhibition hall, 500 media outlets, 1888 million after tax, do you think Liu Chunchun will be willing to invite us to eat [-] per capita this time? Lobster?"

Bai Xi: "..."

Bai Xi let him go, but she was not overwhelmed by great joy, but hesitated and said, "No, there must be something wrong with this matter."

Han Zhuo unscrewed a bottle of fruit juice for him: "You think Chunchun is not worth the price?"

Bai Xi shook his head: "Unless someone wants to hype him up, but that possibility is very slim."

"It's not to hype, but to take advantage." Han Zhuo patted him on the shoulder and reminded, "Don't forget, he is your friend."

There was a crash in Bai Xi's head, and cold sweat broke out on his back.

"But it doesn't matter." Han Zhuo smiled, and gently covered his eyes with dry and warm palms, "Relax a bit, since the other party offered to deliver to the door, then we should at least make a good fortune."