I saddle up for my rival [Rebirth]

Just these few semi-finished products are of no ornamental value.

Naturally, it was impossible for Zhou Jinhang to tell Guan Ling the purpose of buying this painting. He only vaguely said a few words to perfunctory him. Guan Ling smiled, but he knew it in his heart.He didn't forget the scene when the surname Zhou pushed him into the fire pit in order to get rid of him quickly, and now he gave him his painting as a favor, it's not like he has shit in his head.

Guan Ling scolded Zhou Jinhang over and over a hundred times in her heart, and laughed and brought out the little friendship between him and Cheng Fei that she was talking about nonsense, "My senior brother just kept such a little thing, and I want to keep it for him."

If someone else listens to these words, they may feel that Guan Ling is a person who values ​​affection and affection, but Zhou Jinhang's ears have completely changed his taste. He guessed that Guan Ling deliberately hangs him when he sees that he wants the painting , the purpose is to raise the price.

When the officer heard that the other party was no longer stalking and wanted to buy paintings, he hurriedly hung up the phone with a few words of politeness, threw the phone into the soft bed, and when his eyes returned to the few pieces of drawing paper on the table, his expression was somewhat terrified. A little disdain and ridicule.

He couldn't help thinking of the situation when Liang Ze bought the painting at a high price from him when he lied that he had Cheng Fei's painting in his hand. It was somewhat similar to Zhou Jinhang's persuasive temptation. The only difference was that Liang Ze was more cunning than Zhou Jinhang. If the lure failed, he immediately turned to threats, so that he didn't eat or drink all night and painted a rough "fake painting" to get away with it.

Thoughts turned again, thinking that Zhou Jinhang had been talking nonsense with him for twenty minutes just to buy the semi-finished products in his hand, process them and bring them in front of Liang Ze to borrow flowers to offer Buddha, Guan Ling couldn't help but frowned and started self-criticism. He is also sentient?

The mobile phone on the quilt buzzed and sang again. Guan Ling took a wrong look and waited for about seven or eight seconds before crawling over and grabbing the mobile phone.

After bringing the painting back that day, Guan Ling dialed the number on the business card, but the person over there told him that the boss had gone on a business trip and would not be back in two days, so Guan Ling left his information and intention of calling to him. The other party, before hanging up the phone, made it clear that he was working for Mr. Liang.

The caller was from the framing shop, saying that the boss had returned from a business trip, but the workload was too heavy, and the manual framing was cumbersome, so it took a month to line up.

Guan Ling thought for a while, Mr. Liang didn't give a deadline when he asked him to do this, and the gallery still had to pay attention to the decoration, and when the painting was mounted, it would probably have to be put in the gallery. Listening felt a rough calculation of the time, and then finalized the date with the other party.

The phone call came suddenly, but it dispelled the haze in Guan Ling's heart. The things Mr. Liang told him were almost implemented, and he hadn't started to do the work Liang Ze told him.

He couldn't help sitting upright, and slowly scrolled through the contacts in his phone according to the memory in his brain. The memory told him that among the many customers in the past, there was indeed one who was a designer.

I have to say that the original owner is still very careful in certain things, probably because there are too many customers and they are afraid of being confused, so the avatar of each joint person corresponds to the photo of the customer, and Guan Ling starts from the first one. Scrolling down, it’s like opening a certain degree of surfing the Internet, or enchanting or pure or cute or rustic, the types of sweeps are quite comprehensive, it’s really all gathered together.

While complaining inwardly, Guan Ling flicked his index finger upwards, stopping at a line with the note named Xiaoxiao. The profile picture on the left was a close-up selfie, with a light brown curly hair, and the color of the color contact lenses was similar to the color of her hair. Sakura with a high nose bridge and pointed lips and chin, looks like an Internet celebrity on the street.

Guan Ling clicked his tongue. This image seems to be a little bit different from the designer image in his cognition.

However, these are not within the scope of his thinking. At that time, he was only making a guarantee in front of Liang Ze for his own selfishness. According to Liang Ze's casual attitude towards this gallery, he must have directly contacted a decoration company and let the other party make the decision.But a gallery is very important to Guan Ling, he doesn't want to just hand it over to a design company with no bottom, he wants to participate in it.

In fact, the original owner's memory of this Xiaoxiao's appearance is quite vague. At that time, Guan Ling was just lying to fool Liang Ze, but in the vague impression, this Xiaoxiao seemed to be the only one who still had a computer in his hand when they met.The movie option in the original dating package was temporarily changed to "book bar half-day tour" because the customer was not satisfied with one of her design products and needed to be adjusted temporarily, so the two found a book bar nearby. A person like the original owner who gets dizzy at the sight of words just slept in the book bar for the whole afternoon. Although he didn't do anything according to the plan, the female designer gave her money very readily.

After making up his mind, Guan Ling saw that the time was just right, and dialed the phone directly.

It's almost time for dinner, and the other party answered the phone very quickly. Guan Ling was thinking about how to introduce himself, but he never thought that the other party didn't delete his contact information at all, and called him directly on the Internet. ID name, officer.

Being called Guan Ren by a woman with a gentle voice, Guan Ling shivered subconsciously, goosebumps crawled up half of his arms, and secretly scolded the original owner if his head was covered with shit, and I don't know if it was because of being so different. The misunderstood online name was driven by the man's inferior nature.

Guan Ling complained in his heart and didn't talk nonsense with the other party, but it's hard to talk about this kind of thing on the phone. After all, they can't finalize the cooperation relationship in one phone call. After chatting with the other party with a smile, Guan Ling took the initiative to send out an invitation , said he wanted to invite her to lunch and asked if she had time.

"You invited me to dinner?" Xiaoxiao's tone was full of feigned shock, "Did I hear you right? I remember that eating with you cost money, right? I paid a lot for the meal last time."

"How can this be the same? We were doing business last time, but this time it's different." Guan Ling laughed and said, "I want to make friends with you, sincerely."

These words seemed to surprise the other party more than the invitation to dinner, Xiaoxiao was silent for a long time and smiled, "It's kind of interesting, then it's the western restaurant from last time."

Guan Ling's impression of that western restaurant was more profound than that of Xiaoxiao's. For nothing else, Guanggui was enough to make people remember it vividly. Moreover, the original owner seemed to like to make appointments with customers there. Is it bloody vanity or just trying to scam clients out of money.

Guan Ling was also unambiguous, hung up the phone in a hurry, and planned to go out to make an appointment, walked to the door, thought for a while, then went back and changed his clothes again.

When Guan Ling arrived downstairs, Zhang Ping was still sitting in front of the landscape painting. The pen had been thrown away in a box on the side. She was holding a mobile phone in her hand, and her face was smiling, as if she was having a good conversation. Without raising it, she asked Guan Ling, "I'm going to order takeaway, which one do you want to eat today?"

"You can eat by yourself," Guan Ling said while hailing a car with his mobile phone, "I have to go out."

"Huh?" Zhang Ping then fixed her eyes on him, saw that he had changed his clothes and raised his brows slightly, with an expression I understood, and said teasingly, "Are you here again?"

"Take care of yourself," Guan Ling clicked his tongue, "If you have that time, it's better to draw a new one. The position of your pavilion is wrong, the size is not reasonable, the key points are not highlighted in the painting, and the proportion of the structure is even worse. Mess up."

After Guan Ling finished speaking, she had already crossed the threshold and disappeared, but Zhang Ping was so shocked that her jaw almost dropped. She stared at the door with her mouth wide open for a long while, and finally turned her head to stare at her painting for about ten seconds, her expression gradually serious. .

A minute ago, she was complacently telling her boyfriend in Australia that she made money by painting and was praised by the other party. Looking at this painting now, it is really eye-catching.

This western restaurant is located on the first floor of Al Parkway, Yudai South Road. There are high-rise buildings two streets away, and the companies that can be ranked are all in this area, so the business of this restaurant is also very good. Elites often use this place as a front door for eating with customers.

When Guan Ling arrived, Xiaoxiao had already arrived one step ahead of him. She was at the first table on the left hand side of the door, and she could be seen as soon as she entered. Guan Ling nodded to the waiter, saying that the person she had invited had arrived.

The Xiaoxiao in front of her is very different from the photo in her mobile phone contacts. She has black shoulder-length short hair, a pair of thin-rimmed glasses on the bridge of her nose, light makeup on her face, a light yellow suit, and a wide three-quarter speaker. Straight-leg pants, with a pair of white five-centimeter stiletto heels underneath. After Guan Ling looked at him, he caught the other's eyes looking at him. He smiled and opened the chair and sat down, "Sorry, I've been waiting for a long time."

"Not long ago, I just arrived too." Xiaoxiao still stared at him, with a slightly shy smile on the corner of her mouth, and nodded her chin around the crowd, "There is no good seat."

"It's pretty good here," Guan Ling smiled, "It's convenient to escape when you're escaping orders."

Xiaoxiao laughed out loud, the two of them are not friends, the last "date" was just a paid show, the atmosphere this time is obviously different, the smile on the face of the handsome guy in front of him is not as formulaic as last time.

The waiter handed them the menu, and the two quickly ordered. After the waiter left, Xiaoxiao asked with a smile, "Since we are making friends, I shouldn't call you by your online name, right?"

"Guan Ling," Guan Ling said hurriedly, "Listen, listen."

"It has more connotations than officials." Xiaoxiao joked.

Guan Ling smiled, "I'll take it as a compliment."

While waiting for the food to be served, the two chatted casually for a while, and it wasn't until the waiter brought the meals they ordered to the table one by one, that Xiaoxiao turned the topic on the right track, "Tell me, what do you want from me?"

"I just want to treat you to a meal." Guan Ling shrugged.

"With your looks, you usually have a lot of business, right?" Xiaoxiao clicked her tongue, "You don't have to spend your own money to treat me to a meal like this."

"What's wrong with you?" Guan Ling looked at the other party with the corners of his mouth pulled, and said sincerely, "You are very beautiful."

Xiaoxiao didn't like his tricks, and went straight to the point, "You have to be sincere in making friends."

Guan Ling was noncommittal, and didn't intend to make any further detours. He put down the knife and fork and rubbed his hands, "I remember you seem to be a designer?"

"Yeah," Xiaoxiao nodded, "so?"

"I have a gallery here to renovate, and I was looking for a designer," Guan Ling said, "I thought of you right away, so the fat will not flow to outsiders."

"Interior design?" Xiaoxiao didn't take the joke of "the fat water doesn't flow into outsiders' fields" seriously, she shook her head and smiled, "I'm in the design of advertising, I'm afraid my small field won't be able to hold your fat water. "

Guan Ling: ... what?

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It's raining, everyone keep warm, I felt a little headache from the wind after I went out to play for a while today, probably because my hair is becoming thinner and less resistant to scratching...