a mistake

Assistant Huang called to inquire about J.W's itinerary in Youcheng, and the two parties agreed to meet at the hotel where J.W was staying on Thursday afternoon.

Fang Nancuo knew that his spoken English was poor, so he discussed with Assistant Huang, focusing on his conversation with JW.As a result, on Wednesday afternoon, Assistant Huang went to Shanghai on a temporary business trip. Fang Nancuo didn't know what to do for a while. He sat in the living room with his computer in his arms to learn English, comforting himself that there would be nothing to worry about.As soon as he raised his head, he happened to look at the oil painting on the wall of the living room. An idea flashed through Fang Nancuo's mind. Isn't this just a painter who knows art and has studied abroad?

Fang Nan made a call to Chen Shu immediately, and without going into details, he directly made an appointment to meet in the hotel lobby tomorrow afternoon.

Fang Nan made a mistake and came to the hotel lobby first. Knowing that J.W hadn't come back, he sat on the sofa in the lobby and waited for Chen Shu.

After a while, Chen Shuxian walked over, wearing a simple plaid shirt, with shawl and long hair with the effect of a blower, which immediately attracted the attention of many people in the hall.

"Painter Chen, sit down for a while, JW hasn't arrived yet." Fang Nan asked Chen Shu to sit down, and ordered a cup of lemon tea for him.

"Mr. Fang, I haven't seen you for a long time. How are you doing?" After Chen Shu asked, he paused, and then said, "Where's Mr. Cheng?"

"We're all fine. I just started taking over the art gallery, and I don't understand a lot of things. This time I really have no choice but to bother you."

Chen Shu was a little embarrassed: "I am also a member of the art museum, and I should do all of this. It's just that JW has a weird temper, so he may not be willing to hold an art exhibition together."

"I know. But I'd like to try."

The two of them had nothing in common, so they fell silent after speaking.Waiting until night without seeing J.W come back, Chen Shu looked out the window, a little embarrassed: "It's getting dark, let me go and buy you something to eat."

Fang Nan shook his head wrongly: "You go first, I'm not hungry."

Chen Shu shrugged and changed to a comfortable sitting position: "I'm not going either. I didn't expect it to be so difficult to run a business. It's more painful than my lack of inspiration."

"When I was in an advertising company, I waited for a client for a whole day, and these were nothing. Otherwise, I will open a room first, and you can go in and rest for a while?"

"I don't need to rest. Maybe JW will be back soon? Mr. Fang, I didn't know you worked in an advertising company."

Fang Nancuo narrowed his eyes slightly: "My first job was in an advertising company, but it was several years ago."

Just as Chen Shu was about to speak, J.W, accompanied by his assistant, walked into the hall.

Fang Nancuo and Chen Shu hurried over to explain their purpose. J·WJW's assistant frowned and said in surprise, "You haven't gone back yet? J·WJW is already tired, let's stop here today."

Chen Shu hurriedly said, "Let's just say a few words, and we won't disturb you for too long."

JW turned his head, looked at Fang Nancuo in front of him, thought for a while, and nodded to his assistant.

Several people entered JW's room, Fang Nancuo explained the purpose of his visit, and Chen Shu helped him translate.

After listening to it, J.W directly waved his hand and refused: "Your wrong art museum has only been open for about a year. I don't think you have the strength to hold my art exhibition."

Fang Nancuo hurriedly handed the documents in his hand to JW: "Although our business hours are short, we are top-notch in terms of security and booth design. These are our supporting facilities, please take a look first."

J.W didn't even read it, and handed the document directly to the assistant.

"Mr. Fang, as far as I know, Yicuo Art Museum suffered serious doubts last year and even closed down for a while. As a top international artist, JW cherishes his first exhibition in China very much. You can guarantee the smooth progress of this exhibition ?"

This assistant is ABC, and she doesn't speak Chinese fluently. In addition, her tone was cold, and Chen Shu's face changed immediately after hearing it.

Fang Nancuo took a deep breath and explained: "Last year's doubts were not aimed at the art museum. I can't guarantee that this year will be smooth, but I will do my best."

After listening to the assistant's translation, JW made a helpless expression: "The conditions you offer are similar to those of other art museums. Come here first today, I'm tired."

Hearing this, Chen Shu hurriedly pointed to the logo of the art museum on the file and said, "You designed the logo of the art museum. If your art exhibition is held in Yimao, it must be of great significance!"

J. W looked at Fang Nancuo beside him, as if he had thought of something, he shrugged, but his expression was very disdainful: "When I painted this painting, it was because a gentleman gave me an offer that I couldn't refuse .I looked at the photo and thought about it for two weeks, but I didn’t have any inspiration, so I just drew one. In fact, I am not satisfied with this work.”

After Chen Shu listened, he didn't know how to translate it to Fang Nancuo.After thinking for a long time, he conveyed JW's meaning in the most tactful way.

Fang Nan was not surprised when he heard it by mistake. He pointed to the logo and said softly: "This painting may not be your masterpiece. However, I still remember my joy when I received this gift. I don't know painting, but When I lifted the curtain, I was instantly drawn. This painting means a lot to me, and to this day, I still thank you for making it.”

Fang Nancuo was smiling when he spoke, but JW only raised his eyebrows after listening to the assistant's translation, and replied flatly: "Thank you for liking."

Fang Nan put the exhibition plan he designed on the coffee table by mistake: "I'm bothering you today. This is our planning book, you can take a look if you have time."

The assistant was about to send them away, when J·WJW, who was sitting on the sofa, suddenly said, "Mr. Fang, I didn't mean to offend you. But is it meaningful for you to do all this?"

Fang Nan smiled at him by mistake but didn't speak.

The two left the hotel, Fang Nan sent Chen Shu home by mistake.

Sitting in the co-pilot, Chen Shu couldn't help sighing: "Mr. Fang, I really admire you today!"

"We'll just have to fight for it. Do your best and obey the destiny. Go back and have a good rest."

Chen Shu nodded: "I saw you before and thought you were quite introverted. I don't know if J.W was touched, but I was really moved."

"I just feel it."

Chen Shu comforted, "Actually, JW's painting is pretty good. This old man is just pretentious and a little arrogant."

"I don't understand art, I just value the meaning behind the painting. Come to the art gallery tomorrow. There are a few painters who want to sign a contract. Please help me to see how the level is."

"Okay."

Fang Nan returned home by mistake, Cheng Jingming looked at his face, and asked tentatively, "Did you hit a wall?"

"It's okay, I'm used to it. I'll think of other ways, and you should go to bed earlier. I also asked Chen Shu to come to the art gallery tomorrow morning to help me choose a painter."

When Cheng Jingming heard "Chen Shu", he couldn't help curling his lips: "Him?"

Fang Nancuo was changing clothes, he didn't pay attention to Cheng Jingming's expression: "Yes, today is thanks to him."

Cheng Jingming was secretly unhappy, his life was really upside down, wasn't he always surrounded by Yinggeyanyan before?