Isn't money delicious?

When they came to the dessert shop, the two ordered cakes and black tea, and sat down in the corner.

Fu Baiqing couldn't wait to take out his mobile phone, "Come and play!"

"You really..." Yan Shiqiu had nothing to say, "WeChat or Q°Q?"

Seeing him take out his mobile phone, Fu Baiqing immediately said happily, "WeChat."

Thinking of the number of times Fu Baiqing fell into boxes, Yan Shiqiu reminded again, "Remember to avoid, don't rush to pick things up."

Fu Baiqing nodded "Mmmm", and after ten seconds into the game, he clicked again and hung up.

Yan Shiqiu: "..."

Fu Baiqing blinked blankly, "Huh?"

Yan Shiqiu had no choice but to "suicide" and start over again with Fu Baiqing.

Before the fifth game started, he snapped within a minute, and Yan Shiqiu looked at Fu Baiqing with more affection, "Otherwise, I'll help you play with your account?"

"No," Fu Baiqing rolled up his sleeves, "Come again!"

Yan Shiqiu thought it was necessary for him to calm down, "Wait for me to slow down and make mental preparations."

"Oh."

The cake and black tea had already been delivered. Yan Shiqiu took a bite of the cake, and his mouth was immediately wrapped in sweetness and softness. He paired it with slightly bitter black tea to remove the excessive sweetness, and his satisfied eyes narrowed.

Fu Baiqing bit the macaron, his cheeks puffed up, "Does it taste good?"

"Well, it's delicious."

"The matcha millefeuille here is also delicious, you can try another one."

"No, eating too much will make you tired."

Fu Baiqing nodded, "That's right, then you can pack a copy and go home later, and eat it tomorrow."

"By the way, what's your relationship with Ji Yunnian?" He lowered his voice a bit, and asked again, with curiosity and gossip written on his face.

Yan Shiqiu rested his chin and glanced at him, "Do you know why Xiao Ming's grandfather lived to be a hundred years old?"

Fu Baiqing: "..."

Fu Baiqing picked up the phone, "Enough rest, come again!"

The two played the game for more than an hour in the dessert shop. After chattering countless times in the first minute, they finally brought Fu Baiqing to the point where he could survive for 1 minutes. Papers are exhausting.

He was sure, he really got himself into big trouble!

He changed his posture and nestled on the sofa, clicked on the circle of friends, and continued to collect information about the original owner, trying to match the names of the people the original owner knew with the person.

Suddenly, Yan Shiqiu swiped a photo.

He sat up straight suddenly, staring at the phone screen, staring in disbelief, joy and bewilderment intertwined, his breathing was light.

Fu Baiqing bit the straw, noticed Yan Shiqiu's expression, and asked with concern: "What's wrong with you?"

Yan Shiqiu shook his head.

He picked up the bag next to him and stood up, saying hastily, "I have something to do, so I'm leaving first."

Fu Baiqing opened his mouth, but before he could make a sound, he saw that Yan Shiqiu had already run to the door, stopped a taxi and left.

Countless question marks appeared above his head.

Yan Shiqiu sat in the car and gradually calmed down as the car merged into the sea of ​​cars.

He opened the screen again and stared at the paintings all over the table. His nose couldn't help being sour, but he felt happy in his heart. It turned out that in this world, his mother's paintings also existed.

Then his mother, is she still alive? !

Yan Shiqiu immediately cut to the webpage and searched for his mother's name, but the information that popped up shattered his delusion.

Baizhi died of illness five years ago.

The same.

Yan Shiqiu raised his hand to cover his eyes, and it took him a long time to put it down, but the end of his eyes turned red.

He turned his head and looked out the window quietly.

Half an hour later, the taxi stopped at the entrance of a coffee shop in Xicheng District. Yan Shiqiu got out of the car after paying.

Walking into the store, he quickly found the person who posted the photo, Gu Qi, who was also a rich second generation.

Gu Qi was surprised when he saw him, "Yan Shiqiu?"

"I have something to look for you."

"Looking for me?" She frowned.

"This painting," Yan Shiqiu put the phone in front of her, "Where did you see this sunflower?"

"Why, do you want to buy it?"

Gu Qi snorted and said sarcastically, "Stop dreaming, you can't afford it."

Yan Shiqiu didn't care about her mocking words, it was the truth after all.

All the money he has now adds up to only twenty-eight thousand.His mother's paintings cost 80 yuan at least.

"Well, I can't afford it."

He acted nonchalantly, "I can see and appreciate beauty, as long as I have eyes."

Gu Qi didn't expect Yan Shiqiu to admit it so frankly, he couldn't react for a while, and stared at him blankly, the subsequent ridicule stuck in his throat, unable to get up or down.

"I really like it, can you tell me?" Yan Shiqiu softened his tone and offered to pass the steps.

On the way here, he simply checked Gu Qi, the youngest daughter of the Gu family, the jewel in the palm of the family's thousands of pets, she is not bad and kind, she often does charity, and supports many poor girls to go to school, but she is a bit squeamish.

Gu Qi came back to his senses, looked at Yan Shiqiu for a while, curled his lips, feeling bored.She took out a business card from her handbag and threw it to Yan Shiqiu, "This is the one."

Yan Shiqiu took the business card and looked at her with gratitude, "Thank you."

Gu Qi was stunned again, and replied dryly: "Oh."

Strange, why did Yan Shiqiu look like a different person today?

After getting the address, Yan Shiqiu got up and left without disturbing Gu Qi.

The business card that Gu Qi gave him was a private gallery, and the address was nearby. He took out his mobile phone, called up the map, and walked there along the prompts.

After walking for more than ten minutes, he successfully found the place.

The environment of the gallery is quiet, and the courtyard is full of flowers and plants. After walking through the arch, you enter the hall, where his mother's paintings are hung in the most eye-catching place.

It's really my mother's drawing.

Yan Shiqiu stopped in front of the painting, staring at it with joy and nostalgia.

Standing in front of the painting for a long time, Yan Shiqiu reluctantly left until his stomach grumbled to remind him.

When he walked out of the gallery, he looked again and clenched his fists.

He'll make enough money to buy it!

—

Chen Hangsheng's call came very quickly, and at noon the next day, Yan Shiqiu received a call from him, informing him to sign the contract next Monday.

After hanging up the phone, Yan Shiqiu couldn't help jumping on the spot.

Happy eyebrows.

After saving Chen Hangsheng's number, he turned to wash his face, then returned to the study, sat down in front of the computer, and continued the translation job he just took last night.

1000 yuan is a huge sum of money for him at this stage and cannot be lost.

A week passed quickly.

On Monday morning, Yan Shiqiu arrived at Chen Hangsheng's studio on time.

There are no auditions and the studio is much quieter.

The assistant led him to the conference room, and when Yan Shiqiu went in, he found Fu Baiqing and Fang Yuhua were there.

Fu Baiqing waved to him excitedly, "Good morning!"

"???" He was a little confused.

He looked at Fang Yuhua, then at Fu Baiqing, and understood.

"Is he your artist?" Yan Shiqiu pulled out a chair and sat down, asking Fang Yuhua.

Fang Yuhua nodded, "I just signed the contract half a month ago, I didn't expect you to know each other."

"I just met on the day of the audition."

"I know," Fang Yuhua smiled, "Since Bai Qing returned to the company that day, he has been praising you."

After a pause, he said, "Congratulations."

Yan Shiqiu smiled, "Congratulations too."

Fang Yuhua crossed his arms, "How do you say?"

"He auditioned for the role of Xu Yang again, and he passed, didn't he?" Yan Shiqiu nodded his chin in the direction of Fu Baiqing, "He was very excited, and he showed off to me for a long time."

"That's not showing off, it's sharing joy!" Fu Baiqing interrupted, correcting his words.

"Besides, you didn't tell me that you passed the audition!" He hummed twice, his face full of displeasure.

"I thought you knew," Yan Shiqiu looked at him with a smile, "When you came out of the audition room that day, you just told me, Gou Fugui, don't forget each other."

Fu Baiqing: "..."

Fang Yuhua tapped the table with his fingertips and said, "May I help you negotiate the contract?"

Yan Shiqiu laughed, "You mean, I'm your artist now?"

"Your previous contract is actually still valid, and you didn't send back the termination letter."

Yan Shiqiu remembered that this brokerage contract was negotiated for him by Wen Chen himself, and it was very close to a Class A brokerage contract, all kinds of money were very friendly to him, and it was only signed for three years.

He suppressed his surprise in his heart and didn't show it. He looked at Fang Yuhua and said, "I thought I'd have to talk to you again for a long time, and it's impossible to get the previous preferential treatment."

Fang Yuhua raised his eyebrows, "So, you can't let me down, and earn money for me."

Reaching out his hand to him, Yan Shiqiu said, "It's a pleasant cooperation."

"Pleasant to work with."

At this time, the door of the conference room was pushed open, and Chen Hangsheng walked in with the team. He didn't make many greetings, and said directly: "I'm going to City C in the afternoon, and I don't have enough time, so I invited you all over.

I have prepared the contract, you should read it first, if you are not satisfied, we will renegotiate. "

There is a specialization in surgery, Fang Yuhua is here, Yan Shiqiu is much more relaxed.

He quietly listened to the back-and-forth negotiations between Fang Yuhua and Chen Hangsheng's team, deleted the terms that were not conducive to him, and finally re-negotiated the salary.

In the end, the salary for each episode was increased by 5 yuan.

Fang Yuhua helped him finish the conversation, and then went on to help Fu Baiqing. He still refused to give up an inch, taking Fu Baiqing's rights into consideration.

Chen Hangsheng put so much effort into casting, and finally selected a satisfactory person. Naturally, he was full of sincerity. Although Fang Yuhua had a tough attitude, he actually took into account the interests of the crew, so it didn't take long for both contracts to be finalized.

After signing the contract, Yan Shiqiu received all the scripts.

Coming out of Chen Hangsheng's studio, Fang Yuhua said, "Where are you going? I'll see you off."

Yan Shiqiu did not refuse, he opened the car door and sat in, "'Tu Nian' gallery is in Xicheng District."

"Gallery? Do you want to go to the art exhibition? Then I'm going too!" Fu Baiqing said, then quickly got into the car, leaned close to Yan Shiqiu and looked at him expectantly.

Yan Shiqiu turned his head and asked him, "You don't have a job?"

"No."

"That's fine." Yan Shiqiu didn't mind Fu Baiqing following, he just went to see his mother's painting.

Seeing that Yan Shiqiu agreed, Fang Yuhua didn't say anything.

Put them down at the entrance of the gallery, Fang Yuhua still has something to do, so he left after a few words of advice.

"Go in." Yan Shiqiu led Fu Baiqing into the exhibition hall with ease.

He has come here almost every day these days, and the staff all know him, "Are you looking at Sunflower again?"

"Ah."

"If you like it so much, you can buy it back. Our boss is here today." The staff member said.

Yan Shiqiu smiled slightly, but didn't answer.

After Fu Baiqing and the others left, he asked in a low voice, "Aren't you going to buy it?"

"I have no money." After Yan Shiqiu finished speaking, he stopped in front of the painting, raised his face slightly and looked at it with a concentrated expression.

Just as Fu Baiqing was about to say, "I'll lend you money," he remembered that he had run away from home and had no money at all, so he wrinkled his face and became listless.

Suddenly footsteps and low voices came from behind them, breaking the silence in the exhibition hall.

Yan Shiqiu listened and found the voice very familiar.

No way?

He turned his head, and sure enough, he saw Ji Yunnian again.

Isn't City B too small?