sickness

Sitting on the return plane, Zang Bai felt very unreal.

Before coming here, he thought he was just making up for it.The tea city was busy with business, and he didn't want to make this trip, but he couldn't stand the begging and pestering of old customers.

The moment he saw Qiao Liang, he realized that things were not that simple.In addition to being in the tea room in the exhibition hall, he was invited to Qiao Liang's house later, and after looking at the collection of this great painter, he realized that many of his paintings had fallen into his hands.

Zang Bai was surprised, and said to the other party: "If I remember correctly, my "Spring" was taken away by your husband."

"Yes, the teacher's painting is in my house."

"I remember he spent a lot of money at the time."

"A true work of art is priceless."

To Zang Bai's polite compliment, Qiao Liang just smiled: "Is that true? You see that the paintings on this wall are all made by you, and the total price I bought for them is less than a fraction of my painting."

"Thanks to the teacher who likes it, it is my honor to send you for free."

Qiao Liang laughed twice: "You don't have to be so modest."

The discussion on the price of the work ended here. At noon, I had a simple meal at Qiao Painter's house. Liu Dao followed all the way and rarely spoke.After leaving Qiao's house and returning to the hotel, Liu Dao and Zang Bai had a deep talk.

He told Zang Bai straightforwardly that Qiao Liang wanted to promote him as a rookie in the industry and make him the next Qiao Liang in the art circle. Of course, this was also the result of his master Dao's efforts.

"Teacher Zang, you should be very confused now, maybe you are still on guard, but please rest assured, there is nothing tricky here.

"I'm an art lover and a fan of yours. I'm also a businessman who eats his own food, and Qiao Liang is the same to a certain extent. From the perspective of a businessman, although the audience market for artworks is small, it is high-end enough. Very profitable.

"Qiao Liang has his audience, but his works in recent years have gradually failed. He is very smart, so he simply stopped writing and no longer produced externally. He hopes that someone will take over his audience. In the past two years, people have been recommending to him , I hope to get a share of it. My good luck is to find you from so many fake works, and your good luck is to catch Qiao Liang's eyes. I hope we can make this happen together."

Later, Liu Dao explained in detail the specific methods of operation and the distribution of interests between Zang Bai, Qiao Liang and him: "Mr. Zang, I get commission from you, so you can completely trust me in terms of money. Your interests are completely aligned."

After Liu Dao confessed, Zang Bai did not completely let go of his guard.He carefully pondered every key point of his proposal along the way, and found no problems.

Even though it was a profitable matter for all three parties, Zang Bai still couldn't make up his mind. He planned to go back and ask Lin Bochuan for his opinion.

Back in the tea city, Hua Xiaohao had already come to the airport to wait.He asked Hua Xiaohao to take his luggage home and went directly to the company.

No one answered when he knocked on Lin Bochuan's office, so Zang Bai pushed the door open and went in, but there was no one inside.He saw a gap in the lounge door and thought he was taking a nap in it, so he went in lightly.

The light suddenly dimmed, and Zang Bai's eyes were not used to it, but he did see the arched figure on the small bed, and recognized the familiar woolen coat covering the figure, so he moved closer.When he was about to extend his hand to the person, he realized something was wrong.After he bent down to examine carefully, he saw that the face exposed under the clothes was not Lin Bochuan at all, but the new actuary——Hua Lihui.

The man didn't care about the formal clothes he was wearing, and casually walked over to the bed, kicking his shoes sideways to the side of the bed.The quilt at the head of the bed was used as a pillow under his head, but he was holding Lin Bochuan's coat tightly with one hand, half of his face was buried in the clothes, and he was sleeping soundly.

I don't know how Lin Bochuan will feel when he sees this scene. After all, his clothes are neatly ironed and hung up properly. There can be no wrinkle when he wears them.

Zang Bai left the lounge lightly and quickly, and gently closed the door, just as Zhou Chuang came in with the documents.

It is not surprising to see Zang Bai here, Zhou Chuang greeted: "Mr. Zang, you are back."

"Well, just got back."

"Go to Mr. Lin, he's in the sales department right now, arguing with the homeowners who have checked out."

Zang Bai followed Zhou Chuang out: "Then I'll go find him."

"Don't go now, it's a mess."

"fine."

The sales department has been built, the exterior walls have been decorated, and only the interior decoration is left.Now sort out the lobby in advance to deal with refunds.

Before entering the door, Zang Bai heard commotion inside.At first he thought it was a refund and something happened. After listening carefully, he realized that it was a group of people who had checked out the house a few days ago and wanted to buy the house back at the original price.Naturally, the developer disagreed. If they wanted to buy it, they could only buy it at the current market price, which made the owner feel like he was losing money.Shout out to the salesman and ask him to find their manager.

The salesman said bluntly, there is no need for a manager, the boss is inside, it is impossible to let you buy back the house at the price ten years ago, there is no such reason in the world.

Zang Bai bypassed the crowded crowd in the lobby, went to the inner studio through the staff passage, and found Lin Bochuan calm and determined the drawings.

"I thought you were here to deal with the mess outside."

Lin Bochuan turned around and saw Zang Bai, his indifferent and serious face at work immediately came to life, a smile spilled out of the corners of his eyes, he probably had a lot to say, and because outsiders were present, he just said: "I'm back."

"Well, come directly to the company."

"Is it all right?"

Zang Bai nodded.

Lin Bochuan took his hand, pulled him to the front, and pointed to the design drawing on the screen: "I plan to make the sales department look like this. The sales area on the first floor, the office area on the second floor, and the model room on the third floor."

Zang Bai stood in front of him, and Lin Bochuan unconsciously put his hand on his waist, but he was gently patted away, and was given another warning glance.

Lin Bochuan had no choice but to focus on his business, flipping through the design drawings on the computer: "Look, these are the designs of several sample rooms, what do you think?"

Zang Bai sat down and looked at it carefully, and put forward some suggestions for modification in terms of space and color. The designer over there wrote down one by one, and said that a second set of plans would be produced in a few days.

After discussing the design plan, Lin Bochuan took Zang Bai out through the back door, where his car was parked.

Zang Bai was surprised: "You're leaving now, what's the situation ahead?"

"It's exactly what we expected. The owner returned the house and found that someone bought it at a higher price. He felt that he had suffered a big loss and wanted to come back."

"How many sets were returned in total?"

"There are two hundred sets, and the funds are tight. They can't be refunded anymore. This is the end of the matter."

Lin Bochuan got on the car and started it in one go. Before Zang Bai had time to ask him where he was going, the car had already parked in the community garage on the other side of the river.

"What are you doing home now?"

Without saying a word, Lin Bochuan took Zang Bai's hand to get on the elevator and went straight to the house.

As soon as he knocked on the door of the house, Lin Bochuan hugged Zang Bai, pushed him behind the door, buried his face in his shoulder and rubbed hard: "You don't want me to touch you outside, so I have to come back first."

Zang Bai hustled him, speechless: "Boss Lin, you are really exaggerating more and more."

"I miss you……"

Hearing this, Zang Bai suddenly lost strength in his rejecting hand. Zang Bai climbed onto Lin Bochuan's shoulder, tiptoed and hugged his neck: "Me too..."

Lin Bochuan staggered his nose, and the two kissed naturally, then embraced, swaying from side to side and walking aimlessly in the living room, as if they were dancing to a piece of music without music.

The reunion of little farewell, tired enough, Lin Bochuan let go of Zang Bai.

Zang Bai's luggage was sent back by Hua Xiaohao and was still piled up at the door. He opened the box, took a pair of silver artwork ornaments he took from the exhibition, and handed it to Lin Bochuan: "Your room is too spacious, put On the headpost."

"Very beautiful, thank you." After speaking, he pressed a kiss on the side of Zang Bai's face.

"By the way, I went to your office first when I came back, and I saw Manager Hua taking an afternoon nap in the lounge."

"Well, he has redone the tent these days, and stayed up late last night, so I asked him to catch up on sleep."

Zang Bai thought of the overcoat that covered him again, but it seemed that there was no need to mention it.

"You should give people a day off. Capitalists can't squeeze employees like this. If Uncle Hua knows, he will definitely not be happy."

"He doesn't want to take a vacation, so don't worry about it. Hua Lihui has been like this since he was a child, and he will do everything with his life." Lin Bochuan posted it stickyly, and fell on the sofa with Zang Bai in his arms, and the two rolled into each other. group, biting each other's lips.

It wasn't until the base of his tongue was so painful and numb, and Zang Bai's lips were swollen from sucking, that he stopped panting, and still hugged him, unwilling to part for a moment.

"How about this exhibition? I see that none of the paintings you brought back have been bought by others?"

"Ah."

"It's a painting one by one, it's not worth selling it. If you want to, I'll open a personal exhibition for you after I've been busy here."

"Farewell, you concentrate on your work." Zang Bai hesitated for a while, and then whispered the total price of the three paintings to Lin Bochuan in a shy voice.

Lin Bochuan was startled.

"you do not believe?"

Lin Bochuan let go of Zang Bai, and suddenly became serious: "I just didn't expect... did I delay you?"

The painter who can sell at this price cannot be an unknown little painter. Although there is still some distance from the price of tens of millions or billions of a painting, there are often only a handful of people in that line at the top of the pyramid. .

Zang Bai's price is already regarded as the level of a well-known painter, but Lin Bochuan didn't take his painting seriously before, only as a hobby.

"Why do you think so?" Zang Bai was also not sure what Lin Bochuan meant.

"Tell me first, what do you think about painting?"