because i'm pretty

Zhou Xing continued on the phone: "Of course I asked you clearly before I told you. I'm the kind of collector you think. Our reputation as a producer is not very good, so I paid attention."

"But I don't think that because of this, you can't judge Yuan Zhiming's problem. It can be seen that he is a very simple person. Maybe he has never seen such a gray deal. After all, he studied abroad before?"

Hu Manting hadn't seen it before, and Yuan Zhiming couldn't have seen it.

Li Yikai said: "The domestic art academy he studied as an undergraduate, those people go to the university every day to buy student works and develop them offline."

Zhou Xing added: "That's also possible...he thought the producer introduced a serious gallery?"

Li Yikai also ruled it out: "But as far as I know, he has an uncle who is the manager of the art museum. If he contacts formal galleries or the art economy, there will be no channels."

Zhou Xing was silent for a moment: "But it's quite strange. Yuan Zhiming wears limited edition sneakers, uses imported paint, graduated from a school with a tuition fee of one million yuan, and drives a big G into a tractor. It is not so short of money..."

"Didn't you dare to ask your family for money when you spent money chasing girls in college?" Li Yikai said.

Zhou Xing choked for a moment, and said silently: "I was only 20 years old at that time...Don't always think about others like this, talk to them well, don't talk about it."

Li Yikai said that he knows how to measure.

The next day during his lunch break, he left the company early, drove to the place where Yuan Zhiming painted graffiti, and asked him to meet at the coffee shop.

Yuan Zhiming rushed over, with dark circles under his eyes, but he looked very energetic, he waved to Li Yikai through the glass window, and there was a gust of wind when he sat down.

Li Yikai pressed the menu to prevent it from being picked up, ordered pasta and dessert for him, and handed him a disinfectant wipe, watching Yuan Zhiming wipe the wipe until it was stained blue.

He didn't exchange pleasantries, he just got down to business first:

"The secret theme you mentioned last time has been unanimously agreed by our team. We want to follow your idea and hope to get your authorization."

"Of course." Yuan Zhiming was very happy.

"But it is still in its infancy. The creative director of my group wants to ask if you are interested in joining the refinement work later."

Yuan Zhiming looked up with his mouth open: "You mean, can I work in Miaojia?"

"Well," Li Yikai nodded, and said in a business-like manner, "But before becoming a full-time employee, there is a three-month probationary period."

"In addition, because of the special circumstances this time, you can also choose to cooperate with our project. A cooperation model like Zhou Xing will be more flexible."

Yuan Zhiming said without hesitation, "I want to officially join."

Li Yikai guessed that he would agree, but he didn't guess that he didn't even consider the way of project cooperation.

He clasped his hands and said in a deep voice, "I'll be very busy, often work overtime, travel frequently, and rarely even have full weekends and vacations."

Yuan Zhiming thought it was a test, looked at him seriously and promised: "I can do it."

Li Yikai said "um", and accompanied him after the meal in some silence, and chatted casually about cats.

When Yuan Zhiming proposed to buy this meal by himself, he leaned back slightly and broke the supposedly harmonious and pleasant conversation, asking: "May I ask, are you under heavy financial pressure? "

Yuan Zhiming was obviously stunned for a moment, and blinked his eyelashes quickly: "I only do art and don't make money."

"How much do you need?" Li Yikai asked, "I mean...if you have financial difficulties, maybe I can help you."

Long doubts appeared on Yuan Zhiming's face, and he asked, "Why help me?"

"Maybe..." Li Yikai looked down at the transparent glass, the ice cubes gradually melted and shrunk in the water, he said, "I have seen some talented people gradually lose themselves when they integrated into this society, and I feel it is a pity. "

Yuan Zhiming didn't make a sound, Li Yikai looked at him, and said quickly: "I don't know if we are friends, but I sincerely hope you can think clearly, this choice is not only a waste of your time, but also a lot of money." Potentially drains energy and aura."

He added cryptically, "And fame..."

Because of staying up late, Yuan Zhiming's eyes were often sore and swollen. He touched his iced coffee with his fingers, and the coolness spread to his brain and the corners of his eyes, and then he smiled politely and alienated.

He said: "Thank you for telling me this, but I have thought about it myself, and I have thought about it very clearly."

As if a familiar wall rose in front of Li Yikai, he was powerless and eager, and he opened his mouth to ask: "Is it the result of thinking clearly about dealing with painting dealers?"

A trace of astonishment flashed across Yuan Zhiming's face, and then disappeared.

His light-colored pupils moved slightly, and he expressed his resistance softly but firmly: "This is my own business."

For the first time, Li Yikai got up and left without waiting for Yuan Zhiming.

Yuan Zhiming sat near the window, watching him wearing a well-tailored windbreaker, his short hair was blown by the draft when he walked out of the store, and then he sat in the car and left neatly.

He watched the silver car disappear, his eyes gradually lost focus and became empty and empty.

When he was a child, someone always teased him when he was in a daze and asked him what he was thinking. Yuan Zhiming was often troubled by this, and didn't know how to describe the world that only he could see.

Now his language expression is still poor, but he rarely worries about these anymore.

because he took up the paintbrush;

Also because he is no longer that curly-haired doll-like kid—not many people have time to care about the inner world of another adult.

As an adult, Yuan Zhiming also has less and less time to relax without interruption.

He looked at his phone, and the source noted that it was "Dr. Lu".

Dr. Lu: "Recently, the results of dialysis have been very good. Don't worry, he seems to be in a good state of mind."

Yuan Zhiming's eyebrows relaxed slightly, and he typed a reply: "Okay, thank you, Dr. Lu."

Dr. Lu: "You're welcome. The status of family members is very important to the patient. It is also thanks to you that you can maintain the status quo. Continue to be optimistic and strong."

"Yeah, I will, thank you."

Yuan Zhiming clicked send, looked up at the empty dining table, grabbed the somewhat long bangs on his forehead, and flipped them back indiscriminately, then walked back to the set to continue the unfinished work in time.

Dark blue base, black tangled lines, a tight lip looming.

Yuan Zhiming used the smallest size of white spray paint to dot the almost invisible glow of fireflies around the thread balls.

Not long after, his phone rang again.

The other party is Zoe, the human resource of Mujia Company, and formally communicated with him about the details of entry.

Yuan Zhiming listened to the other party's kind and gentle tone, and replied a few "um", "Understood" and "No problem" very briefly.

Finally he said, "Thank you, I can start this Thursday."