There is a guest at the door.

  For some reason, I have an aversion to this person, mainly because of his sensationalism in using the Wu Yan case for personal gain. The excitement on his face is written with fame and greed. But it's also impossible to criticize people like him, because there are too many such existences, including media, entrepreneurs, individual businesses, etc., who use means to achieve their goals. This is a social phenomenon.

  After the successful handover, Jiang Yan invited me to have a meal at a restaurant near Xingguang Studio. When she asked me to be her studio's full-time illustrator, I wasn't too surprised. Perhaps it was because I had been with someone for a long time, but I seemed to have also learned how to pick up some information from the other person's expression and body language. At that moment when Jiang Yan said those words while holding my hand, she had already made up her mind.

  "After a moment of contemplation, I smiled and replied: 'Yan Jie, you know that I have my own art gallery, and I've signed long-term contracts with several publishers to create illustrations for their books from time to time. It's possible that this full-time job...I won't be able to handle it.'"

  Jiang Yan didn't get annoyed and retreated to seek the next best thing: "Then let's settle on having your side produce all the promotional illustrations for this play's post-production."

  This requires me to be unobjectionable, and it's considered the same item because the stage play covers more scenes and content, so it's impossible to only do one show. According to Jiang Yan's statement, if the initial effect is strong, then the playwright will continue to add plot to it, and the whole play will be performed like a TV series, but its model is also imitating a series of movies, with each episode being a relatively complete story.

  So when I returned to the gallery, I brought back a supplementary contract for signing.

  As I stepped into the gallery, I stopped in amazement.

  The little boy was not there, and the old man was still sitting in his usual place. A young man sat beside him, leaning over to whisper something in his ear. On the other side of the room, a fashionably dressed woman had her head tilted back, gazing at an abstract oil painting hanging on the wall.

  Is this a business opportunity? Then consulting Gao Cheng? I have a very bad feeling about this.

  As I stepped across the threshold, three pairs of eyes turned towards me. Opening the door for business, courtesy is paramount, so I put on a smile and walked towards the lady: "Hello, do you need any help?" The other party looked me up and down, hesitated, and asked: "Are you..." I smiled lightly in response: "I'm the owner of this gallery. You've been standing in front of this oil painting for a moment, if it's convenient, let me introduce its story to you briefly."

  A burst of laughter came from behind, accompanied by a teasing tone: "Quzi, the boss's wife thinks you're a literary young woman, you're overdressed!" The woman turned around and glared at him with a low voice: "Mind your own business, I like this painting, it makes me think of the thrill of fresh red blood flowing from my veins." After finishing, she turned to me: "No need for introduction, how much is this painting? I'll buy it."

  Looking at the abstract painting on the wall from a micro perspective, although its base color is red, it is covered with blue on the outside. The original intention of the painting is that human love is originally multi-colored and ever-changing, but after being brilliant and blooming, it ultimately returns to a light gray, bringing a sense of melancholy and nostalgia. But this lady thought of... the blood flowing in her veins, which is also too "alternative".

  "Hey, boss lady, how much does it cost? Don't be distracted, there's a customer here, hurry up and do business."

  It was still the young man sitting beside Gao Cheng who spoke, and he received a stern rebuke from the woman: "Luo Jinghan, shut up!" The young man didn't get angry, but instead smiled and became even more unrestrained.