Chapter 68 (1/2)
Although the rain stopped, the weather was still gloomy, with the cold wind from the moisture piercing. (gegedang fiction website)
in this weather, I don't want to go out even if I'm tired to fight.
When Fu Mingyu called Ruan Sixian, her voice was clear, not like she had slept.
”Didn't you sleep in the afternoon?”
”No, I went out for lunch and came back in the afternoon to do a set of questions.”
“……”
Fu Mingyu chuckled: ”you are quite powerful.”
In the evening, I burst out from the gate of death, stayed up all night, tossed about in bed in the morning, and could read and write in the afternoon.
His girlfriend is really good.
”I ordered dinner for you in the evening, so I can't eat with you.”
”Oh...”
”Why do you sound disappointed and want me to eat with you?”
”When do you think your narcissism will change?”
”Well?”
Looking at her smile on the computer screen, Ruan Sixian touched the corner of her lips and said, ”it's nothing. I've hung up.”
”Good.”
After the ”beep” on the phone, Ruan Sixian looked at the computer again.
She didn't read a book and spent the afternoon searching the Internet for the word ”Dong Xian”.
Whether it's a web page or a microblog or a professional forum, almost all the content related to her is oil painting, award-winning, and little about her private affairs.
Ruan Sixian checked the relevant information of the agent again.
The fragrance of wine is also afraid of deep alleys. What's more, most artists devote themselves to creation. They often shut up for a few months, and they don't have the spare time and energy to operate for the sales of their works, the planning of individual exhibitions and other social activities. In addition, most artists are not familiar with commercial activities, which may bury an artist with great potential, Some excellent works have no reason to enter the public's attention.
So the art brokerage management team came into being.
After that, if excellent art products want to enter the art market for circulation, preservation and appreciation, they also need professional brokers and institutions to operate.
According to Baidu Encyclopedia, guogaoyang, a senior agent in the art field, with its rich network resources, made three unknown painters be seen before and after. His artistic attainments were recognized, and then he went abroad and became famous.
But apart from this encyclopedia, there is little information about this person on the Internet.
Ruan Sixian combined ”Dong Xian” and ”guogaoyang” to search, and there was not much related content.
”Contemporary oil painting artist Dong Xian talks about oil painting art with Mr. Guo Gaoyang of Jiangcheng futori gallery.”
”Jiangcheng futori Gallery guogaoyang talks about Dong Xian: it's not too late to be a late bloomer.”
It seems that they are all official manuscripts.
Guogaoyang is also a relatively low-key person. There is basically nothing on the Internet other than work-related things.
Web pages on seven or eight pages, keyword adhesiveness has become increasingly low.
Finally, in the vast amount of content, she saw the news that Dong Xian and Zheng Tai'an got married a few years ago.
At that time, Dong Xian was already a little famous. Although there were not many reports about her, there were still some.
One of the reports was forwarded by an oil painting information blogger.
”The matchmaker is my boss. I've met Mr. Dong. He's very beautiful. Ha ha ha.”
Ruan Sixian clicks into this person's home page and stops updating her microblog two years ago, but the profile is still ”professional agent of Jiangcheng futori Gallery”.
The entrance guard system installed in the room suddenly rings. Ruan Sixian closes her computer and walks to the living room with her slippers. At the same time, she sends a message to Fu Mingyu.
[Ruan Sixian]: Here's your dinner!
Just sent out, but saw Dong Xian's face from the surveillance screen.
I'm downstairs, but I didn't come up.
”What's the matter?”
After connecting, she asked.
Dong Xian raised her hand, carrying a food box, ”I didn't fall asleep last night, I want to come and see you.”
Two people look at each other through a small machine.
One was careful, and the other didn't know what he was thinking.
A moment later, the communicator is interrupted by another dial.
Here comes the real delivery man.
”Hello, I'm the waiter of the Western Chamber banquet. Your dinner is here.”
Ruan Sixian opened the door, picked up the food box, looked back at the communicator, and pressed the key to open the door of the unit.
”Come on up.”
She didn't close the door. She took the box to the dining room and put it on the table.
Three dishes, one soup and two bowls of rice.
Does Fu Mingyu treat her as a pig?
Just at this time, Fu Mingyu called.
”Go to bed after eating. Don't make a question.”
”Oh.”
Just at this time, footsteps came from the door. Without looking back, Ruan Sixian said, ”don't change your shoes.””You have guests?”
”Well, here comes my mother.”
The other end of the phone was silent for a while and said, ”I'll hang up first. You can have a good meal.”
Putting down her cell phone, Ruan Sixian looks back with chopsticks and sees Dong Xian slowly coming in with a food box and looking up at her house.
She turned her head and saw a big meal on her table, which made her face a little embarrassed.
She went over and opened the box, which contained a cup of soup.
”I thought you didn't sleep well, so I made some soup.”
Ruan Sixian took her chopsticks, swallowed half a mouthful of rice, licked the corner of her mouth and said, ”sit down.”
Dong Xian nodded, sat down and pushed the soup to Ruan Sixian.