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"Let me bring it for you." I said like Tang Jun was reaching out her hand.

She looked at me with a strange color in her eyes. She extended her hand and passed me the "eye", and I accepted the necklace. I glanced at the golden color in her eyes, then stood up and walked behind Tang Jun.

I brushed away the hair on the back of Tang Jun's neck, and helped her put on the necklace while saying indifferently, "Qin Shana is about to hold a painter meeting, and now that Zhou Si's business is getting better, I wonder when Yan Zhan will reveal his true face."

Tang Jun laughed and said, "That's right, Yan Zhan thought he was standing behind Zhou Si."

"There's something I need to contact you on the phone." I said, "You look good in it."

Tang Jun shook my hand, causing her hand to feel cold, just like the temperature of Zhou Jin's palm.

I returned to Zhou Si's office and happened to pass by the trading hall. The number of customers had increased a lot, and other than the middle-aged and elderly customers, there were a few other young people. They walked around in their uniform and skirt, and spoke about investment in a low voice.

There was a chart on the wall with a red haircut that went straight up, and I saw that another staff member had added another one, still going up.

"Hello, we are about to release three issues of National Painting." A very handsome and young man was talking to a rich Middle-aged woman. Beside him were a few women, saying, "We specially invited Teacher Qin Shana, a Chinese painter, to draw a painting. Her painting is very famous."

"Qin Shana..." A woman looked at the man and muttered, "I also know some Chinese painting masters, how come I've never heard of this name before?"

The man paused for a moment, and then retracted his smile, but then he laughed again, and said, "Teacher Qin Shana is very famous abroad, she has received many big prizes, and they were only developed after a few years back home. It's normal for our people not to know about her."

"Is that so?" The woman said doubtfully, "Then how are you going to buy this third set of Chinese paintings?"

The woman heard the man's words and seemed to be interested in Qin Shana. The man then took out a piece of paper and said, "There's an invitation letter here, Teacher Qin Shana is holding a meeting right now, you can take a look."

I walked past them and went back to my desk. I had already decided where the meeting would be held, and the invitation had been printed out. My current goal is to make them as much money as possible, so that I can finally get more, turn the tide and help the building fall, isn't that interesting?

I held the documents and walked into Zhou Si's office. Zhou Si was buried within his desk, beside him was a stack of documents, and I also saw a kraft paper folder. From the exposed part, I could see that it was filled with red bills and a card.

"It's ready." I glanced at the paper bag on the table.

Zhou Si nodded his head and said, "A few days later, Qin Shana's husband will also come. Help me fetch him."

"Alright."

The meeting place Qin Shana held was in the exhibition hall of the Sheng Shi Group Building, where all sorts of paintings she had painted were already laid out, at the same time, the invitation letter had already been sent down, and the guests were also prepared to eat snacks and drinks.

At ten-thirty in the morning, the meeting was held as planned. In addition to the various flower baskets in the corridor, there were also banners.

There was a long table with papers and pens and a stack of books, and the reporter's reception desk was ready, with delicate and inexpensive little gifts, hoping they would say something nice to the newspapers, the Internet, and the magazines.

People were coming in one after another. In addition to the middle-aged and old people that I had once thought they were, there were a few more young people. Their clothes also looked very good.

I looked at the situation in the hall, then walked out to look for Qin Shana, who was currently in his resting room.

"How is it?" Qin Shana asked. At the moment, she was wearing a silk dress with an emerald necklace, and her hair was meticulously combed.

"Very pretty." I smiled and said, "Let's go. A lot of people are waiting for you."

I followed Qin Shana and stared at the back of her head.

The door to the hall opened, and I saw that the reporter's flash had come on.

"Teacher Qin, your painting is really good." Someone called out, and I followed the sound, looking at his excited expression and guessing that he must have been hired by the company.

Qin Shana was surrounded by a group of people, holding a book in their hands, their faces revealed excited expressions, as though Qin Shana was really some great painter, but there were a few artistic people who knew that Qin Shana's painting was not worth mentioning, but they were all wrapped up in letters, just like how some people were talking about business, and wanted to buy a good car.

Qin Shana sat on the chair, a bunch of people were lining up, waiting for her to pick up her brush and draw.

I took a glance at Qin Shana, then left her body and walked around. Her paintings were hanging on the walls, and I looked at them one by one, trying my best to find the light spots on them.

At that moment, a trace of fragrance suddenly entered my nose. The fragrance was very strong, like the fragrance of a flower blooming to its peak, but also like the last struggle of a flower on the verge of corruption.

I continued to stare at the picture hanging on the wall. The pink water lily looked so good that I wanted to touch its petals with my fingertips.

"It's been so long since we last met, but your taste is still so vulgar." A familiar voice came from beside me. I didn't need to turn around to know who it was.

"Yes." I smiled slightly and said, "I've never had much taste, don't you know that?"

I turned to look at him. He was wearing a print dress and his brown hair was loose on his back. Her face was painted with delicate makeup, making her look much more mature and confident.

"I thought you were already married to Zhou Jin, what's going on with that Yan Siqi guy?" Ye Qing laughed as she spoke, her words carried mockery, but I knew that it was not.

I smiled, thought for a moment, and said, "Things are always so fickle."

"Yeah." Ye Qing withdrew her wrist when she said this.

I glanced at it and saw that it was a tattoo, a tiny flower, the scar that had once been there gone.

"Did you come back to snatch away Zhou Jin?" I asked him.

Ye Qing laughed and took out a card from her bag to hand to me, "My family will hold a welcome party tomorrow. If you have time, come and see."

She handed me the card and walked away. I noticed that she was really different now, but had she really changed?

She didn't answer my question. Was it a demonstration?