Fancy Manual for Teasing the Male God

What do you mean when we are stupid!

Bar friends, how gentle was in Shi Conglu’s self-recommendation post, but now it is so fierce, no one believes Shi Conglu’s words at all, and even this post was alarmed by the administrator and came out to personally publish Shi Conglu. IP, confirm that those accounts are the correct login of Shi Conglu.

Shi Conglu couldn't beat the "A Thousand Army and Thousand Horses" of my friends alone, so he could only turn off the permission of other people to comment, and he cracked and said to "prove" his innocence.

Unfortunately, what she is doing now is a complete joke in the eyes of friends.

The IP has been picked up, and her previous'exposure' has also been proved to be false, and now she is said to have been misled, and the person who misled her is still the deity of the girl who was framed. Who believes this? what!

In such a short hour, Shi Conglu received a lot of blacklist notices from studios and galleries with which she had previously cooperated, indicating that she would not cooperate anymore. Shi Conglu tried to explain, but it was useless. When thinking about contacting a master who intended to accept her as a disciple before, he was even more humiliated by the black.

Shi Congru was so desperate, she cried out deeply aggrieved, and lived two lives. This was the first time she was so embarrassed.

But how can she be blamed for these things? ! It is obviously that Cen Qianqian used secret moves to steal her fair competition first!

Shi Conglu smashed the computer to the ground while she shrank on the floor and cried with her knees.

After crying for a long time, she felt that she couldn't go on like this again.

So Shi Conglu called the gallery just now.

Qin Wansha and Duan Jingcheng just got the news from the gallery after watching the excitement on the post bar. After connecting to the network monitoring software, Shi Conglu's voice came from the computer.

"Hello, is it XX Gallery? I am the author of Shuitianyiyue, Poem Conglu."

"Sorry, we don't accept self-recommended sales." It was not the man who answered the phone, but a new front desk.

"No, no, no! I did not recommend myself, but a Mr. Zhang has always contacted me."

"Mr. Zhang? Are you talking about our Director Zhang? Please wait a moment."

After a while, the male voice appeared again: "Hello, hello."

"Ms. Zhang, it's me!" Shi Conglu's anxious voice came from the phone.

"Miss Poetry? The things on your post bar have been handled?" The boy was impatient and confused.

"No, not yet, but like this, because I never need to deal with it. I have the talent that your gallery appreciates, and an exhibition needs enough fame. I believe if your gallery is willing to hold an exhibition for me If you take advantage of the current enthusiasm, you will definitely be able to attract a lot of people to watch. At that time, after seeing my level, everyone will no longer have this kind of hostility!"

Listening to Shi Conglu's words, Qin Wansha couldn't help but chuckled: "I really can't imagine that this fateful girl can think of another way of speculation."

"If you encounter those galleries that are greedy for money, I'm afraid you will agree, but unfortunately, it was my gallery that she met."

As soon as Duan Jingcheng's voice fell, the male voice over there spoke again.

"Sorry, we are afraid--"

"Director Zhang." Qin Wansha pressed an intercom button: "Promise her, but said that with her reputation, the gallery is unable to recover the cost, but if it can exhibit with other famous painters, maybe the gallery They will also agree."

After receiving Qin Wansha's instructions, the male voice immediately changed his words and repeated Qin Wansha's meaning to Shi Conglu.

Shi Conglu immediately agreed happily: "Okay, OK! As long as my works can be exhibited together! I don't have much demand!"

After that, Qin Wansha was not interested in listening.

"Why, what good idea did you think of again?" Duan Jingcheng is the person who knows Qin Wansha best, so he can see Qin Wansha's careful thoughts under her sly smile.

"Of course it is--a very good idea." Qin Wansha and Duan Jingcheng played mysteriously.

After the phone call ended, Shi Conglu, who had received a positive answer, was relieved immediately.

She knows very well that this is not only a turning point for the things on this post, but also a turning point for the major events in her life.

Going to the bathroom and washing her face, Shi Conglu picked up the computer again, posted a message on the post bar that she was about to start an exhibition, and explained that she would use her strength to tell everyone that what she said was true.

After that, Shi Conglu really hadn’t logged in to the forum. Therefore, she naturally didn’t know, and there was already a good reply under that post. The top one was mocking Shi Conglu for putting out strength and lies. In the same position.

Shi Conglu shut herself in her studio and started to create with all her heart. Perhaps she was under too much pressure this time. Instead, she found a feeling of expressing with a brush. I have to say that this painting is indeed a poem. The best painting ever drawn from Lu.

With some pride, Shi Conglu photographed the semi-finished painting and posted it among her friends.

Shi Conglu completely forgot that most of her circle of friends are people from the training class, and people from the gallery where she has been a gunman.

Almost half an hour after Shi Conglu sent out the painting, the person in the gallery who had been communicating with Shi Conglu opened the phone: "Hello? Is it teacher S?"

"It's me, what's the matter?" Shi Conglu has no nostalgia for the gallery that is about to be abandoned by her.

"Hahaha, I saw the picture in the teacher's space. The teacher has clearly improved again. It just so happens that the master has an exhibition to show new paintings. What do you think of the price of this painting this time?"

"I won't sell this painting!" Shi Conglu immediately refused the request of the other party: "Besides, didn't I just drew a painting for that master last month? I can't ask too much for it!"

"Uh? Teacher S, you can't say that. We are also old partners. You don't want to sell the painting to someone else? Your current pen is the same as the master's in the eyes of others. It's not easy to explain this matter."

"What is it about me?" Shi Conglu immediately sneered: "I'm just a simple seller of paintings. Now I don't want to sell it. It's as simple as that. I just hang up if there is nothing else to say. ——The money for that painting last time hasn't arrived, so please remind me as soon as possible!"

After that, Shi Conglu didn't give the other party any chance and hung up the call.