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Autumn in Nancheng came late, and a heavy rain completely washed away the remaining heat, leaving only the cool and pleasant autumn wind.

The long-prepared Yan's Auction House will open on National Day, and the preparatory work has entered the final stage.

Under Chang Yue'e's introduction, Yan Zonglang formed a group of appraisal experts and built a complete business network.Next, you only need to select the auction collection on the opening day and invite guests to attend the opening ceremony.

"All the old professors from the Academy of Fine Arts agreed to come and join us."

Shu Qingmo lay on the side of the leather sofa, and drew a big tick on the densely packed form in her hand.His two feet were resting on Yan Zonglang's lap, and he was enjoying the rare president's massage service.

"The rich and powerful from the Jiangnan area will also come." Yan Zonglang put down the tablet in his hand, supported Shu Qingmo's heel with one hand, and pressed from the ankle to the calf with the other hand, and then pressed from the calf to the hollow of the knee.

"I'm going to invite President Huang of the Painting and Calligraphy Association tomorrow." Shu Qingmo moved her toes comfortably, but Yan Zonglang's big hand immediately wrapped the forefoot.

"No need to review?" Yan Zonglang held his bony ankle with one hand, and circled the full sole of his foot with the other.

"My theoretical foundation is not bad, and I can memorize it very quickly." Shu Qingmo put down the form, looked at Yan Zonglang and said, "Mr. Du introduced me to a teacher from the China Academy of Art. He read my works and thought I was good. If you pass the initial test, you will accept me."

"The first test should not be taken lightly." Yan Zonglang stopped and said, "Since the China Academy of Art is the best art school in the country, it means that the competition will be fierce."

Shu Qingmo chuckled when she heard the words, and picked up the form to cover the lower half of her face, only revealing her two crooked eyes.

Yan Zonglang raised his eyebrows and asked, "What are you laughing at?"

"I was thinking," Shu Qingmo paused, "I like my husband, is it because I see the brilliance of fatherly love in him?"

"Don't you think so?" Shu Qingmo rubbed his foot against Yan Zonglang's majestic mountains with bad intentions, and kept testing on the edge of danger, "Father."

Yan Zonglang narrowed his eyes slightly, letting that foot kill him.He slid his Adam's apple, and said in a deep voice, "Do you want to cry again tonight?"

Shu Qingmo firmly grasped the switch of Yan Zonglang's nervous excitement.As long as he calls "brother-in-law" on the bed, it will completely activate a beast, and finally make him want to die.

Calling brother-in-law is of course risky, and sometimes Yan Zonglang is so ruthless that Shu Qingmo won't even be able to get out of bed the next day, so he rarely calls out on his own initiative.

But just now he had a flash of inspiration and was curious about what would happen if he changed his name. As he expected, his husband really liked it.

"Are you going to punish me?" Shu Qingmo continued to kill with his foot, hiding under the form with a smirk, "Father."

Yan Zonglang couldn't bear to bully him, intending to educate this mischievous little kid, but at this moment, the sound of the elevator reaching the floor interrupted his movements abruptly.

"Mr. Yan, the painting is here."

Holding more than a dozen scrolls in his hands, Secretary Chen walked through the hallway into the living room familiarly.He quickly saw the boss and his wife lying on the sofa in an indecent posture, and immediately realized that it was not the right time to leave or stay.

"Put it on the tea table." Yan Zonglang raised his chin to Secretary Chen with a calm expression while leaning forward.

Secretary Chen accidentally swept across a rock, lowered his head in embarrassment and put the scroll in his hand on the coffee table.However, these scrolls didn't listen to them. As soon as he put them on, several scrolls rolled under the coffee table.

If you want to pick up the fallen scroll, you have to be close to the sofa, and on the sofa is the boss couple who are ready to go.

Secretary Chen took a deep breath and thought to himself, why has his job become so difficult since the boss fell in love.

"Let me pick it up, Secretary Chen."

Shu Qingmo got up from under Yan Zonglang, and picked up all the scrolls that had fallen by the sofa.

Being interrupted this time, Yan Zonglang had no choice but to put away his high spirits, and sat aside expressionlessly.

"Are all Wang Shi's paintings here?" Shu Qingmo opened a scroll and looked at it. It was the ink bamboo he had seen in Fanghua Art Museum before.

"Bought them all here." Secretary Chen said, "Fang Wanrou is dealing with large quantities of paintings collected by the Shu family, so she doesn't have time to pay attention to the identity of the buyers."

Shu Qingmo nodded, put down the scroll and said, "She can only raise money like this."

Yan Zonglang looked at Secretary Chen and asked, "Can you estimate how much money she can raise?"

"I don't even have enough money for a "Lady's Tour in Spring"," Secretary Chen said, "But we can only keep her until the Spring Festival next year. If she can survive this period, the Shu family will be gone soon after the Shishi Mountain project opens." will recover."

"Before recovery." Yan Zonglang said leisurely, "Now that the Shu family is in a bad situation, no one will give them a loan. The interest for the past few months can only be resisted. Anyway, "Ladies Outing in Spring" can't be taken back."

"Even if the Shu family recovers economically after this," Shu Qingmo continued, "I will let them disappear slowly in the art circle, and Mr. Yan will not let them have a good time in the business world."

"Yes." Yan Zonglang raised his hand and rubbed the back of Shu Qingmo's neck, "My wife is right."

Secretary Chen looked at the scene of women singing and husbands following in front of him, and silently sighed in his heart that the proprietress is mighty.

After Secretary Chen left, Shu Qingmo took stock of Wu Yunmo's paintings.

Wu Yunmo painted a total of [-] ink bamboo paintings, each of which has distinct shades and layers, and has its own characteristics.

Before, Shu Qingmo thought that Wang Shi's control of the intensity of brush and ink was just to distinguish the structure of bamboo, but now it seems that each painting has two groups of bamboos, one thick and one light, cuddling and entangled with each other, which probably refers to Wu Yunmo and Shu Guohua.

The most recent painting was inscribed in the year Shu Qingmo was born, and it was inscribed with a poem "Pine nuts fall in the empty mountain, and the lonely person should not sleep" which represents lovesickness.

"Hey." Shu Qingmo shook his head sighingly, put all the paintings into the storage room, and then returned to the living room.

At this time, Yan Zonglang was sitting on the side of the sofa, his eyes kept falling on the tablet computer in his hand, as if he was not disturbed by the outside world.

Shu Qingmo vaguely felt that the atmosphere was not right, he came to sit down beside Yan Zonglang, and called out, "Sir?"

Yan Zonglang was unmoved, his eyes still stayed on the tablet computer.

All right, Shu Qingmo never thought that Yan Zonglang, who was more than ten years older than him, would have the day to be angry with him.

"I just found out that the bamboo drawn by Master alludes to him and Shu Guohua," Shu Qingmo explained, "so I took a longer look at it."

Yan Zonglang still didn't respond.

"Sir." Shu Qingmo shamelessly climbed onto Yan Zonglang, took his tablet and put it aside, "Why are you ignoring me?"

Finally, Yan Zonglang was willing to look at Shu Qingmo, he asked without expression: "Look at it for half an hour?"

"Didn't I just come out?" Shu Qingmo smiled, fell into Yan Zonglang's arms, and said intentionally, "Why didn't you find out that my husband is so clingy before? If you don't see me for half an hour, you will get angry."

Yan Zonglang narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "Which little bastard just ran away after teasing someone?"

"It's me." Shu Qingmo put her arms around Yan Zonglang's neck, her lips brushed against his Adam's apple intentionally or unintentionally, "Then continue now?"

"No." Yan Zonglang broke Shu Qingmo's arm, hugged him aside, then picked up the tablet again, and said calmly, "I still have some documents to read."

Shu Qingmo was not reconciled, he poked Yan Zonglang's arm with his toe: "Sir?"

Seeing that Yan Zonglang didn't respond, he changed his address again: "Husband?"

Yan Zonglang raised his eyebrows, obviously shaken.

Shu Qingmo snickered, leaned close to Yan Zonglang's ear and whispered, "Father."

Yan Zonglang put down the tablet with a snap, turned over and pressed Shu Qingmo under him, and bit his lip hard: "I think you just need to clean up."

Facts have proved that dad is more effective than brother-in-law.

Shu Qingmo collapsed on the bed exhausted, and decided not to call daddy anymore.

At noon the next day, Shu Qingmo invited President Huang of the Painting and Calligraphy Association to have dinner at a Chinese restaurant.

President Huang was still the same as before, he did not hesitate to praise Shu Qingmo, saying that he hadn't misjudged him.

The two chatted about the current situation in the calligraphy and painting circle, and then naturally talked about the topic of today's meeting.

"Thank you, Boss Yan, for inviting me."

Before the topic came to this point, Shu Qingmo and Chairman Huang had a very happy chat.However, after Chairman Huang thanked Yan Zonglang, he suddenly showed embarrassment and said, "But I'm afraid I won't be able to go to the opening ceremony of the auction house."

Shu Qingmo couldn't help feeling strange, he thought today's meal was just a formality, because he had informed President Huang of the purpose of inviting him to dinner in advance on the phone.

If President Huang didn't have time to attend the opening ceremony of the auction house, he should have refused directly on the phone instead of coming out to eat Shu Qingmo's treat and saying that he couldn't go.

"I'm not afraid to tell you, Xiao Shu." President Huang said, "It's not that I don't want to go."

Shu Qingmo's mind was spinning quickly, he immediately came to his senses, and asked calmly, "Is it because of Fang Wanrou?"

Chairman Huang followed Shu Qingmo's words: "She plans to hold a modern calligraphy and painting exhibition at Fanghua Art Museum during the National Day. have fun."

It is impossible for Fang Wanrou not to know that Yan Zonglang's auction house opened on National Day, so her intention of doing so is very obvious, nothing more than to confront Yan Zonglang.

"Is President Huang planning to participate in her calligraphy and painting exhibition?" Shu Qingmo asked, "This kind of literati gathering can be held at any time, right?"

Shu Qingmo hinted that Fang Wanrou's calligraphy and painting exhibition did not have high gold content, so there was no need to push back Yan Zonglang's invitation just to participate in this kind of exhibition.

"I told her that I couldn't arrange the time, so I didn't plan to participate." Chairman Huang said, "But in this way, it will be inconvenient for me to participate with Boss Yan."

Shu Qingmo immediately understood that Fang Wanrou did not expect her painting and calligraphy exhibition to be successfully held.She just took advantage of the neutral attitude of the people in the circle to find an excuse to make it inconvenient for these people to attend the opening ceremony of Yan's Auction House.

It doesn't matter if no one goes to a calligraphy and painting exhibition, but Yan Zonglang's long-prepared auction house doesn't have many people from the art world to join him, so it's a bit embarrassing.

"President Huang, don't worry about Fang Wanrou." Shu Qingmo said, "Whether her art museum can be opened until next year is a question."

"I know this, but," President Huang paused, "Isn't Dean Chang planning to attend the opening ceremony of the auction house?"

Shu Qingmo frowned when she heard this, because Chang Yue'e did call this morning to say that there was a temporary arrangement for the National Day and she couldn't come to Nancheng.

"Dean Chang and Mr. Shu are old acquaintances, and she still has some sympathy for the Shu family." President Huang said, "Since Dean Chang remains neutral, how can others dare to express their views?"

"That's really a problem."

Back home, Shu Qingmo relayed President Huang's words to Yan Zonglang, and then counted down the professors of the Academy of Fine Arts who called to decline the invitation.

Even Li Zhongdao expressed neutrality, and other half-familiar professors naturally would not choose to stand in line.

"That's why we still have to invite Dean Chang." Shu Qingmo concluded, "Otherwise, the number of people is really small."

Yan Zonglang kept thinking about the solution in silence. After a while, he stood up and said, "I'll go to Beijing and invite her in person."

"Wait." Shu Qingmo grabbed Yan Zonglang's wrist, "Aren't you going to ask me what I think?"

Yan Zonglang looked at Shu Qingmo in a little surprise, sat down beside him again, and asked, "What do you think?"

"I've already called Dean Chang." Shu Qingmo said, "I can invite her, but—"

"Can you invite her?" The surprise in Yan Zonglang's eyes became more and more obvious, because he didn't expect Shu Qingmo's mobility to be so strong, and he didn't expect the little friend who always relied on him to be able to solve such a headache.

"But you have to prepare a mounting room for me." Shu Qingmo raised the corners of her mouth slightly, "The time has come for me to show my skills."