Sex and the City Contract

Lawrence looked at the small white ball under his feet, weighed the club in his hand, and considered whether he should change to a smaller one.According to theory, facing Hanginglie's ball position, he must first understand the route of the ball after it flies out: look up at the green, and then look at the ball; standing on a slope will increase the angle of the human body's spine, and the possibility of right deflection after hitting the ball very high.

Lawrence asked his caddy to give him an iron that was one size smaller.This set of golf equipment was tailor-made for him by Callaway. It has a high MOI and is super professional. However, his golfing age is actually only a few years old.

With his hand on the end of the shaft, again in theory he has to hit the ball at the full length of the shaft while balancing his body, keeping his knees supple, standing on his feet, and keeping his body perpendicular to the clubface; three-quarter play , reducing the rotation arc...

Just before the bright pole, Lawrence stopped.He knew that the problem was not with the club, the back, or the theory. He turned his left arm twice vigorously, but the muscle numbness had not been completely eliminated.He took a deep breath and hit the ball.

"Fore..." Jiexi immediately yelled exaggeratedly from the side, telling the people in front to pay attention to the ball, so as not to hurt innocent people.

"If there's a Bogey in this hole, I'd be laughing." Lawrence said helplessly.

Jessie shook her head and asked with a smile, "You had a hard time playing today. Shoulder pain?"

Lawrence raised his eyebrows and rubbed his shoulders. "You have fifty shoulders, don't you?" Jessie teased him.

Lawrence laughed dryly, thinking to himself, it was all caused by that kid.

Although he had a good night's sleep, when Lawrence opened his eyes early in the morning, he felt numb in his left arm and felt numb.Looking sideways, Gabriel was clung to his waist, with his head resting on the hollow of his left shoulder, and his hands were still clutching his collar, like an innocent man hugging a eucalyptus tree. tail bear.

Lawrence tried to move him a little away, but the opposite effect made the other person move closer to him, almost lying on top of him.Lowering his eyes, he saw Gabriel's sleeping side face, slightly parted lips, the line from the jaw to the neck, and the white and tender skin... For Lawrence, this is simply to give a boost to the natural sexual desire in the morning. It was a brutal trial - Lawrence wouldn't be able to guarantee his sanity if he wasn't wearing jeans.

Lawrence became a little annoyed.He felt like Adam in the Garden of Eden. God deliberately let him look at the pure and fresh figs, but warned him not to eat them.Damn it, he frowned, pushed Gabriel away mercilessly, and sat up from the bed.

After all, the sofa bed was not big enough, Gabriel turned over and fell off the bed.

"You sleep badly." Seeing Gabriel crawling into bed sleepily, Lawrence complained loudly on purpose.

But Gabriel continued to sleep with his head sullen, as if he didn't hear it.

Thanks to the poor blood circulation in the left arm caused by the kid Gabriel, Lawrence ended up with Double Bogey on that hole. "I knew I would have shoulder pain. I should play football with you today instead of golf." Lawrence tried to laugh at himself.

They move on to the next hole.On the way, Lawrence's cell phone rang suddenly.

"Today is Saturday, can't you take a day off?" Jessie complained lightly.

Lawrence frowned. Most of his acquaintances knew that he didn't talk about business on Saturdays, and those who dared to call him, if they didn't have urgent reasons, were idiots without eyesight.He looked down to see what type of call this was.

Seeing the phone number displayed on the screen, he was a little surprised. After hesitating for a moment, he still picked it up and deliberately walked aside.

Jiexi watched Lawrence's phone call with cold eyes, as if he was trying to calm someone's emotions with nice words.After a while, he finally walked back.

"I can let you answer the phone on Saturday...couldn't it be the young master of your family?" Jie Xi said as if casually.

"What little master... Oh, Gabriel." Thinking of the numb muscles in his left arm, Lawrence shook his head: "It's not that difficult brat. It's Archer Owen."

"That model?" Jessie asked curiously, "One of your bedmates? What's the matter, isn't it because she was left out in the cold, so she asked you for a 'gift'?"

Lawrence laughed dryly.He has always been very frank in this regard, and as an only son, Jie Xi is like his brother, so he doesn't hide anything.The relationship between him and these bed partners is basically a mutual support relationship of supply and demand, not a monetary transaction-he hates paying for orgasms.He will help them with some difficulties, or provide some opportunities - usually work.

"No. He was injured on the set, he cut the knee ligament." Lawrence said lightly.

"No way?" Jiexi couldn't help being surprised, and said with concern: "Do you need to go to my medical center? Today there is a very skilled surgeon in the hospital..."

Lawrence was not nervous at all, "Don't bother. He has met the 'most perfect hands on the entire east coast' to treat him."

"Who is so arrogant to say that he is the 'most perfect hand'?"

"As far as I know, it was your father who complimented him that way." Lawrence said with a smile, "Archer is in a public hospital, and just happened to meet your brother to help him treat him."

Jesse was stunned, "...George?"

"He seems to call himself 'Rain' now."

"George Campbell. You know 'Rain' is a dog's name." Jessie's face fell. "It's a headache."

"No." Lawrence echoed, "he's been very unkind to me lately." The implication is that Ryan testified for Gusman's last words, but he never mentioned this matter to Jessie. .

"In order to build a medical center, he has been so angry that he hasn't spoken to my dad for several years, let alone you." Jie Xi said, "I probably think you have betrayed his trust and vented your anger on my dad."

Lawrence spread his hands, "No way, who taught your father..." His face sank before he finished speaking.

Jesse glanced at him, "I almost forgot, tomorrow is Sunday. Are you going to find 'him'?"

Lawrence nodded, feeling gloomy.

Monday.

Gabriel took a deep breath, and walked into a clean and bright elevator in a complex commercial building.There were already many well-dressed men and women elites standing in the elevator with indifferent expressions. Being caught in the middle, Gabriel wondered how to press the floor he was going to.

While hesitating, a certain voice asked him, "Which floor?"

"Twelfth floor, thank you." Gabriel said politely.

"The twelfth floor... Antique Art Brokerage Company." The man said again.

Gabriel then turned his head and found a man in his late thirties with a coffee can in his hand and rimless glasses, looking at him with a friendly smile on his face.

As each floor is reached, someone goes out and someone comes in again in the elevator.When we reached the ninth floor, the man before him held up the coffee can in his hand and said, "See you tomorrow on the [-]th floor."

Gabriel shrank subconsciously and vigilantly, didn't say anything, just smiled awkwardly.

Walking into the glass door with "Antique" written in large light silver characters, Gabriel was quite disturbed—his first official working day.

Oxon first took him to the office in the future. The furnishings inside were still very simple, but there was already a brass gilt nameplate with "Dr. Gussman" on the desk, which made Gabriel a little embarrassed.

Then, Oxon introduced him as "Dr. Gussman" to various departments, and Gabriel could clearly feel the disapproval, wait-and-see, and even slightly hostile eyes of those people.As Oxon said, this is an industry that pays attention to "experience". His colleagues are all experts in their 40s and [-]s who have accumulated a certain amount of experience. In contrast, Gabriel seems to be a college student who came to practice and work. He was quite uncomfortable.

"Are you the new manager?"

After finishing the routine greetings, Gabriel returned to his office, looked at the previous auction catalogs, periodicals, organized stationery, and even sharpened all the pencils in the drawer, and finally couldn't find other chores to do , I ran to the tea room to make herbal tea.When he was pouring hot water into the teacup in a very slow motion, a girl who was about his age and who was in charge of hospitality suddenly said this to him.

Gabriel nodded and forced a friendly smile, "Yes, I'm Gussman."

"Are you really a doctor of art history? How old are you?"

Gabriel shrugged stiffly, pretending to be normal and said, "I'm 22 this year..."

"Oh." When the girl heard his age, the original respect in her tone dropped instantly, "We—" she pointed to the door of the reception desk, "I was just guessing who this heavenly soldier would be..."

Gabriel's eyes widened in confusion, "Heavenly Soldier?"

"Your position——" the girl lowered her voice, and she no longer called Gabriel "you". Those who come will get it, and..." The girl glanced at him, "And she's so junior." After finishing speaking, she left the tea room with an excuse.

Gabriel knew the girl was telling him these things on purpose.He had long expected that this position would not give him a warm welcome. In this so-called "qualification-oriented" environment, he had already planned to prove his ability with reality, but he didn't expect to be called "a genius" Goddess," Gabriel sighed.He might have become a thorn in the side of others long before he officially went to work.

Back in the office, there was a stack of folders on his desk.

"This is the information for the next auction catalogue." A secretary knocked on the door and poked his head in, "Please... "You" to see if there is any problem—" The secretary was about to leave, but then returned, "Excuse me, "Doctor" Gusman."

Gabriel nodded, trying to appear as comfortable and ordinary as possible.However, it was hard for him not to notice the sarcasm in the secretary's words.

Gabriel took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and touched the platinum bracelet on his wrist.Tell yourself: now he is the only "Gussman", not "Gussman's son", he is alone.

Opening his eyes again, Gabriel gently opened the drawer, took out a sharpened pencil, slowly opened the folder, and looked carefully.

Have a safe and sound first day at work.The next morning, when Gabriel was going to Antique, he passed a small cafe called RiveGauche on the road. The dark brown wooden frame and the cursive letters on the large glass windows were a "left bank" coffee shop on the streets of New York far away from the river bank. Museum, it naturally reminded him of his days in Paris, and he couldn't help feeling nostalgic.

Gabriel deliberately looked at the handwritten menu on the sign outside the door. Although the cafe has a French name, it sells Italian coffee.Looking in through the glass window, there is a large Italian espresso coffee machine behind the bar, and the coffee bean bucket next to it is marked with "illy" in white on a red background. He couldn't help laughing, this should be the guy Lawrence would favorite place.

Wait, Gabriel was stunned for a moment, why did he suddenly think of that guy?He shook his head, pushed open the door of the cafe and walked in.

As soon as he stepped in the door, the unique aroma of espresso immediately hit his nostrils. The cafe was already full of gourmets who love Italian coffee. Gabriel finally squeezed to the bar and ordered a cup of Cappuccino. At the same time, he noticed that there was which kind of food.After a while his coffee came, and Gabriel took a sip without looking at it. It was quite good, and he thought that he might come here for lunch in the future.

"...He drew two hearts for me!"

Gabriel suddenly heard a girl next to her talking excitedly with her companion.

"Mine is a maple leaf!"

Gabriel froze for a moment, realizing they were talking about Cappuccino's art of frothing milk.Experienced baristas can use the milk foam to draw or write on the Cappuccino. Gabriel also looked at his cup, because he has already drunk more than half of the cup, and there are only semicircular traces on the remaining milk foam.He shrugged, paid the money and left.

As soon as he entered the company's gate, Gabriel immediately saw Tivita from the sculpture department coming out of Oxon's office, and gave him a provocative look.

Gabriel walked into the office suspiciously. Within 10 minutes, Oxon called him to come over. "It only takes 5 minutes," he emphasized.

"Dr. Gussman." Oxon leaned back on the back of the chair, flicking his chin with his fingers, as if he was thinking about how to speak: "Do you know the content of the job?"

"Of course." Gabriel nodded, "Responsible for identification. Every time the goods delivered by the seller to the auction are collected and sorted by the respective departments, the identification and explanation will be sorted out to my department. I will be in charge of the final inspection to see if there is any There are no mistakes or omissions...”

"I'm glad you mentioned the word 'merchandise'." Oxon interrupted him. "You know the difference between 'auction' and 'museum'?"

Gabriel frowned, "What do you want to say?"

"That's right. In the morning, Tiveta gave me this item—" Oxon pointed to a folder on the table, and Gabriel recognized that it was the work he completed yesterday: corrected the next Misidentified section of auction catalog. "You just came here, and you don't know that Tivita is a very fussy person, and my blood pressure is high in the morning, and his nagging will make my blood pressure worse... In short, you are not here to be a professor."

"There are no mistakes in my corrections." Gabriel said frankly, and at the same time opened the folder: "...This "Pieta" is obviously a work imitating Goethe's era in the [-]th century...Here, it is definitely the original Century imitation, not seventeenth century. And..."

Oxon raised his hands, "I believe you are right. But, do you understand how the 'auction' works? For us, these are commodities, not collections, and our purpose is to make a profit. I believe you listen know what I mean."

Gabriel took a deep breath. "You mean that Antik only needs to help sellers 'package' their products, and doesn't care about authenticity and quality?"

"Your most admirable advantage is that you don't need me to explain the same thing twice." Oxon said with a smile: "Of course, we also "care" about the authenticity and quality of the product, after all, it is the direct reserve price; it's just that After weighing with many parties, maximize profits without excessively departing from integrity. This is the highest commercial secret, please don’t tell others.”

Gabriel bit his lower lip, and after hesitating for a moment, he said coldly: "Based on the principle of profit, isn't it very unsuitable for Antik's economic efficiency to hire me? Spend money to hire an 'idle' person?"

Oxon raised his chin and squinted at Gabriel, who was staring at him fearlessly. "I told you before that this industry pays attention to "experience", not only professional experience, but more importantly, interpersonal experience. Simply put, it is PR.

"The senior personnel here may not have as brilliant academic qualifications as you, but each of them represents a very intricate network of buyers and sellers." Oxon poured himself a glass of water, "To be honest You said, so did you. I gave you the position you deserved after "estimating" the ... "economic benefits" you might bring."

Gabriel frowned, unable to speak a word.His "economic benefits" have always been extended from his parents. Now that he has lost two of them one after another, he really can't see what economic benefits he can bring. "I do not understand……"

"You will understand." Oxon spread his hands, "Tomorrow I will ask you to handle a "heavyweight" auction case, and I am very much looking forward to your performance."

Gabriel is not ignorant of his own personality.He is a person with all kinds of emotions, anger, sorrow, and joy, he can never hide his dislike or liking, and he doesn't know how to speak in a roundabout way; basically, he neither likes nor is good at getting along with outsiders.Therefore, people often say that he is "arrogant" and "indifferent".Gradually, he took these two traits as his own protective color, and this also made his interpersonal relationship worse and worse.

However, a bottleneck appeared just after the work started, and Gabriel began to think that he might have to grit his teeth and make some changes.

The next day, Gabriel woke up very early.After going downstairs, I saw Lawrence reading the newspaper while having breakfast as usual.

"Morning." He was the first to say hello, and Lawrence replied vaguely "Morning" without even raising his head.

Gabriel pulled out a chair and sat down, drinking a glass of water while thinking about how to "talk to people".After a long night of thinking, he thought that since there is an "outsider" in the family, it may be the first step in practicing how to get along with others.

After making up his mind, Gabriel poured coffee for himself, then took a deep breath, and began to "talk", from the furnishings in the house, the lounge, the small garden, any small things that could be said, while Lawrence was still staring at The newspaper, just casual responses of "um", "yeah", Gabriel felt more and more idiot.

"...I found a cafe called RiveGauche, they sell Italian coffee, it's great..."

"Little brat." Lawrence finally raised his head. "Could you please be quiet? I want to concentrate on reading the newspaper."

Gabriel was stunned in astonishment and embarrassment, and swallowed all his words.

"Or, you can keep talking to yourself." Lawrence finished his coffee in one gulp, "I'm going first." Then he left, leaving behind Gabriel and two front pages that read "African Oil Pipeline Attacked by terrorists" newspapers are in place.

Failed at the first practice session, Gabriel immediately gave up on trying to improve his relationship.So what about being perceived as cold, arrogant?He told himself angrily, who cares!Gabriel walked into the office like a gust of wind, with a straight face, ignoring anyone, and doing things in his own way.

In the afternoon, when Gabriel finished his lunch and deliberately delayed returning to the office, he found a stack of documents already on the table.This should be what Oxon called a "heavyweight" case, and Gabriel could guess that some rich seller wanted to sell a large and useless collection at a high price, or something like that.To put it bluntly, it was an excuse to force him to make a choice—voluntarily resign or put down his figure.Gabriel shook his head.

However, when he opened the folder, Gabriel was stunned in shock; a few minutes later, without even thinking about it, he immediately opened the door and rushed out.

"Where's the fucking Brodys bastard?"

Not long after, Gabriel came to the Metropolitan Bank and angrily asked the counter staff.It used to be a place he was very familiar with, and people with a little seniority in the bank should also know him.

"I'm sorry, do you have an appointment?" The counter staff was obviously a novice, "What's your name?"

"Ask about 'my' name?" Gabriel exaggeratedly widened his eyes, "You don't know who I am?" He was so angry that he didn't want to say anything, and started to check it from the counter computer. "Sir! You can't do this!" The counter staff immediately shouted, "Guards!"

"Mr. Gussman!" The senior guard who arrived first recognized Gabriel, pulled him away immediately, and turned to the counter staff at the same time, saying, "It's okay, there was a misunderstanding!"

"Those people came in after the old chairman passed away. They don't know you, and they will treat you as a robber!" The senior guard comforted him, "What's your urgent matter, Mr. Gusman?"

"I'm looking for Brodys."

"The president is in the big conference room..." Gabriel rushed upstairs before he finished speaking, and the senior guards had no time to stop him, "...you are in a meeting, you can't go!"

When the last projected briefing was over, the lights in the large conference room were turned on again.Lawrence leaned back in his chair, pondered for a moment, and said decisively, "Everyone, I'm not optimistic about this investment."

Booker, the CEO of the Metropolitan Bank, took a look at him and tried to persuade him: "Any investment has risks. Although the risk is high this time, it is not higher than the expected value, and the expected profit is several times the risk value..."

Lawrence still shook his head, "With all due respect, the terrorist attack on the oil pipeline has greatly increased the uncertainties..."

Before he finished speaking, the door of the large conference room was suddenly kicked open. Everyone looked at the door at the same time, only to see Gabriel, whose face was pale from anger, rushing in, followed by two people who were too late to stop him. His rather panicked secretary.

"Rom..." Gabriel was about to speak, but when he saw the meeting room full of people, he realized his gaffe.Lawrence, who was directly opposite him, had a serious face, as if he wanted to kill him immediately.

Two seconds later, Lawrence took a deep breath and said very calmly, "Introduction to you: this is Gabriel Gussman."

Gabriel nodded solemnly.Lawrence continued, "This is Prince Albert, and next to him is the EU economic adviser, Mr. Zhuoqi—" He started to introduce one by one from the right hand side, "Next is the bank CEO, Booker..."

Booker smiled contemptuously, "I know Mr. Gusman Jr. to a 'quite degree'."

Gabriel began to feel a little uncomfortable.Unexpectedly, Booker is also here—the conspiracy to freeze his bank equity, and now he has failed to grasp the gaffe, which will only make the situation worse, he can't help but lower his head and sigh.

"Gabriel Gussman works as the appraisal manager of Antique Art Brokerage Company." Lawrence quickly explained to him.

After Prince Albert heard it, he seemed very interested: "I like to collect, and I believe I will have the opportunity to trouble you in the future."

"Of course." Gabriel replied politely.

Lawrence immediately stood up, smiled and said, "Everyone, please forgive me for leaving for 2 minutes." Then he grabbed Gabriel's arm and pulled him out of the door with such strength that he almost screamed in pain .

Angrily, Lawrence took Gabriel to an empty small conference room, threw him onto the chair, shook the table hard, and said through gritted teeth, "Didn't you see that I have three secretaries, two Calendar? It means, if you want to find me during "office hours", you must, must, first, make an appointment!"

Gabriel bowed his head.He rushed forward with the idea of ​​asking the teacher to blame, but in the end he became the one who was wronged.

Lawrence pointed to the IWC on his wrist, "I'll give you 2 minutes, let the fart go."

"..." Gabriel was silent for a moment, then lowered his head and said angrily, "It's okay."

Lawrence looked impatient as if he had been tricked, so he grabbed Gabriel's chin forcefully, lifted his head up, glared at him and said, "Are you trying to offend me? Don't play tricks on me, Say it!"

Gabriel broke his heart, pulled Lawrence's hand away forcefully, and shouted loudly: "You...just be your own boss, don't meddle in my affairs! I can find a job by myself, I don't need you to arrange it! You Who do you think you are to me?"

Gabriel looked at Lawrence angrily.What was placed on his desk was not other materials, but the decorations that had just been removed from his home not long ago.The apparent implication that his position was the result of an exchange of interests between Lawrence and Oxon made Gabriel feel humbled.

Lawrence took a deep breath, sat down and looked sideways at Gabriel.The kid is weird, he thought.Anyone who's ever gotten a job or financial help appreciates him, only this brat thinks he's nosy.

"Don't get me wrong." Lawrence smiled slightly, "About the auction... I first approached Christie's and Sotheby's. Unfortunately, their auction schedule until the next season is full. Only Antik promises to help me deal with it within a month. I don't want those things to continue to take up space in my warehouse. You know, just one more day of stockpiling in the warehouse is a waste of my day's storage costs...you hear me Do you understand?"

"Don't look down on me, I'm the son of a banker." Gabriel said angrily.

"It's best." Lawrence continued, "That's why I entrusted everything to Antik. Of course, I did mention your name to Oxon."

Gabriel frowned, and when he was about to get angry again, Lawrence went on to say, "I'm not arranging work for you, I don't have that much free time, I just want to say that it's best to get rid of those things as soon as possible. Find someone who is familiar with those things. Since it used to belong to your family, there should be no one more suitable than you." Lawrence spread his hands, "Oxon must have his reasons for arranging you to take that position. My thoughts Yes, no matter how you get the opportunity, you have to rely on your own strength to secure a position."

Gabriel looked at Lawrence silently, trying to understand whether he was telling the truth or just prevarication.

"I don't want to make money by auctioning those things." Lawrence said frankly, "Well, all the proceeds from the auction will belong to you; in addition, I will pay you a commission."

Gabriel's hostility dissipated a bit, "You've already paid Antique's commission fee, you don't need to give me any more commission. I'm just... just doing my job." He paused, "Also, the proceeds from the auction We split evenly."

Lawrence smiled slightly, "Deal." At the same time, he extended his right hand to Gabriel.

Gabriel hesitated for a moment, then stretched out his hand to hold it.

Lawrence's hand was warm and strong, and Gabriel could even vaguely feel his pulse beating.For some reason, he was suddenly very embarrassed, and quickly withdrew his hand, "Then... I'll go back to work first."

Just when Gabriel was opening the door to go out, Lawrence suddenly stopped him again: "... Where is that cafe?"

"what?"

"What else...RiveGauche Cafe." Lawrence said impatiently, "The one you mentioned this morning."

"Oh." Gabriel felt a little hot on his face, "I didn't know you were paying attention..."

"You were so rambunctious this morning, how could I not pay attention." Lawrence half-jokingly sarcasm, "Anyway, where is it?"

"In..." Gabriel was about to answer, but Lawrence came over and patted him on the shoulder, "Forget it, next time you take me directly."

Gabriel nodded.

Lawrence opened the door and walked out with Gabriel.

When he came to the door of the large meeting room, Lawrence suddenly turned to him and said, "I almost forgot. Please tell Nelson that my dinner tonight has been cancelled, and I will go home...you decide what to have for dinner." After finishing speaking, After touching Gabriel's head casually, he walked into the meeting room.

Gabriel felt that his heart was beating extremely fast, and he didn't even dare to look at the secretary who greeted him, but just pretended nothing happened, and left there quickly.

That night, Lawrence threw a key to Gabriel, "Remember to lock the door." He only reminded Gabriel lightly.

For a long time afterwards, Gabriel always ran between Lawrence's warehouse and Antique with a laptop on his back, sorting out, checking the status, taking pictures, and writing descriptions. Although the amount of work was large, the difficulty was not high.Several of the postmodernist paintings—presumably bought by his father on the advice of some art dealer—have been trending lately, and Gabriel has put a lot of effort into them.

In the afternoon, he will go to RiveGauche to rest for a while before returning to the office.

Looking at the roughly sorted auction list, most of those things were purchased after Jin Jie and his father got married. With in-depth contact, Gabriel gradually pieced together the outline of his father's married life during the four years he left home. and negative clips, and discovered many facts that he had never seen or noticed, which gradually made him feel a little heavy.

Gabriel wondered if, in the end, his father had discovered the truths that were so close at hand that he had never noticed.

Leaning back in the chair, Gabriel picked up the coffee cup.Looking down, he suddenly noticed that his cappuccino milk foam had a "G" written on it, the initial letter of his name.

"I thought you'd never find out," said a voice suddenly.

Gabriel turned his head quickly, and saw the barista in black uniform, black trousers and black apron standing by the table with a smile.

"I was worried that maybe I got the name of the regular customer wrong, it would be rude, so I took the opportunity to apologize..." He put a bowl of Tiramisu in front of Gabriel, "The barista treats you. "

Gabriel looked at the coffee in embarrassment, then at the barista, "No, you're not mistaken, I never noticed..."

The barista was a little surprised, "You come here every day, sit at the same window seat, order the same coffee, but never notice?" He joked, "Are you sure you like the coffee in our shop?"

Gabriel nodded and smiled embarrassedly, "How do you know my name?"

The barista pointed to the information Gabriel put on the table, which had Antique's company logo printed on it. "The building where you work has a lot of our regular customers."

The barista has shoulder-length brown hair pulled back into a ponytail and speaks in an accent that reminds Gabriel of Michel.

Gabriel originally wanted to invite the barista to sit down, but when he heard the doorbell ring, the barista said that he had to go back to work at the bar. "Forgot to introduce myself." He said lightly, "I'm Andre."

After Gabriel finished his Cappuccino, he glanced at Andre who was skillfully preparing coffee at the bar, nodded with a smile, and walked out of the cafe, leaving the Tiramisu that he didn't eat at the table.

As the day of the auction preview draws closer, Gabriel has his real troubles: the buyer.

He only has Antique's public buyer list, that is, the information of those buyers who have won bids in Antique, which is very general; unlike some senior personnel who have pocket lists, they can even see the auction items Know which collectors might be interested.

In addition, Gabriel was dealing with things from his own home after all, so he couldn't inform his father's friends and ask if they were interested; Gabriel could already imagine how ugly Jin Jie would say behind his back.

After the auction catalog was printed, Hoshes from the modern painting department suddenly passed by Gabriel's office and sneered at the postmodernist works, "This one has been very popular recently." He said falsely, "It's not at all It's 'too' popular, your bid...doesn't it already have a buyer?"

Gabriel shook his head.

"No, it's conceivable." Hoshes said, "No one will be interested in this low payment."

There is no need to be as knowledgeable as him, Gabriel told himself, but he knew that his expression must not be friendly, because Hoshes said "self-righteous!" and shook his head and left.

The buyer is related to the success or failure of the auction, and even more related to his future job status.The only thing Gabriel can do is to ask the Propaganda Department to strengthen online advertising, and then cross himself to pray for the blessing of the Holy Mother.

His mood is getting more and more disturbed.