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Duyman didn't answer in a hurry, took a sip of his wine, and then shook his head, "It's really a layman talking in layman's terms. There are many experiments that are hidden and dangerous, and it is impossible to complete them in public schools."

When Ding Yiyao heard the word "dangerous", his temples twitched: "What experiment? What are you all studying?"

"Du's industry is confidential, no comment." Duyman pressed his index finger to his lips, "The researchers there have basically signed a non-disclosure agreement, and they can't inquire about each other."

The implication is that even if she knows the specific situation of Si Xia, she doesn't intend to disclose it.

Ding Yiyao frowned: "Where is that place?"

Duyman shook his head with a smile.

Ding Yiyao stared into her eyes, and at the same time took out a silver-plated lighter from his pocket, and then pressed down on the file bag on the table with one hand with lightning speed, and "babbled" in the face of Duyman's startled change. Lighter, put the slender flame close to the file bag: "I didn't expect you to give me equivalent information, but since you can't say anything, you are not qualified to take this information away .”

Duyman's rounded eyes immediately turned, and he laughed awkwardly: "I haven't finished my sentence, why are you in a hurry? There is no secret here, and I must follow the rules there. But if you need some special For pharmacy and medicine, I can introduce you to the person in charge. You ask for a request, the other party gives you a quotation, and then you go through the contract process. With your ability, it should not be difficult to follow the vines, and you happen to have something to solve, so you can kill two birds with one stone, right? "

When she said the last sentence, her eyes obviously fell on the silver restraint bracelet on Ding Yiyao's wrist.

Ding Yiyao didn't speak, put away the lighter, and left the kraft paper of the portfolio one by one with his fingers.

Learning from a pitfall, Duyman quickly put the file bag into his bag, then took out his phone and clicked it, and sent the contact information of the person in charge and his electronic introduction letter to the other party, and then He just quietly drank the wine in his glass, looking around, in order to weaken the embarrassment of his compromise just now.

Looking at it like this, she really saw something she was interested in - an unframed painting in the corner of the room.

What the artist paints is a tree-lined road in autumn, but it is not a quiet scene. The leaves on both sides of the road fall in golden-red showers, and the layers of fallen leaves laid on the ground also have the tendency of dancing with dead leaves and butterflies.The entire picture is golden everywhere, with strong winds blowing, only the road in the middle that extends far away is left blank, and there are vaguely slender gray shadows in it.

"That painting is not bad." Duyman pointed out, "It feels better than the representative works at the door to attract patrons. Can you invest in this painter?"

Hearing this, Ding Yiyao looked in the direction she pointed, and then looked back at her, with a somewhat unexpected look in his eyes: "Really, what do you like about him?"

Duyman pondered for a moment, and said: "Well... I always feel that his paintings have a unique artistic conception. It seems to be the scenery seen from someone's perspective. In that blank space, someone may have existed, or , he hopes this person will appear." Duyman never left the canvas, "Or just sell this painting to me." She gestured four with her right hand, "Is this number acceptable?"

Ding Yiyao took a look at her scallion-like fingers, and found that all the nail polish had been removed from her nails. The nails were cut short and neatly, which really looked like the hands of a researcher.After making this judgment, he responded calmly: "For an unknown author, this is not a small number. It seems that you really want to take it down."

Duyman was very confident in his own aesthetics, turned his head and said proudly: "Artworks have value precisely because they express the beauty that can resonate with people. Excellent creators will always be famous. At that time, I Are you afraid that it will not appreciate in value?"

Immediately, she saw Ding Yiyao smile rarely: "Unfortunately, this painting will never be sold, and it won't even be exhibited."

"Why? Did the painter tell you in advance, or did you make the decision for him?"

Ding Yiyao shook his head, stood up with a Coke, and faced the one-way glass: "That painting belongs to me. If you want to gain resonance, you can take a look at the recent art exhibitions. Those are the most famous works of art in the past ten years."

"Is that so, it's better not to take advantage of people." Duyman stood up a little disappointed, looked at the continuous stream of visitors on the first floor of the exhibition hall from top to bottom, and said casually, "People on the first floor Quite a few."

"Because there are new works by Juliette Le Perier in Area C on the first floor. The Le Perrier family is the leading glass art family in France. Their works have never been exhibited in Europe before, and now they are in Asia for the first time. If the ticket price is high, it will be overcrowded.” After Ding Yiyao made a brief introduction, he took a sip of Coke, “In addition to students from a few nearby urban art universities, a few people from public schools have also visited. But the exhibition will be dismantled in the afternoon the day after tomorrow. , if you want to visit, just drop by today.”

Duyman stared at the open entrance where people were constantly entering. Just as her tongue touched the air, the phone suddenly vibrated silently. She looked down and saw the words [Experiment-Y] impressively displayed on the screen.

Raising her eyebrows, a smile appeared in her eyes, and she turned to get the bag on the seat: "Unfortunately, I don't have time to visit."

Watching Du Yiman leave, Ding Yiyao walked slowly to the painting in the corner of the room, and muttered to himself: "If she knows who the artist is, she probably won't want to see this painting again."

After taking a piece of soft linen to cover the painting, he also left the room.

In the lower right corner of the painting, where the linen is not covered tightly, is a faint signature - "L·Y".

[The author has something to say: Do you still remember Ding Yiyao's real name? 】