Dumb painter giants grudge

He Shishen turned off the computer, turned on the phone and called Lei Yuan: "Help me with something."

After hanging up the phone, He Shishen stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows with confidence, looking at the sky above Q City.

"Mom and Dad, your dreams are about to come true." He Shishen said to himself.

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Zhang Boping still came to the art exhibition today. Today is the second day of the art exhibition, and there are many more visitors than the first day. Probably thanks to the media's publicity, the ticket sales situation is still very optimistic.

The problem is that the ticket price of the art exhibition is only 20 yuan per ticket, and the price range of a ticket for the same art exhibition is from 30 yuan to 60 yuan. Zhang Boping also tried to persuade Wen Rang to raise the price several times, but Wen Rang insisted on this price point.

This price is too low. If the ticket sales are too low, the cost of holding the art exhibition will not be recovered, let alone the profit. Wen Rang is unwilling to raise the price.

But not only Zhang Boping came to sit on the stage today, but also Wen Rang.

However, Wen Rang came here disguised as a staff member, wearing a sweatshirt and a peaked cap, walking inconspicuously through the art exhibition, it is naturally impossible for him to be willing to reveal his identity.

"You're tired from watching all morning. Go over there for a rest. I've brought you food." Zhang Boping found Wen Rang in the corner, and handed a bag of things to Wen Rang.

Wen Rang was indeed hungry, it was already one o'clock in the afternoon, and he hadn't had lunch yet, so he accepted the other party's kindness, bowed slightly, and went to the resting place to rest and eat.

This time is also the meal time, and it is also the peak time for get off work and rest. There are not many people in the art exhibition, only about [-] people, but most of them are some student couples, probably college students, and they are probably here for the purpose of dating.

At this time, a motley group of people suddenly came to the entrance of the art exhibition, and they were a group of people in suits and leather shoes, both men and women.

This aura and unity have such a hint of evil oppression.

The spectators in the exhibition hall also stopped to watch curiously. Two couples left immediately after seeing this situation, for fear that something troublesome might happen to them.

The little girl who sold the tickets was a little timid, so she left the group of people alone and called Zhang Boping. Feeling something was wrong, she also put down the chopsticks in her hand and rushed to the entrance of the exhibition hall.

Wen Rang raised the brim of his hat, looked at the faces of this group of people, and felt... How should I put it, some are like security guards, some are like accountants, some are like drivers, and some are like white-collar workers. There are about thirty people, Exudes the temperament of office workers.

"Hello, I'm the person in charge of the art exhibition. May I ask where you are?" Zhang Boping was a little puzzled, but not timid.

The group looked around, and one of the men said, "We've been standing there for a while, but we didn't see your intention to sell tickets. May I ask if you still sell tickets? We're here to see the exhibition."

"Yeah, after standing for 2 minutes, is the exhibition still open? Isn't this door still open?" A woman who looked like an accountant also asked.

Zhang Boping glanced at the group of people and frowned, "Are you really here to see the exhibition?"

"Yes."

"I came to see the exhibition after hearing the news."

"Is the exhibition closed?"

"Of course, whether to sell tickets or not."

This group of people was full of tongues, Zhang Boping walked up to Wen Rang, and asked in a low voice: "Mr. Qinghe, do you know them?"

Wen Rang also looked puzzled and shook his head.

—————It doesn’t look like spontaneous sex at all.

————Like planning.

"Did you... offend anyone?" Zhang Boping was a little hard to say, "It was someone who invited you."

Wen Rang shook his head firmly.

———— Such a boring thing.

————Who wants to bring shame on themselves.

"Hey, are you the boss? Are you going to let us see this exhibition? We came to see the exhibition sincerely." A tall and strong man with a pair of sunglasses asked.

—————Looks like a bodyguard.

Zhang Boping walked up to the group of people again, "Everyone, be quiet for a moment, let me interrupt you, are you really here to see the art exhibition?"

"Of course, is this ticket still for sale?" The accountant-looking woman complained, "Why are there so many procedures?"

"We are legal citizens, why don't we make a copy of our ID card to prove it?"

"If it doesn't work, just register and sell tickets with your real name."

The group chattered again.

Zhang Boping looked at this group of people as if they really weren't bad people, and then said: "For sale, for sale, Xiao Yang! Xiao Yang! Come here to sell tickets!"

The little girl selling tickets, Xiao Yang, came to the ticket counter immediately after hearing the sound, and the group of people also lined up consciously, paid for the tickets in an orderly manner, entered the venue, looked good, carefully observed, and other Spectators are no different.

———————I must have thought too much.

Seeing this, Wen Rang was finally relieved, but still felt a little strange.

"Don't worry, I don't think it's a bad thing, maybe it's a team building activity of a certain unit." Zhang Boping patted Wen Rang's shoulder reassuringly.

Wen Rang just responded with a smile.

------hope so.

But for the next three consecutive days, such a group of people came to see the exhibition, and the number increased. Wen Rang had to wonder whether his paintings had become one of the pastimes of a certain unit?

Zhang Boping comforted him: "This should be a good thing. After all, your art exhibition was published in two issues of the city's daily newspaper. It's normal to attract some people. Isn't this a good thing? Don't worry so much. Let me see. fine."

Wen Rang also felt that there was no need to worry too much, and he didn't care.

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"Mr. He, half of the company's people have been there." Lei Yuan put a list on He Shishen's desk.

He Shishen took a look at the list, frowned and said, "Have you not been to the audit, finance, and logistics?"

"Mr. He, are you kidding me...the audit and finance side are almost busy, and the data for the first quarter has not been figured out yet, so there are no idlers, and the logistics are full of aunts in cleaning clothes, going to the art exhibition How attractive..." Lei Yuan really wanted to wake up his boss.

He Shishen looked at the list again, thinking that what Lei Yuan said was indeed very reasonable, "Then hire some more people, not too many and not too few."

"Mr. He, today is the last day of the art exhibition. Don't you know that the art exhibition is only open for one week, and the exhibition will be dismantled at nine o'clock today, and it will be too late to hire a group of people to go there." Lei Yuan has been busy these days. Things are miserable.

"It's over!?" He Shishen suddenly got up, "So soon?"

Lei Yuan nodded and said, "Yes."

"Why did the exhibition get dismantled so soon? I haven't been there yet!" He Shishen looked at his watch, it was past eight o'clock, "Why didn't you remind me?"

"...You didn't say you were going." Lei Yuan didn't know what to say, "You still have time to go now...you can catch up with the dismantling of the exhibition."

He Shishen immediately picked up the jacket on the backrest, got up and walked away quickly. After walking a few steps, he turned back and said to Lei Yuan, "Help me order a bouquet of flowers, be generous, and send them before I get there." , Hey, by the way, write my name! Hurry up!"

After finishing speaking, He Shishen ran out without waiting for Lei Yuan's response.

Lei Yuan was powerless, the boss had a relationship with himself, and half of the company worked hard with him.

Also, my boss seems a bit base?