Flash marriage does not end well

It was the first official meeting with Song Lin. Lin Qian saw his own painting on the screen of the other party's laptop. He himself liked the picture very much back then. The technique and concept were relatively advanced, so he excitedly posted it on his personal homepage. Because it was posted too late, few people saw it until dawn.

He woke up in a daze the next morning, and the first thing he did was log on to the account to read the comments on the painting. The few replies made him feel lost for a long time, and the remaining several paintings of the same series were not posted again. .And with the aesthetic changes over the years, this painting is the one that has been dug out and praised the most.

Seeing it on Song Lin's computer at this moment, there is a sense of crossing time and space.

Song Lin noticed his gaze after shaking hands with him, and then looked back, explaining: "Sorry... If it wasn't because of my fans, I wouldn't let your personal information be exposed, but I can see these works, I also feel very lucky.”

Lin Qian withdrew his gaze and shook his head: "It's okay, I can't blame you for this."

Extremely radical fans, negligent interns, and privileged households who have made trouble, it is impossible to say who is the culprit.Now that the matter has been resolved, he has no intention of holding on to it anymore. Compared with it, he cares more about another matter.

The art environment in China is not good. Song Lin spent a lot of effort in marketing himself, but his degree is also a solid one. The major he graduated from enrolls very few students every year, and his professional ability is very strong. It is very rare to be recognized by him.

Reminiscent of what Wen Zhihan said just now, that Song Lin might be looking for him for something, a bold premonition suddenly rose in his heart.

"So Lin Qian... are you interested in cooperating with me?"

as predicted.

Lin Qian felt that he was much calmer than he imagined. Seeing that he didn't immediately refuse, Song Lin handed him a very heavy folder.

"Here is the art museum project report I provided to Mr. Wen before, and it is now in the financing stage. I hope you can take a look at it when you have time."

Lin Qian stretched out his hand to take it, flipped through it roughly, and reported everything in detail. With a glance, the logic was strict, and his heart jumped.

But Wen Zhihan made a sound at this moment.

"Take it back and read it. This report is tens of thousands of words long. I've had someone read it for a whole week." Wen Zhihan walked over, put his hands on his shoulders intimately, and said softly, "Go eat first."

"Yes," Song Lin also smiled, closed his notebook, and stood up, "You don't have to reply me in such a hurry, you can think about it, I will wait for you anytime."

Lin Qian took a deep breath under the eyes of the two people on the left and right.

"it is good."

It was exactly twelve o'clock when the three of them walked out of the conference room together. Special Assistant Qin had already booked a lunch spot, so just go there.Song Lin, who originally said he would go together, changed his mind temporarily, saying that he wanted to go back and seriously study Lin Qian's works, so he bid farewell ahead of time.

Before leaving, he stood behind Lin Qian and whispered, "Thank you."

Then he walked past him quickly.

The sound was too soft, coupled with the interference of footsteps, it was difficult for Lin Qianyi to distinguish whether it was an auditory hallucination or not.

"If he had sent me the report earlier, maybe the money would have been sent by now."

Wen Zhihan's voice suddenly came from behind, Lin Qian jumped out of his original thoughts, looked back, and was naturally and consciously grabbed his shoulders.

"And if you said that the first cooperation partner is you, the money may be paid a little more."

Lin Qian: "..."

Inexplicably a little irritable.

Of course he knows that art is priceless, but the art industry is not. Famous painters are indispensable to the pursuit of capital. They are the most beautifully packaged pearls in the profit chain, but it still feels uncomfortable for Wen Zhihan to say so nakedly.

Thinking that Song Lin's invitation to him was probably because of Wen Zhihan's investment, the initial sense of joy was also reduced a lot.

He got into the car with the folder in his arms in frustration, and leaned against the window without saying a word.

The car drove smoothly and steadily for less than a kilometer, Wen Zhihan finally raced against time to deal with the last thing at hand, and looked at Lin Qiange, leaning over his shoulder from a distance.

Lin Qian was like a clam when he lost his temper, silent and closed.

Wen Zhihan lightly rubbed his fingers a few times, and patiently comforted him: "Song Lin told me frankly a while ago that something happened to his family, and when he just returned to China, he was eager to gain a foothold, and he treated me like a piece of driftwood, thinking that there was something beside me. No one, so I tried my best to fight for it, but unfortunately I didn’t get half a point, and the work was too big, and there were many problems. Now I have slowly adjusted my mentality, and the report I wrote is very complete. My judgment is only in the It occupies a very small part, and the rest is left to professionals for evaluation. I believe that he invited you after careful consideration, not for opportunism."

Lin Qian's sleepy expression instantly faded, and he turned around and asked hesitantly, "...Really?"

"Of course." Wen Zhihan smiled, "When the art exhibition is held, I can't go to the street to attract people to see it, and it's not my personal investment behavior. A lot of people in the company are watching. Once it is made public, the numbers will be clear.”

Lin Qian seemed to be in a more relaxed mood. She pressed her hand on the case of the folder and knocked twice happily, but after a while, she pursed her lips again.

"You see, you also said that if you take too big a step, you will have many problems-doesn't that count as a big step?"

He has lost too much, and his confidence has been lost a little bit, and he needs to mend it bit by bit. If he messes up, he is afraid that he will be sorry for Song Lin and Wen Zhihan, and he will lose face for Han Jing.

But Wen Zhihan never replied, his eyes drifted around, not knowing where they fell, and it took a long time to focus on Lin Qian's face again, and he said calmly: "It's not big, of course not."

"Without me, you would have held countless art exhibitions in the best galleries. Lin Qian, your original bright and bright future is because I am gone. If I can go back to the past, I would rather meet you later."

When he said this, he paused for a moment, and countless pictures of the past emerged in front of his eyes.

It was the first time I went to the studio to be a model for Lin Qian and the others, took a group photo with Lin Qian's class by the lake, proposed to Lin Qian, and learned that I had Wen Yang...and that day when he returned home with a tired body and pushed Open the door to see an empty bedroom.

And on the night of the auction, the deserted alley, the bright moonlight above his head, and the tears that Lin Qianfu shed on his shoulders were all vivid and profound.

Wen Zhihan withdrew from the memories, his tone changed.

"So Lin Qian, be more upright, let me pay it back, don't be soft."

Lin Qian didn't know when Wen Zhihan leaned over, they were close together without leaving a single gap.He didn't care about it any more, and he didn't hide. After all the entanglement and hesitation were put down, he found that outside the car window, the flowers on both sides of the road were blooming.

The winter is gone, the snow melts and the grass is green.

Spring is here.

When Han Dong came to the door a few days later, Lin Qianzheng was holding the thick document and biting hard. He had to check and understand many professional terms involved in it. The nightmare was no less than writing a thesis in the year of graduation. But full.

After Han Dong heard that Song Lin was interested in cooperating with Lin Qian, all his previous prejudices were wiped out. He was extremely straightforward, flexible, and even followed Song Lin on social software.

"Look at this."

Lin Qian took a sip of water, changed her mind, and took the mobile phone handed over by Han Dong.

"I have one thing to say, family members, just like the matter of Qi's praise of Song Lin, I don't think it's worth thinking about the plot of being a mistress in the main room, it's quite boring. According to me, Song Lin graduated from a top university with a major in art appreciation. Qi is also a graduate of a prestigious school, a talented painter, you know how to create and I know how to judge, the two of them kicked that alpha off the ground, I really love the plot of Meimei teaming up to start a business, whoever agrees and whoever opposes."

Hundreds of comments were written in full swing, showing more evil enthusiasm than the previous pile of cp fans eating sugar.

The direction of public opinion is always beyond expectations.

Lin Qian finally heaved a sigh of relief. Originally, he was prepared to be scolded, the Holy Mother, and hypocritical. There were indeed similar voices, but they were very small. He passed this level without any risk.

In the evening, he unexpectedly received a message from Long Xun, saying that the weekend happened to be the anniversary event of the bar, and he asked if he would come to play. He talked to Han Dong in a roundabout way, which annoyed Han Dong so much, he waved his hand and said, "Okay, okay, don't worry, I'll take Yangyang home, just as my mother misses him."