The black car drove away, leaving only a black outline of the people in the car.
After Bai Lu's strong composure was removed, his face turned pale and his palms were sweating.
On the way home, Bai Lu received a call from Chi Er. As Bai Lu's old classmate and her painting agent, Chi Er usually approached Bai Lu for a contract only when the painting was priced.
"Your sponsor asked if there were any new paintings recently."
The gold owner is Bai Lu's name for the buyer who buys the most paintings.
Bai Lu pondered for a moment, "Why were most of the previous paintings sold to one person?"
Chi Er said, "His price is 20% higher than others. Don't you always choose the buyer, only the money?"
"If he buys it in the future, he will have to raise the price."
Bai Lu sells paintings without asking customers, and buyers are not allowed to ask for information about any painter. Only the agent can come forward.
"Why?"
This has always been inconsistent with the rules.
Bai Lu, "Lack of money."
"I will offer a 40% price increase in the future." Chi Er said clearly, "The buyer may also refuse to buy."
Bai Lu placed the business card of Xingchen Studio on the passenger seat. Bai Lu glanced at it and said, "He will buy it.",
Zhao Chengjing has always been paranoid about what he wants.
This made Chi Er speechless, "Do you know the sponsor?"
"Does he know me?" Bai Lu asked.
Chi Er's voice came over the phone, "There is a confidentiality agreement in the contract. I met with the third-party buyer."
Collectors have always hired buyers to conduct auctions.
Early in the morning, Bai Lu returned Gu Enen's car, changed to the subway, and arrived at the gallery before going to work at nine o'clock.
The gallery was originally a classical gallery. It was acquired by Zhao Chengjing due to poor management. The nine o'clock direction of the subway station is opposite the entrance of the VIP parking lot. The original person in charge of the gallery was waiting at the door early.
But Bailu entered through the staff passage.
There are five halls in the art exhibition, which are connected to each other through corridors. On the elevated steps above the water, Bai Lu saw the paintings she had painted.
People in pain, struggling, in the mud.
"Little girl, are you looking at the paintings?" There was a curator beside Bai Lu.
"This painting is not very good."
The curator, who was not young, frowned and disagreed with Zhao Chengjing’s decision to place this part in the middle, “in a spiritual sense.”
"Are you the designer here for an interview today?"
The curator's words made Bai Lu raise an eyebrow.
The standing person in charge, sweating profusely, jogged to find Bai Lu, who was about twenty-eighty-nine years old, wearing a suit and tie. When he saw Bai Lu, he bowed quickly and extended his hand to shake hands.
"Miss Bai?"
"it's me."
"I am the current person in charge of this gallery. Strictly speaking, I am the executor of the gallery, and there are decision-makers above. Miss Bai, you can call me Xiao Wei, or you can call me Brother Wei."
Wei Zhe grinned with his eight teeth, "Mr. Zhao has already told me about your coming, but Mr. Zhao's point is that since he is doing design, he naturally has to compete equally with other designers. .”
"nature."
Wei Zhe reached out and introduced Bai Lu into the conference room. Before opening the door, Wei Zhe said helplessly: "Mr. Zhao has arranged an interview. Miss Bai...have you prepared your resume?"
Bai Lu carried her bag and tied her long hair behind her head, knocked on the door and said, "I brought it."
There are nine judges sitting inside the door, the middle seat is empty, the three on the left are famous curators at home and abroad, and the one on the far left is the person Bai Lu saw just now.
The two on the right are painters, and there are three senior designers in the middle, from the Su family.
The judges did not look at Bai Lu's resume carefully and did not know Bai Lu's identity. They only asked some academic questions.
Halfway through the interview.
The glass door was pushed open again. Zhao Chengjing was wearing a windbreaker today. His rimless glasses were also taken off and replaced with half-rimmed ones.
Just like Bai Lu said before, Zhao Chengjing didn't seem to recognize her at all.
