"Mr. Zhao, are you here?"
The judges, who had not cared about it just now, sat upright after seeing Zhao Chengjing and opened Bai Lu's resume. The resume was not long and could be browsed in just a few dozen seconds.
"You guys continue."
After Zhao Chengjing entered the door, he did not meet Bai Lu's eyes the whole time, as if he was not the one who pulled her into the house after being drunk last night.
Men, it's always faster to put your pants up than to take them off.
As Bai Lu wanted, nothing happened.
Pretending not to know each other.
Zhao Chengjing did not sit in the empty seat in the middle, but stood in front of the transparent glass wall. Outside the glass wall was the gallery courtyard. The shadows of two phoenix bamboos were scattered on the ground, and a white cat was resting under the shadow.
The judges couldn't figure out the details of Bai Lu. Zhao Chengjing valued this design very much, otherwise he wouldn't have appeared here in person.
But the Bai Lu in front of her was too young and didn't even have independent design experience. She shouldn't have been selected and had the opportunity to take the lead.
"We just met."
Mr. Yuan broke the silence, "Miss Bai answered the question just now very well. It seems that Miss Bai's study in Texas is very solid."
“But I don’t know that I have a theoretical foundation and the ability to draw when doing design.”
"Explain to Miss Bai that the industry knows that the design of our gallery is expensive, so our designers, before the design is completed, are all employees transferred to the gallery."
"Why Miss Bai came to our gallery, I believe it's not just because of the design fee."
Amid the gazes of many eyes, Bai Lu cast her gaze on Zhao Chengjing and said: "Man perishes for money, and birds perish for food. I came to the gallery really to get paid for my designs."
Mr. Yuan had never seen someone so arrogant, with money written all over his face. He became obviously interested in Bai Lu's expression, and even gave him a chance to make amends.
"nothing else?"
"No."
Those two words in a calm voice resulted in everyone being speechless and Mr. Yuan raising his eyebrows.
"Miss Bai, no one would be so direct and look directly at their own desires."
"But I am, and I believe Mr. Zhao is too."
Bai Lu pointed at Zhao Chengjing, but Zhao Chengjing seemed not to hear it and was still looking at the lazy cat outside the window.
Although the judges are leaders in the industry, it is difficult for them to speak out at this embarrassing time.
After a long silence, Zhao Chengjing turned around and sat in the middle of the judges. He opened Bai Lu's resume with his knuckled hands, and the index finger of his left hand stopped on Bai Lu's photo.
These hands are nice and tight, and they are even more powerful when pinching the waist, but Zhao Chengjing has always disliked wearing any jewelry, let alone huge jadeite.
Seeing that Zhao Chengjing had not finished the interview, Mr. Yuan thought about another question, "Miss Bai was just stopping to admire LILI's paintings. I wonder what Miss Bai thinks of those paintings?"
"Death, abyss, mud, and people who are bound. The writer probably couldn't deal with the dark side of his psychology. On the surface, he had to pretend to be kind and innocent, so he painted these paintings."
"The people who collect it are probably in a similar state of mind."
Although the seller did not know the buyer, as the person in charge of the art exhibition, he knew that the collector of these paintings was Zhao Chengjing.
Bai Lu was scolding herself, but everyone thought Bai Lu was talking about Zhao Chengjing, and Zhao Chengjing was no exception.
Mr. Yuan: "It seems that this painter is not as honest as Miss Bai and looks directly at desires."
"Desire is the abyss. Only by looking directly at desire can the darkness be drawn."
Mr. Yuan: "Do you think painters are the same as you?"
Bai Lu, "The world is changing rapidly. What I think tomorrow is not what I think today, let alone two different people in this world?"
