This morning he specifically asked Felix Stone if he needed to wear formal clothes, but he said that he could wear whatever he felt comfortable with.

This is true. Han Qi saw a painter coming here even wearing pajamas and slippers. He also has works in Dale's gallery. He is a local painter in Norway. He bought a house in Bergen and works there every day.

Painting and growing vegetables at home.

His name is Osiri, a friend Han Qi just met, and he has a temper that suits Han Qi very well.

After all, there were only two freaks in the hall, one was Osiri in pajamas, and the other was Han Qi in a woolen vest.

Who knows what kind of cocktail party you have that requires such strong heating?

Recently, Bergen has been hot and cold, sometimes above zero and sometimes below zero, but no matter what, it is still very cold. Han Qi naturally wears three pieces of clothing when going out, a shirt, a woolen sweater, and a windbreaker.

If she were to go shopping outside, Han Qi would still be wearing thin clothing.

But it doesn't work here.

The people here, all the women are wearing summer clothes, such as long black skirts, navel-baring clothes, backless clothes, etc., and the men are wearing shirts or short-sleeved clothes. Anyway, the standard is summer, and then it is about how to look good.

Come.

Han Qi finally understood.

Oh, so this is a cocktail party?

The rows of clothes hangers at the entrance were originally used for this purpose.

Han Qi regretted it.

You shouldn't wear a windbreaker, just wear a coat with a shirt underneath, right?

Say goodbye to the people around you and leave the hall, go up the spiral staircase to the rooftop on the second floor to enjoy the breeze.

There are many rooms on both sides of this corridor. When passing by, you can hear the overwhelming sounds coming from them. Coupled with the lights in the hall and the catalysis of alcohol, Han Qi felt a little dizzy and quickly walked faster.

Go to the rooftop.

Taking one step out, it feels like falling from heaven to earth.

A bit disappointed, but very true.

The noise in the hall behind me was no longer clear, and the sounds in the room were even less clear. What could be heard was the occasional roar of cars passing by on the road outside, and the sound of a couple quarreling on the street in the distance.

Looking up, countless small light bulbs hung in the dark blue night sky, flickering and laughing at Han Qi's escape.

"Hello."

Han Qi turned around and saw it was Osiri.

It was the painter who came to the reception in sleepy clothes. When Da Felix Stone introduced him, he said that he was the successor of Post-Impressionism.

Very young, only thirty-five.

Han Qi faced the street again and said: "My name is not Hello, my name is Han Qi. Why are you here too? Don't you discuss life with those girls?"

"How can playing with them be as interesting as painting? I went to see your painting today, and it's really good."

"Thank you for the compliment, yours is not bad."

Unlike Han Qi's paintings, which must be viewed in galleries, there are a lot of Ousili's paintings that can be found online. They are relatively prolific painters, but the quality of their works varies. The good ones are very popular, while the bad ones can only be sold to fans or fans at low prices.

Ordinary gallery.

"Ha, of course, I still have this little bit of confidence. Come on, let's talk about painting. How did you create such a good painting that combines several styles? I'm really curious."

Han Qi pressed the bridge of his nose and said with a headache:

"Let's go another day, I'm a little uncomfortable right now."

"how?"

"I'm not used to it," Han Qi sighed and said,

"Ms. Dale mentioned the value of this painting to me a few days ago. But I really didn't expect that someone would spend more than 10 million to buy my painting. You know, my total net worth is only 1 million, so...

…I can’t believe it, it’s just like a dream.”

Osiri laughed a few times, and then said seriously: "Actually, I didn't expect that a newcomer's painting could be bought at this price, but I went to the gallery to see it, and it was worth it."

He patted Han Qi on the shoulder and said:

"Brother, the person you should thank the most is Dell. She has given you a lot of free publicity. I even doubt whether you are her illegitimate child. But this is a good thing and a bad thing. You understand me.

Do you mean it?"

"Yes," Han Qi nodded.

This is an expectation, and it is Del's expectation for herself.

It is an expectation that can only succeed and cannot fail.

For Han Qi, this is definitely a good thing, because the profession of painter has been systematized, and he can only get help from various professions in the future, and it is impossible to get worse as he paints.

Okay, now that we have accepted the system, why not accept more world-class honors.

World class painter.

Well, as expected, the childhood sweethearts fell from the sky, and the painting entered the international stage before the singer.

Osiri felt that what Han Qi needed was quiet, so he didn't ask Han Qi to come and chat with him. He flicked the cigar in his mouth downstairs and walked towards the hall while saying: "Relax and enjoy life. I'll start with you."

What you see in the painting is not self-pity. You are leaving tomorrow, right? I will see you off."

After saying that, he disappeared from Han Qi's sight and probably went to the hall to find a girl again.

Han Qi smiled helplessly and shook his head.

The quarreling couple on the street had left, and it was now empty again. Han Qi took off his sweater, and without thinking about how much he had paid for it, he threw it towards the trash can on the street.
Chapter completed!