Chapter 461 Honest and Cowardly Contractor Dad Has a Headache Everyday 13
The two of them got up in silence to clean up and wash up. Although nothing happened, the window paper had been broken. They were both interested in each other.
Fuchen returned to his room and collapsed on the sofa, feeling that he was looking for trouble for himself.
Sitting on the sofa in a daze, he knocked on the door and finally opened it by himself. Zhen Shen came in, her face flushed, and she said in sign language, "Would you like breakfast?"
Fuchen looked at him. The boy kept his head down the whole time, smiling, but he was embarrassed and his face was too red.
Someone blushed for her, but Fuchen stopped blushing. He stood up and said with a smile, "Let's go."
The relationship has been broken, and we are no longer restrained when we get along. We hold hands directly. When we come back, we are already reliving the kiss last night.
The two became very close and their relationship developed by leaps and bounds. Within a few days, they quickly entered a sweet phase.
At night, the two hugged each other and had fun. Suddenly, the door opened, and Yang Yong came in and went straight to the refrigerator to get a beer. He turned around and found the person on the sofa.
Fuchen raised his head and looked at Yang Yong.
Both of them looked at each other with: Damn it.
Not long after, school rumors started again. It wasn't about Lanlan, but about that girl.
Over time, boys will naturally disappear.
"Which one is better?"
Yang Yong then accurately complained, "Who would like a girl who bullies him?"
"She is a good girl." Yang Yong defended her.
Yang Yong asked "casually", "What do you plan to find for your son?"
"What if your boy falls in love with my girl?" Yang Yong finally asked the question.
"Bang." The door closed.
Fuchen couldn't understand this, so he wanted to see the price tag. The result was good, there was no label at all. The next to him was an introduction to the painter's life and a fancy way of bragging about the artist.
Yang Yong: Your daughter-in-law comes to your door every day.
"Ah?" Lan Lan exclaimed, "That, that, that..."
"Nothing happened, it's just a confession." Fuchen turned around and said with a straight face, "I hope you won't say bad things about him again."
The two entered the art exhibition and felt a strong artistic atmosphere. The building with strong lines was incompatible with the surroundings. As soon as they entered, they quickly separated from the busy traffic outside the door and entered an inner world.
Lan Lan was anxious, "I don't discriminate against people with disabilities, I discriminate against him! He is very thoughtful. If you think about it carefully, are there any signs of scheming between you two?"
"We just got together during the winter vacation," Fuchen said.
"Oh, oh, we're in trouble now." Lan Lan kept saying.
Fuchen was stunned.
Zhen Shen's sign language: "It's arbitrary. The other party is a rich second generation and has connections. What if it causes trouble for you and affects your recommendation in the competition?"
Lan Lan was anxious and couldn't help but loudly said, "He doesn't deserve to be with you! He is just a green tea bitch!"
Yang Yong was not dissatisfied with Zhen Shen, nor did he mind that he was mute. After so many years, he knew everything about him and was completely suppressed by Fu Chen. He was not worried about Fu Chen being bullied. But he suddenly didn't like the father-in-law next to him.
Fuchen ran to ask the staff, "How much does this painting cost?" and got the answer, "Sorry, the price of this painting has not been negotiated yet." When he asked other questions, he got the same result.
New Year's Eve.
The gallery owner found the seller and asked him to take another look to confirm whether he would sell it.
The two of them were chatting about their children upstairs.
"Smart, responsible, dare to think and do."
The three of them went back to their own rooms and were well.
Floating dust: work based on scheming.
The daughter-in-law in his imagination is someone who is knowledgeable and courteous, not someone who breaks up a company.
The floating heart said: High!
Yang Yong was stunned. His mind went blank. He didn't seem to notice, so he turned around and took out another beer from the refrigerator. He took a handful of beers away in one go.
Fuchen wondered, "Did you leave the door open just now?" He was just afraid of being discovered by Yang Yong, so he usually stayed in Zhen Shen's room. Uncle Zhen usually came back very late, or didn't come back at all.
The floating dust is incomprehensible.
"He just answered, you said "no". He immediately moved his hands faster, obviously wanting to argue and object. Your translation was fake." Yang Yong stared at Fuchen seriously, "He is Uncle Zhen's son, don't bully him
he."
"What do you think of the dust in my house? It's great to know the root cause." Yang Yong said.
She said she was transferring schools, but in fact she just went to the No. 1 Middle School in the next city. It was not far away. It was just because she was too embarrassed to stay because of her face. But she went to her loyal fans to cry.
When he went back in the evening, Fuchen asked. Zhen Shen only said, "Lanlan is from the Propaganda Department and controls public opinion. She revealed the whole story and dragged the girl behind it into trouble."
Fuchen called directly: Good guy!
Zhen Yan smiled and patted her wallet, "It has been prepared for a long time. Just wait for him to choose a daughter-in-law to come to the door."
Fuchen stood up, and the people under him sat up and turned around - Yang Yong saw the usually well-behaved Zhen Shen. He didn't think the sound just now was a normal fight between the two of them. Who was fighting so close together?
Zhen Yan smiled and waved his hand, "No way. He just treats Fuchen as a sister."
When the first semester of high school started, Lanlan suddenly realized that her two friends were together. She stared at the hands they were holding and couldn't say a word for a long time.
"You're wrong, it's not about Fuchen and others, it's about whether others are willing to follow Fuchen." Zhen Yan said.
Fuchen scratched his head, he was careless.
Only then did Fu Chen realize that there was such a large space on the roof, with comfortable seats, a conference room, and a large office. It was bright and elegantly decorated, and it felt similar to those high-end shopping malls outside, but it was also somewhat isolated and not obvious.
During the summer vacation, Zhen Shen invited Fuchen to an art exhibition. His paintings were displayed in the art exhibition.
Zhen Yan looked at him sideways and said, "Forget it. Your family can't bear it."
Zhen Shen, who was next door, immediately went online and saw Yang Yong at the door. He walked over with his head lowered and stood next to Fu Chen.
Zhen Shen frowned and explained, "Galleries are different from auction houses. Galleries will protect the reputation and future value of the painter and will not find buyers at will."
Fuchen took Lanlan with him. Lanlan was not hostile to Zhen Shen. In the school beauty incident, she also knew that Zhen Shen had contributed a lot. She quit the school beauty competition and devoted herself to studying, with a clear direction: she wanted to take the Communication University entrance examination
,Journalism.
Zhen Yan was silent for a while, "Look at him. This kid has big ideas."
Fuchen took a look and translated, "No."
Fuchen had been preparing for the competition. Lanlan had a cold war with her and didn't speak for a long time. When she heard the news, she was confused and ran over to find Lanlan. Lanlan said it was okay.
But as soon as Fuchen made a move, Lanlan fell down.
Zhen Shen pushed Fu Chen to coax people. Fu Chen looked at Zhen Shen and went to do it. He sighed: Ah Shen is so kind.
Zhen Shen’s analysis: Originally, it was good for Fuchen to be by his side and act as a protector, unable to cope with all changes. Lanlan had many suitors, and Fuchen controlled the distance between them. There were only advantages and no disadvantages to Lanlan.
Zhen Shen wanted to say more, so her sign language subconsciously became faster and she kept talking.
Halfway through, Zhen Shen came over and took her to the fourth floor.
I love floating dust.
Yang Yong was stunned. He turned his head and looked at the door, "Does your father know about the two of you?"
"You," Yang Yong paused for a moment, his eyes fell to the ground, and his voice fell to the ground, "Did you force him?"
At this time, someone was negotiating the price. It was Zhen Shen's famous work, "Wind". The price was 12 million.
After school in the afternoon, Fuchen followed Lanlan out. He happened to see a boy pulling Lanlan at the door to get on his motorcycle. Fuchen beat him without saying a word.
After the mid-term exam, Lanlan suddenly had a suitor. The other person was unwilling to give up, and the gossip in the school was full of unpleasant things.
Even though she and Lan Lan were separated, and they had been classmates for many years in elementary and junior high school, it was impossible for her to know and not help. It was just that she was in a hurry and didn't think much about it.
"How much profit does the gallery make for you?" Fuchen asked quietly.
People like Lanlan are really little witches. She herself has already focused on her studies and no longer cares about the beauty competition.
Coming together with Fuchen is what Lan Lan means. It can be regarded as a reconciliation on the surface.
A few days later, Lanlan came home at night and was almost dragged away by several people. She ran towards the martial arts school and screamed. Fuchen heard this and quickly led people there to wait for her mother's car to pick her up.
Fuchen's eyes were confused, "What?"
"I like her, we are together voluntarily. Uncle, don't get me wrong, no one forces me." Fuchen translated.
Zhen Yan doesn't have much time to chat with her friends on weekdays, and only this neighbor talks to her the most.
Fuchen's face instantly turned pale.
Fuchen was a little surprised. So scared?
After clearing away the dishes, Fuchen got a drink. Yang Yong came over and said in a deep voice, "Zhen Shen is a very nice person."
Fuchen turned away and said, "We both drank too much."
Fuchen stretched out his hand, paused, and took it back.
Fuchen stopped laughing. Zhen Shen pursed her lips and smiled, but did not answer.
Lan Lan looked at each picture, fascinated and drunk.
It doesn't matter if we are friends. Yang Yong is often hurt by him, and Fuchen is often hurt by him. But his identity has changed, and his perspective has also changed. Yang Yong suddenly felt that Zhen Shen still needs to think about it again with Zhen Yan as his father-in-law.
Zhen Shen began to watch Fuchen study and watch Fuchen's actions intentionally or unintentionally. Fuchen didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
Zhen Shen smiled shyly, looked up at Yang Yong, and made a gesture that everyone could understand: comparing herself, showing love, pointing to the dust.
Fuchen reacted, patted Zhen Shen and laughed.
Fuchen didn't know the whole story, and he still didn't know. It happened that Zhen Shen heard about it and stared at her silently.
"The other party is quite rich. It's better that you don't get targeted by him. Fortunately for me, you are on the recommended path. What if something happens?" Lanlan was anxious.
Lan Lan looked at the two of them with complicated eyes, her eyes fixed on Fu Chen.
After that, it happened twice more, and then it didn’t happen much.
Yang Yong looked at Zhen Yan who was not understanding at all and was complaining about Fu Chen. He had no intention of telling him the truth. "Oh, it's so old. The dowry must be prepared." He turned around and said, "You have already prepared the dowry."
But compared with downstairs, there are commercial elements here. There are printers, fax machines, computers, and a front desk.
At least, Zhen Shen doesn't deal with Fu Chen. This is Lan Lan's understanding.
Zhen Yan also praised his son, "My son is good-looking and has a lot of skills. He is an artist."
Even in the dust, one can think of the appearance of pear blossoms with rain.
Lanlan took Fuchen and ran away.
The two went to eat next door. Yang Yong didn't say anything, and even silently picked the dishes to eat at the table. Fu Chen was so careless that he didn't feel anything. Zhen Shen lowered his head and didn't dare to move. He kept eating without eating more, and ate for a while.
The bowl ran away.
However, she felt that his eyes were full of blame. As she got closer, she realized that this man's whole body was filled with speech. His eyes, movements, gestures, even his hair and clothes, and his paintings did not require words.
Zhen Shen blushed so much that she shook her head and didn't pay attention.
On the desk are various reviews and reports about artists represented by some galleries, as well as auction catalogues.
Fuchen and Zhen Shen went downstairs after dinner. The two of them held hands in a small corner in front of flowers and under the moonlight.
But unexpectedly, the girl suddenly transferred to another school and left. Before leaving, she cried to the boy Fuchen had beaten.
During the competition in June, everyone in Fuchen was very vigilant. Fortunately, they were able to advance to the national competition without any risk. Everyone felt relieved.
Lan Lan saw Zhen Shen and said, "Let Zhen Shen talk to you. I'll rush to make up for the class first."
Gallery owners do not promote works like salesmen, but comment on art with others, and only talk about the works they represent by the way when people are interested.
The following says that this is art, it has a price but no market. It’s just to rip you off here!
Fuchen turned his head and looked at Zhen Shen. His eyes were dark and not as pure as before. After staring at Fuchen for a long time, Zhen Shen said: Lan Lan competed with a girl for the position of school belle. The boy was a loyal fan of the girl, and he was
Girls were specially sent to pester Lanlan and maliciously create topics.
"..." Fuchen sighed, the other party was a White Lotus.
Zhen took a deep look at Fuchen, and the smile in the corner of her eyes seemed to have stars. In sign language, no.
He pulled Fuchen over and talked, "Fuchen, he is not a good person. Haven't you heard that disabled people are more or less perverted? No, no, no, I don't mean to discriminate."
Fuchen didn't want to pay attention.
Fuchen raised his eyes and looked at Yang Yong, opened the green tea and took a sip, waiting for the next step.
Lanlan stared at the right hand that had just been clenched into a fist, half-moved, without saying a word. Then she turned around and left.
Yang Yong stared at the sign language and looked at their expressions. He didn't understand sign language, but he understood their expressions. "Did you force him?"
Fuchen has always known that there are many celebrities in No. 1 Middle School and there are more dramas. He is recommended by the competition, so he is not considered top. There are already a few high school sophomores who have received several recommended places. The foreign language school next door has offers from famous foreign schools. There are also a few United Nations volunteers.
indivual.
"Yang Yong asked you, were you forced to be together by me?" Fuchen asked with a smile.
ah?
Fuchen smiled and leaned against the kitchen door, "Call him over and ask me if I was forced." Before Yang Yong could speak, he immediately shouted, "Ah Shen!"
Yang Yong looked at Zhen Yan, who was still in the dark. He knew that he didn't like Fuchen, but still wanted to test it. He pretended to sigh: "I don't know who Fuchen will live with in the future. Hey, I'm afraid that she will get married early, and
I'm afraid of getting married late." This brings up the topic.
They define themselves as "art protectors" and value the long-term value of the painter and protect the reputation of the painter. Therefore, when looking for a buyer, they will repeatedly select the buyer to confirm that this person is the final buyer and will not let the work enter the market again.
Entering the market again, this time is the secondary market. No matter whether the price is high or low, the secondary market has an impact on the reputation and value of the painter. Art is reduced to a commodity. This nakedness will reduce the future value of the painter and discredit the gallery owner's "
In the name of "Art Protector".
In order to protect the painter, no matter how the outside world suppresses or praises the works, the gallery has its own set of pricing and will not change it.
In the same way, people who buy works will also have a sense of honor. Buying a painting is not buying back a commodity, but the person who appreciates the painting, in a sense, also participates in the creation of art.
"..." Only then did Fuchen realize that there are so many things to pay attention to in the gallery. It is indeed art!
