"If you really like it, why didn't you sell it earlier? Although I have given up my word that I cannot sell the work. But if I meet like-minded people, I can give it away for free."
"Well... I guess I'm just... shy."
Wan Jiaojiao made such a conjecture, which she herself felt was untenable.
Wan's father also smiled and shook his head, denying: "How can a shy person buy the work so calmly in front of everyone? Don't you think this is very contradictory?"
Well, Wan Jiaojiao was completely confused and couldn't think of any answer.
Wan's father also felt that it was very complicated. His intuition told him that the current situation was not that simple. But Wan's father initially wanted to do something he liked in peace and quiet, but fate always played tricks on him.
This made Wan's father very irritated. He rubbed his hair and said a little decadently: "There are too many bad people out there. I really want to take you back to your hometown!"
Grandma Wan was crocheting handicrafts on the side. When she heard this, she said angrily: "You, don't say those depressing words. Everyone is working so hard for you. How can you just back down when you encounter some difficulties."
Wan Fu was a little embarrassed to be criticized like a child. He coughed lightly and muttered: "I, I was just talking casually, and I didn't really intend to do it. Isn't it just that we are all chatting together now?
Then you must say whatever you want to say."
Wan Jiaojiao knew that her father must be in a confused mood at this time. She was silent for a while, and then suddenly said: "Dad has created a lot of works recently, why don't we hold an exhibition."
After hearing this, Wan's father and Wan's grandmother both looked at Wan Jiaojiao.
Wan Jiaojiao spoke her thoughts calmly and said: "Since some people doubt my father's strength, then show it to others. Everyone has eyes. As long as you put your work on display, someone will naturally judge it."
Wan Jiaojiao feels that if her father wants to change the status quo, he must do something instead of just waiting for death.
Grandma Wan thought Wan Jiaojiao's words made sense, so she said to Wan's father: "Yes, the best way to face doubt is to speak with strength."
After the words fell, Grandma Wan did not get a response from Father Wan. This made Grandma Wan frown, raise her voice, and ask: "Are you going to back down? That's not possible! You are a delicate father, you can't give in!"
When Wan's father heard this, he straightened his back, frowned and said, "I'm not giving in. I'm just holding an exhibition. Don't worry, I won't embarrass you!"
Seeing that her father agreed, Wan Jiaojiao and Grandma Wan looked at each other and smiled at each other.
As for Wan Fu, he was not in the mood to smile. Instead, he was weighing in his mind how many works he would write.
Although Wanfu has been writing non-stop recently, the number of works is not enough, so Wanfu needs to prepare a lot. And since it is an exhibition, the quality must keep up, and Wanfu must go all out.
This created pressure in Wan's father's heart, but this pressure did not make him restless. Instead, it inspired Wan's father to work hard and began to create without sleep or food.
Wan Jiaojiao fully supports her father, and her support is not just as simple as cheering him up, she also helps her father contact the venue for the exhibition.
After several days of collecting, Wan Jiaojiao determined several addresses and went to the scene to check on the situation while still at get off work.
Just when she was standing in front of a private exhibition hall, Wan Jiaojiao was stopped by someone. She turned around and saw a middle-aged man with a round belly, looking at her with a smile.
Wan Jiaojiao thought for a while and realized that this was the curator who had previously agreed to exhibit her father's works.
The curator walked up to Wan Jiaojiao and asked politely: "Miss Wan, do you have time? Can we chat?"
"OK."
Wan Jiaojiao did not hesitate, and then went to the coffee shop next door with the other party.
The curator asked straight to the point: "I know that your father wants to hold an exhibition, and your father and I have cooperated before, and the cooperation with each other is quite pleasant. If this is the case, why do you have to look for another place instead of looking for a place close by?
In fact, we can definitely do it here, unless...you have any objections to us."
Seeing that the other party had misunderstood, Wan Jiaojiao explained: "No, no, the reason why I didn't consider you is because my father doesn't have so many works, and your art museum is too big, and if you don't have too many works, it will look sparse."
Sparse."
After hearing this, the curator breathed a sigh of relief, and then said with a smile: "So that's it, then you can rest assured that our art museum can partially open, it's up to you."
"Is this still possible?"
"Yes, yes, rules are dead, but people are alive. As long as we have the intention to cooperate, everything can be discussed."
The curator is very sincere, and it can be seen that he really wants to keep Wan Fu.
Wan Jiaojiao tilted her head and looked at the curator. After a moment, she asked a question and said: "My father only has one work on display, and he is not very famous. Why did the curator personally retain it?"
"Because your father is a rare genius, I dare to use my wealth to guarantee that as long as he calms down and continues to create, he will definitely become a master in the future! Maybe you don't mind being famous, but letting such a person fall into dust is a loss to the world of calligraphy and painting.
Although I am not a noble person, I still hope to leave more and better works for the world to appreciate!"
The curator became more and more excited as he talked, and the muscles on his face were trembling slightly because of his excitement.
Wan Jiaojiao was silent for a moment, then smiled and said, "Okay, I agree on behalf of my father."
This result made the curator feel relieved, his eyes widened with a smile, and he hurriedly said: "This is great! Then you can decide the time for the exhibition. As long as the time is confirmed, we will fully cooperate with you."
"Okay, thank you."
"Oh, I should be the one thanking you! I heard that you were going to hold an exhibition outside, and I couldn't sleep or eat well. Today, I can finally have a peaceful sleep."
The curator was not exaggerating. You can tell from the dark circles under his eyes. But the hard work is worth it. At this moment, the curator has already imagined the sensation this exhibition will bring in his mind.
Wan Jiaojiao didn't expect her father to cause a sensation. She just hoped that her father would do something he liked and wouldn't find life difficult.
Wan Jiaojiao curled her lips, holding the cup and preparing to take a sip of coffee. However, out of the corner of her eye, she saw a familiar figure first.
Turning to look out the window, Wan Jiaojiao made sure that the familiar figure was someone she knew, then said goodbye to the curator, stood up and chased him out.
"Mr. Ethan?"
Ethan was wearing sunglasses. When he heard Wan Jiaojiao's voice, he turned around, smiled at her, and said, "What a coincidence that I can meet you here."