When the middle-aged reporter saw Zhou Hanwen looking out the window with dumbfounded eyes, he also looked out the window in confusion.
The Porsche sedan was much faster than their car. When he turned around to look, he could only see the rear of the Porsche.
He turned around and his doubtful eyes fell on Zhou Hanwen: "Mr. Zhou, what are you doing?"
"Ah? No, it's okay. I guess I didn't have a good rest last night and had hallucinations. I just saw that in the Porsche sedan in front of me, Miss Shang was driving the car, and that guy was sitting leisurely aside!"
Zhou Hanwen came back to his senses and rubbed his eyes, with a bit of surprise on his face.
That was definitely an illusion just now, but how could it be so real?
"Hahaha! Mr. Zhou, your illusion is too outrageous. What kind of person is Shang Qingdai? She is a famous iceberg goddess in the entire Nanyue Province. Her family background is superior, and her own abilities also put countless men to shame.
How can a woman like her be a driver for others? Not to mention the guy just now, even if he has better conditions than her, he still wants to hold her in the palm of his hand and coax her like a fairy."
The middle-aged reporter laughed.
Zhou Hanwen thought about it carefully and realized that this was indeed the case. Only then did his frown relax.
The middle-aged reporter continued: "In my opinion, Mr. Zhou, you care too much about Shang Qingdai. When you see a man next to her, you treat him as an imaginary love rival. Don't think about it, how can that kind of guy be worthy of you?"
Your love rival?
He is just a toad on the ground, and Shang Qingdai is a white swan aloof. No matter how close he gets, there will be no story between the two parties!"
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Shang Qingdai came here to participate in a small private painting exhibition.
The organizer of the exhibition is Jiang Qingsong, a figure who has been very popular in the Chinese painting circle in recent years.
Nowadays, Jiang Qingsong has long been out of reach of ordinary people. Those who can be invited to participate in the art exhibition are either elites from all walks of life or have extraordinary family backgrounds.
Yang Mu and Shang Qingdai walked into the luxuriously decorated exhibition hall amid the respectful voices of the guard.
"The works on display this time are Jiang Qingsong's works in the past two years, with a total of 13 paintings. Jiang Qingsong is good at depicting living animals and can integrate various postures and charm into his paintings. It is precisely because of his paintings that they have a difficult
Because of the charm of his words, he has been highly praised by wealthy circles in recent years."
Shang Qingdai said while leading Yang Mu towards the inside.
"There are only 13 paintings on display in such a large exhibition hall? He only painted 13 paintings in two years. This guy is quite lazy." Yang Mu said.
Shang Qingdai gave him a charming look: "If you want to paint a satisfactory work, technique, inspiration, and state are all indispensable.
13 works in two years, which is an astonishing number. You guys, if you don’t understand, don’t talk nonsense, otherwise, you will be laughed at later.”
Yang Mu didn't care, but he didn't refute it.
Are secret tunnel paintings so particular? If you want, I can draw a few for you on the spot.
At this time, he had already seen one of the exhibits hanging in front of him.
Although most of his works cannot be compared with that mysterious master's, they are not inferior to these exhibits anyway.
Shang Qingdai's love for antique calligraphy and painting is not just a show, but comes from her heart. She walked to the exhibit not far away. After admiring it for a while, her eyes were filled with brilliance.
At this time, she subconsciously wanted to exchange opinions with others, but when she turned around, she only saw Yang Mu, and had no choice but to take back what she was saying.
Even if I told this guy about the exquisiteness of the exhibits in front of me, he wouldn't understand. He was just talking to a cow.
"Haha! Mr. Shang, are you here too?"
At this moment, a fat middle-aged man walked over not far away with a happy face.
The middle-aged man is relatively familiar with Shang Qingdai. They are both from Tianhai City and are fascinated by antique calligraphy and painting. They have met each other several times.
Not long after, several other people arrived.
These people are all well-known and wealthy people. For them, this is not only an opportunity to appreciate paintings, but also an opportunity to expand their connections.
"Mr. Shang, you don't know yet? Why did Master Jiang suddenly hold this exhibition?"
A slightly fat woman with elegant makeup said with a smile.
"Why?" Shang Qingdai asked curiously.
The woman smiled and said: "It is said that it is because Master Jiang painted his most satisfactory work a few days ago. He believed that the work was the pinnacle of what he can achieve today. He was so happy that he specially held this exhibition!
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"Excellent works are naturally made by nature, but they are found by skillful hands! Master Jiang is naturally very happy to have obtained this excellent work. He invites everyone to come and appreciate it together."
"I heard that the painting is called 'A Hundred Birds Paying Attention to the Phoenix', and I was planning to go there to pay my respects. Why don't we all come together?"
Someone immediately echoed and spoke.
Shang Qingdai's eyes were full of expectation, she nodded and said:
"In that case, let's all go over and take a look. It can be regarded by Master Jiang as his pinnacle work, and I think it surpasses other previous works!"
Everyone was full of excitement and walked towards the middle of the exhibition hall.
Yang Mu walked slowly at the back. Compared with the excited faces of the others, he looked indifferent and seemed a bit out of place.
"Why are you staring at me? Are you jealous that I'm handsomer than you?"
Yang Mu turned to look at Zhou Hanwen, who was staring at him not far away.
Zhou Hanwen, the middle-aged reporter, and several camera crews had arrived just now, but they didn't come near, they just stood aside and watched silently.
Seeing that he was noticed by the other party, Zhou Hanwen snorted coldly and walked to Yang Mu:
"I was observing you just now. It's obvious that you know nothing about calligraphy and painting. When Miss Shang and others were appreciating their works, you couldn't even get a word in. You're a complete layman!"
"So?" Yang Mu glanced at him unhurriedly, "Whether I know how to calligraphy or painting is none of your business?"
Zhou Hanwen obviously didn't expect that the other party was so thick-skinned and his words were so vulgar, so he couldn't help but get furious!
The more he thought about it, the more he felt that the scene he saw earlier was not like an illusion, and the guy in front of him behaved next to Shang Qingdai without any respect as a driver.
It's very possible that this guy is really not the driver, but Shang Qingdai's friend?
In other words, it is really possible that he is his love rival!
"An uncultured guy like you doesn't deserve to make me angry, let alone have the slightest idea about Miss Shang!"
Zhou Hanwen suppressed the anger in his heart and said coldly in a low voice: "Miss Shang and I are both members of the Nanyue Provincial Calligraphers and Painters Association. We are different from guys like you who can't hold back a word after seeing the exhibits.
I advise you to take care of yourself, it is best to leave now, otherwise, you will be embarrassed later."
Speaking of the latter, Zhou Hanwen had a sneer in his eyes. If this guy didn't know how to show appreciation, he had already thought of a way to deal with him.