The photography exhibition was well publicized, and when Ding Fan arrived, he found that it was no longer deserted as before, but was now very lively with people coming and going.
Shelves were placed in the open space outside the exhibition center, with some of the works from this exhibition on them, attracting a large number of nearby residents to watch.
The familiar little animals and the familiar environment came to life under Ding Wan's camera, and Ding Fan felt more friendly and warm when he saw them.
"Brother Fan!"
The voice was still lingering in his ears, and a fiery red figure had already rushed over. Ding Fan quickly stepped sideways and grabbed the big braid trying to wrap around his waist.
The hair is smooth, shiny and tough. This is the best hair Ding Fan has ever seen, bar none.
"Brother Fan, if you don't come, I will pick him up." Sikong Ye pouted, extremely dissatisfied. Every time there is an exhibition, Ding Fan doesn't do any work and just goes through the motions like an old man.
"Thank you, Ye Zi." Ding Fan smiled.
"Reward?" Sikong Ye stretched out a small slap, but was slapped quickly, and then Ding Fan jumped away with a smile.
Sikong Ye just raised his fist, and Ding Fan waved his hand, "If you don't want the reward, then do it."
"What is it?" Sikong Ye's eyes lit up and he quickly came over, tilting his head which was cute.
"Last time, didn't you say that your hair needed maintenance? I have made all arrangements for you."
Sikong Ye immediately curled his lips and said disdainfully: "Brother Fan, did you leave this job to Huang Yongping?"
"good."
"Who is he, and his pair of stinky claws are worthy of touching my hair?" Sikong Ye crossed his arms and raised his chin. Looking at this behavior, you can tell that Huang Yongping has not discussed it with her yet.
"Yi Zi, Brother Huang is a professional in haircuts and hair care. Apart from him, he is the senior fellow apprentice on the mountain. If you don't let Huang Yongping help, do you still want to go back to the mountain?" Ding Fan asked back.
Sikong Ye's facial features were almost wrinkled together and he gritted his teeth, "Humph, you don't have to do it every day to maintain your hair. No matter what, I can come and go often."
"Okay, if the master doesn't want to let you go, it's hard to detain you." Ding Fan threatened with a wicked smile.
It's not impossible, otherwise Sikong Ye would have gone back a long time ago. He held the ends of his braid and shone it in the sun again and again. He always felt that the quality of his hair was not as good as before. Sikong Ye frowned and said, "Brother Fan, it's not like you don't know, Huang Yongping
If he means that to me, it is absolutely impossible for me to be good with him."
"This is your fault."
"Why do you rely on me?" Sikong Ye glared with his hands on his hips.
"If you reject someone from the beginning and don't accept gifts or red envelopes, he will give up and won't bother you anymore. But now, you always give him the illusion that you can get closer to him."
"No, then if I go to take care of my hair, won't I get closer?"
"It's different. Since we've reached this point, it's better to let the conversation go and we can be friends from now on."
Ding Fan sounded like someone who had come before, but Sikong Ye certainly didn't listen. His hair really needed maintenance, but Huang Yongping was the most suitable candidate.
It can be seen how important it is to have skills.
The two of them walked into the exhibition hall. What was shown in the photos was not a rare species, but it was an alien species among the same species.
For example, a golden-yellow weasel is curled up among flowers, with the sun shining on its body, giving it a golden halo. At this time, the weasel is looking in the direction of the camera, and its fluffy and shiny tail blocks half of its face, looking very naive.
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"Sister, I really like this one. In fact, they are all over the mountain." Sikong Ye shrugged.
"I know why I like it." Ding Fan looked serious.
"Is it because of the special color?" Sikong Ye asked sideways. Seeing Ding Fan shake his head, he thought for a while and said, "Oh, I see, the tail hair of the weasel is particularly valuable."
"It's close. They all have good hair quality." Ding Fan nodded.
Well, Sikong Ye was stroking his braids, suddenly thought of something, and punched him hard, "You're laughing at me!"
The two were chatting and joking when a man dressed as an entrepreneur came over, pointed at the photo and said, "I want this one!"
Staff members came over immediately, and finally sold it for 100,000 yuan. The handover was quickly completed, and the entrepreneur walked over with a bag in his hands and a smile on his face, "Dong Ding, I am Hai Guanghui's good friend Li Juncan. I met you today.
I feel that Ding Dong is very kind."
"Mr. Li, nice to meet you." Ding Fan smiled and shook hands.
Li Juncan looked flattered and hurriedly took out his business card and presented it with both hands. Ding Fan took it and saw that it was from a local advertising company in Jingyang.
After saying to keep in touch, Li Juncan left with satisfaction.
Seeing a little red fox, Ding Fan stopped to admire it. This was a naughty little fox who was familiar with people, but always kept an absolute distance. It could only be fed, but not touched or hugged.
The little fox's body was fiery red, but the hair on his neck was a touch of snow-white, as if he was wearing a high-end fur scarf.
"It's strange to say that this little fox and the master are just rubbing hands, but they can be hugged by the elder sister." Sikong Ye sighed.
"Really?" Ding Fan was also surprised. He turned around and found that the red fox had the largest number of photos. There were no less than seven or eight photos that he could see: "It doesn't know that my sister is someone who deals with African beasts all day long.
, otherwise you will have to be scared away."
"If you say bad things about me, I will definitely sue you."
"I bought this one!" Another man in a suit and leather shoes took action on the one in front of Ding Fan.
Although there were many photos of red foxes, because they were Ding Wan's favorite and the price was not low, 200,000, the man bought them without even frowning, and immediately he had a handbag in his hand.
"Dr. Ding, I saw you at the National Industry Apparel Summit." The man smiled broadly and took out a business card from his suit pocket: Garment Processing Factory.
"I'm telling you, he looks familiar." Ding Fan said perfunctorily.
"From now on, whenever there is a need to use my little brother, Ding Dong just speaks up."
Little brother?
Sikong Ye curled his lips, this man looked to be in his early thirties!
"I hope there will be opportunities for cooperation." Ding Fan smiled and shook hands, making the man so excited that he even lifted the painting he just bought and rushed away happily.
At this moment, Ding Fan understood that many people came here for his own sake.
Today, Ding Fan is a rising star in the Jingyang business community. He has tens of billions of assets and is already well-known. Of course, entrepreneurs want to get closer and look for business opportunities.
Ding Wan had more business cards in her hand. Everyone knew that she was Ding Fan's sister and wanted to take this opportunity to enhance their relationship.
"Sister, your integrity is in tatters." Finally, when he had a free moment, Ding Fan pulled Ding Wan aside and pointed to the business card in her hand with disdain.
"Buy freely, what's there to say? Besides, these photos are precious, and the Institute of Biology has invited me to give lectures." Ding Wan pulled the business card, but unfortunately, there were too many, and she forgot which one it was.
"I bought this one."
Another person wanted to buy a painting. Ding Fan and his brother all turned their heads to look, but their brows furrowed.