Castle Peak Like Jade

After dinner, Sun Mengzhu and his party went to the downstairs bar for a drink. While drinking, a waiter brought a bottle of wine.

Several people were a little surprised, "We didn't order this."

The waiter nodded and smiled, "This wine is given to you by our hotel owner."

Hotel owner?

They don't know the owner of this hotel.

After the person left, the male colleague took a look at the wine and was slightly surprised, "The owner of the hotel is very generous, and he gave away a bottle of Remy Martin."

"It's strange, why send us instead of sending others, just because we are employees of Sheng's?"

Everyone is a little foggy.

"It can't be that anyone in our group knows the owner of the hotel, so let's follow suit?"

Someone said such a mouth, and everyone guessed in this regard.

"Who is so low-key and hidden."

Sun Mengzhu sat up straight and scanned the surroundings left and right, and carelessly stroked the hair around his ears.

The next morning, everyone got up early to go to the art exhibition.

The art exhibition of the Qing Festival was even better than expected. The exhibition halls of high-end hotels are open and bright, the lighting is warm and soft and not glaring, and soft pure music is playing in the halls. Walking in the exhibition corridors is like being in the mountains and rivers.

The exhibition hall is also equipped with security personnel and explainers.

In such a place, everyone calms down in unison. The elegance and self-cultivation of traditional Chinese painting makes people indulge in it strangely.

Sun Mengzhu looked at the exquisite paintings with dazed eyes, and was shocked in his heart. Although some paintings had seen pictures on the Internet before, they were not as good as what he could see with his naked eyes when he stood in front of him.

Only by seeing these paintings with your own eyes can you better understand why people have such high praise for the Youth Festival.

Looking at the painting carefully, Sun Mengzhu's eyes became hotter and hotter, and his heart beat faster.

If... If she can also hold such an art exhibition and get such praise.

How nice.

Chushuang accompanied Sheng Ting to look at the painting, and asked him from time to time, "Should I find you a guide to better understand the artistic conception in the painting?"

"Can the people here be as professional as you? Mrs. Sheng has a high level of artistic attainment. It's better if you tell me."

Therefore, Chushuang dutifully introduced each painting to him.

After looking around, she asked him if there was any painting he liked very much. Sheng Ting thought for a moment, then pointed to the bamboo forest picture over there.

"Those few bamboos are magnificent and can be called fine works."

In just one sentence, Chushuang was happy to hear it, "That is Qingjie's famous work, and bamboo is also the origin of her name."

She asked him, "Do you want it?"

Sheng Ting looked down at her.

"Are you willing to give up your love?"

"You like me and I will find a way to send you..." Before finishing speaking, Chushuang paused slightly, her eyes widened, "How do you know?"

What he was asking was whether he was willing to give up his love. On the surface, the hotel only exhibited these paintings on its behalf, and all the paintings were still owned by Qingjie.

Words like cut off are for the owner.

"How do you know that Mrs. Sheng is the famous painter Qing Jie?"

There was no one in their position, and Sheng Ting said slowly, "The style of painting is so similar, and you can get so many works from Qing Festival to hold an art exhibition. If others can't guess it, how can I not guess it?"

"I know better than anyone how good you are."

Chushuang was stunned for a while, then slowly laughed, "You are really smart."

Sheng Ting went to the rest area to answer the phone, Chushuang continued to look at the painting.

"First Frost."

Miss Xu's voice.

Looking back, I saw my former colleagues, "Have you also come to the exhibition?"

Zhao Jun smiled brightly, "You came early, by the way, where is the gentleman who was with you just now?"

"He's going to answer the phone."