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Tao Zhixing was a little hesitant when he received the call.

It's not uncommon to see people treating each other to dinner in places like this, but the problem is this guy, a blond-haired, blue-eyed foreigner, treating each other to dinner. It would have been fine if he had gone to a hotel.

Considering that he has purchased so many works, it is not impossible to agree. After all, safety is guaranteed when eating in public.

But now, the situation has changed.

Edwards said that his boss invited his players to dine at the boss's estate, who is also Chinese?

This put him in a difficult position.

He is different from the ones from Lhasa. They are a real religious group and the people they bring are from Labrang Monastery, which means that the people come from two different places.

And he comes from a serious national unit...

What made Edwards' request difficult was that the risk was beyond his control and not something the host was willing to bear.

He had no choice but to decline.

He said that there would be no problem if they went to a hotel outside, but he could not bear the responsibility if they went to a private estate.

Edwards agreed with a smile and agreed to meet him at a famous hotel in Vienna at 6:30 in the evening.

After hanging up the phone, Tao Zhixing took advantage of the other four people's short break to call them all to the lounge.

“The foreigner who just bought a lot of our works said his boss is Chinese.

He bought so much because of his boss's request.

I just accepted his boss's invitation to have dinner with these compatriots who are working hard abroad in the evening.

Try to finish as early as possible, change clothes and go meet the boss in the evening."

He specifically said to Lanxiang, “Maybe because he saw you painting live, the boss bought all your works.

Except for the largest one, none of the others were left.

Behave yourself tonight.

When all our trips are over, all your works can be sold.

From today on, you can draw slower, but the quality must be good.

By the way, don’t always draw large-scale ones, small ones are also fine.”

Lanxiang was a relatively calm person, and she just nodded when she heard this. This was not the first time she had encountered such a situation, so she didn't take it too seriously.

Without waiting for the other three to show their displeasure, Tao Zhixing continued with a smile, "If it weren't for the fact that we wanted to leave some works for later exhibitions, that big boss would have wanted to buy all the works we brought!"

Although he kept a smile on his face, he knew that such opportunities did not come often.

In particular, the income from this type of sales is shared between the unit and the individual.

While feeling a little envious of Lanxiang, he also reminded the other three.

If you want to have more works, don’t just make large ones; smaller ones are easier to sell.

After several people agreed, Tao Zhixing asked them to go out and continue painting.

As for the explanation, he was responsible for it himself.

After all, whether it is the audience's realm, the author or the content of the scroll, he is the most suitable candidate.

Lanxiang didn't move.

She picked up a bottle of water from the table in the lounge, unscrewed it and drank it in small sips.

As far as she is concerned, painting every day is very tiring and she doesn't have much time to pay attention to other things.

That's what Dean Tao needs to focus on.

Although many people came to watch every day, there was not a single one that she could really remember.

Except for the young man who was standing at the front this morning when she was introducing the paint.

As a painter, she naturally pays great attention to details.

The young man was not very tall and could be described as thin among a group of foreigners.

Of course, this is an illusion of contrast.

What she cared about was not the person's clothes or temperament, but the emotions expressed in his eyes.

The reason she noticed the young man at that time was because when she saw him, she instinctively looked into his eyes and discovered the calmness and indifference in the young man's eyes.

Or rather, the word isn't quite right.

There was no look of amazement at her beauty, nor any admiration for her superb skills in his eyes, while almost all the audience had these two things in their eyes.

Only he didn't.

This is what she felt was different about him.

It was just because to her, the young man was just a passerby like everyone else.

She will leave this city soon and head to the next city according to the group's plan.

She held up the bottle and took small sips.

He tilted his head slightly, his brows furrowed.

After lunch, she changed into a loose blue sweater and rolled up her sleeves to reveal her relatively slender arms.

The heating in the exhibition hall was very effective and my exposed arms did not feel any chill.

When she was alone in the lounge, she slowly screwed the cap back on the bottle, placed it casually on the table, opened the door and walked out.

What she painted in the afternoon was an imaginary painting of Manjushri Bodhisattva, which was only about 8 pages in size.

On a gray-yellow background, Manjushri Bodhisattva sits on one leg on the back of a green lion, holding a magic sword in his right hand, making a hand seal with his left hand, and wearing a golden crown on his head. He looks like a young woman.

There was wind, which blew the Bodhisattva's clothes backwards, and behind him there were shadowy figures with colorful smoke and dust.

The Bodhisattva is dressed in green clothes, with his eyes slightly closed, as if he is thinking about something.

The green lion under him was lying on the ground, revealing one of its sharp claws, as if looking back and looking up at the Bodhisattva.

The image of the blue lion is more like the lion statues at the gates of large mansions in the past.

It is completely different from the image of the blue lion in traditional Bodhisattva portraits or thangkas.

But the meaning is pretty much the same.

The sword of Dharma can cut through ignorance, open up wisdom, and cut off the troubles of all living beings. The blue lion not only symbolizes the wisdom and majesty of the Bodhisattva, but can also deter evil with its roar.

This is also one of the most popular interpretations.

Because the picture is not complicated, the golden crown on the Bodhisattva's head is also a simple shape, without any complicated ornaments, and she just outlined the image of the lion with a simple stroke mode and that was it.

At this time, part of the Bodhisattva's clothes were still not painted.

Lanxiang mixed an orange-red color and began to color it carefully.

……

Edwards shook his head and put the phone back in his pocket.

"Why, they refused?"

Looking at Edwards' expression, Chen Pingan knew that the other party must have rejected his invitation.

But he soon felt relieved.

"I guess it's because their company has regulations."

He gave himself a good explanation.

Edwards shrugged and said, "I'm not very clear about the rules in your country, but I believe Mr. Tao must have his own concerns.

There are five of them in total. Boss, are you planning to take me alone tonight?"

Chen Pingan thought for a moment and said, "I would like you and Anna to attend together, and I would like Huihui to come along, but I'm not entirely sure if this arrangement is reasonable.

Otherwise, let’s go together!”

Edwards wanted to laugh when he saw his hesitation.

But he still asked while suppressing his smile.

“Boss, I invited them to dinner so that I could buy all the works completed by Ms. Lan during her European tour.

Why did you eat with them?"