Rebirth with a Space to Counterattack and Abuse the Scumbag

Shi Yunshen's eyes flickered for a moment, but he still walked over.

“Miss Miao, your idea is very interesting, but I still reserve my opinion.” Although his tone still carried a hint of arrogance, it was much gentler than before.

I understand that this is already a concession on his part.

In the days that followed, I devoted myself entirely to the preparation of the exhibition.

Contacting venues, printing brochures, arranging security...

Every task was tedious and complicated.

He traveled to various galleries and studios, trying to persuade more artists to participate in the exhibition, but repeatedly ran into obstacles.

Many artists still have doubts about my qualifications and abilities, and they remain hesitant even when I offer them generous terms.

Anxiety clung to me like vines, and my heart felt as if it were being tightly gripped by an invisible hand.

The atmosphere at the preparation site was extremely tense. Staff members were coming and going, their steps hurried, and everyone's face was filled with pressure.

I forced myself to calm down and checked every detail over and over again, afraid that there might be any oversight.

Finally, all the exhibits were in place.

Standing in the center of the exhibition hall, looking around at these works that embody countless efforts, I felt a mix of anticipation and trepidation.

Just then, my gaze fell upon an oil painting titled "Autumn Whispers".

This painting, with its delicate brushstrokes and rich colors, is full of poetry and romance. I borrowed it from a seasoned collector, and it is the highlight of this exhibition.

But for some reason, I always felt that something was off about this painting.

I stepped forward and carefully examined every detail of the picture.

The texture of the paint, the direction of the brushstrokes, and even the pattern of the frame all gave me a sense of something unusual.

My palms started sweating, and my heart was pounding.

An ominous premonition came to mind.

I took a deep breath and tried to stay calm.

The oppressive atmosphere was like a giant net, tightly enveloping me.

I walked to a corner and dialed Gong Lin's number.

"Gong Lin, I...I might be in trouble." My voice trembled, and I was almost crying.

“This painting, ‘Autumn Whispers’… I think… I think it’s fake.”

On the other end of the phone, Gong Lin's voice was deep and powerful, "Don't panic, Qing'er, tell me slowly, what happened?" I told him in detail about my findings and doubts.

After listening, Gong Lin remained silent for a moment before saying, "Qing'er, I know you're worried, but the most important thing right now is to stay calm. You did a great job; once a problem is discovered, it needs to be addressed promptly. I will contact a professional art appraisal expert and have him arrive at the scene as soon as possible."

After hanging up the phone, I felt a little calmer.

Gong Lin's composure and decisiveness always give me strength.

I did not conceal the fact that the painting might have problems; instead, I openly invited experts to authenticate it.

This decision surprised many artists.

They originally thought I would try to cover up the truth, since it concerned the reputation of the exhibition and even my personal career development.

Upon arrival at the scene, the experts immediately began their identification work.

He carefully examined every detail of the painting, using tools such as a magnifying glass and ultraviolet light to examine it, and occasionally asked me questions about the painting's provenance and collection history.

My heart was in my throat as I nervously watched the expert's every move.

The air around me seemed to freeze, eerily quiet, and I could hear my own rapid heartbeat.

Time passed by minute by minute, and every second seemed as long as a century.

Finally, the expert looked up, took off his glasses, and said, "Ms. Miao, based on my appraisal, this painting, 'Autumn Whispers,' is genuine."

Upon hearing this, I felt a huge weight lifted off my shoulders, and my tense nerves finally relaxed.

I breathed a long sigh of relief, a smile of satisfaction spreading across my face.

The air around them seemed to start flowing again, and a relaxed atmosphere filled the preparation team.

My honesty and positive attitude have gained me wider recognition, and an atmosphere of honesty is spreading in the art world.

I walked up to "Autumn Whispers" and gazed at the painting once more.

The afterglow of the setting sun streamed in through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the exhibition hall, enveloping the paintings in a golden halo.

The autumn scenery in the picture is even more vivid, as if whispering the story of autumn.

I reached out and gently stroked the picture frame, feeling the texture of the wood, and a warm touch spread across my fingertips.

Just then, I sensed someone approaching from behind.

I turned around and saw Shi Yunshen standing not far away, gazing at me with deep eyes...

I looked at Shi Yunshen. He slowly approached, his face less arrogant than before, with more appreciation and even a hint of guilt.

“Ms. Miao, I admit I had some prejudice against you before. But your performance today has impressed me greatly. Your courage and boldness in sticking to your judgment and openly questioning others are truly rare in the art world.” His voice was low but sincere. “I think I should reconsider our collaboration. I am willing to provide my work for your exhibition.”

I opened my eyes wide in surprise, my joy beyond words.

This is not just a change in Shi Yunshen's personal attitude, but also represents his recognition of me and my exhibition!

“Mr. Shi, I am very grateful for your trust! I believe our cooperation will be very pleasant.” I reached out and shook hands with him tightly.

Then, I eagerly walked towards the painter Chen, who stood to the side with a kind look of satisfaction in his eyes.

I excitedly grasped his hand, feeling the warmth of his palm. "Teacher Chen, thank you! The smooth running of this exhibition is all thanks to your support and encouragement." A sense of accomplishment welled up within me, like a warm current flowing through my entire body.

We looked at each other and smiled, and a joyful atmosphere rose around us.

The opening day of the exhibition was a grand and lively affair.

People from all walks of life flocked to visit, including gallery owners, collectors, critics, media reporters, and many art enthusiasts, filling the entire exhibition hall to capacity.

People were amazed by the exquisite and unique exhibits, and praised my curatorial skills, saying that it was one of the most impressive art exhibitions in recent years.

Standing in the exhibition center, receiving congratulations and praise from all directions, I felt as if I were bathed in light.

The camera flashes went off incessantly, and I saw that those who had once doubted me were now looking at me with admiration.

I was radiant, feeling as if I were standing at the pinnacle of life, my heart filled with joy and pride, as if all my efforts had been rewarded.

At that moment, I noticed that he was standing on the periphery of the crowd, his gaze fixed on me.

His eyes were deep and gentle, like a bottomless lake or the brightest star in the night sky.

I saw the corners of his mouth turn up slightly, his face full of pride and tenderness.

I know he was happy for me.

As I looked at him, I suddenly felt all the noise fade away, and the whole world seemed to consist only of the two of us.

He walked slowly toward me, each step seeming to whisper unspoken words of love.

I felt my heart racing, as if the whole world had stopped, leaving only the two of us.

Under the lights, his silhouette was outlined even more handsomely by the soft light, and his eyes were full of tenderness and pride, as if to say, "You did it, I'm proud of you."

I gripped the golden scissors used for the opening ceremony ribbon-cutting tightly, feeling their cold and hard texture, and my excitement and satisfaction were beyond words.

The exhibition hall was bustling with people, their exclamations and conversations mingling together, but my attention remained focused on Gong Lin.

When he finally came to me, I saw the light shining in his eyes, a light of affirmation and trust in me.

"Qing'er, you did a fantastic job." His voice was deep and powerful, full of affection.

I looked up at him, my eyes slightly red, and the joy and emotion welling up in my heart were indescribable.

He gently took my hand, and the warmth of his palm was like a warm current, instantly dispelling the fatigue that had been building up for days.

Just then, my phone vibrated and I received a text message.

I glanced at it instinctively; it was a message from a business partner: "Mr. Miao, there are some problems with your latest investment plan, and we need you to deal with them as soon as possible."

My heart sank suddenly, and the joy I had just felt was replaced by a sense of unease.

I suppressed the turmoil in my heart, looked up at Gong Lin, and my eyes were filled with determination.

He seemed to notice my change, his brow furrowed slightly, and he asked with concern, "What's wrong?"

I shook my head slightly and forced a smile: "Gong Lin, there's something I need to deal with right away."

He nodded. "I'll go with you."

His words were like a powerful force, instantly energizing me.

I took a deep breath, my heart filled with strength and confidence, ready to meet new challenges.

I held his hand tightly, my gaze fixed firmly on the distance, as if I could see the infinite possibilities of the future.

I turned and walked toward the entrance of the exhibition hall, with Gong Lin following closely behind.

I know that no matter how difficult the road ahead may be, as long as he is there, I will not be afraid.

At this moment, my heart is filled with anticipation and determination for the future, and I take a firm step forward.