Rebirth with a Space to Counterattack and Abuse the Scumbag

I put away my phone, and the unease in my heart was mostly dispelled by Gong Lin's firm gaze.

I took a deep breath and decided to put aside those business troubles for the time being. The most important thing right now was to prepare for the upcoming art exhibition.

After all, only by possessing sufficiently excellent works of art can one truly gain a foothold.

The next morning, I began a non-stop series of visits.

My first stop was a well-known sculptor whose studio was filled with powerful works of various shapes.

I knocked on the door, and the crisp sound echoed in the somewhat empty space, as if it had also awakened the anticipation in my heart.

The door opened, and a middle-aged man in work clothes poked his head out, his eyes slightly scrutinizing.

I politely handed over my business card and explained my purpose.

I spoke at length about my understanding of art and my plans for future art exhibitions.

I can feel my passion burning like a flame, wanting to ignite every corner.

However, reality gave me a cold shower.

He listened quietly, nodding occasionally, but never made a clear statement.

I could sense his hesitation and reservations; he seemed to distrust me, a self-taught art dealer.

In the end, he just gave me a perfunctory reply, saying he would think about it, and then sent me away.

I was not discouraged by this; on the contrary, it made me even more determined.

Over the next few days, I went from artist to artist studio, patiently explaining my ideas.

I saw all kinds of art, heard different opinions, and felt different attitudes, and my enthusiasm gradually faded.

Some artists smiled at me but kept their distance; others refused outright, citing a variety of reasons.

I gradually felt a little frustrated, like a flame that had been doused with water. Although it wasn't completely extinguished, it no longer burned as fiercely as it had at the beginning.

I am keenly aware that recognition in the art world is not something that can be achieved overnight; it requires time and hard work.

A few days later, I received an invitation from an auction company in City A to attend a small art auction.

I knew in my heart that this might be another opportunity, but it could also be a trap.

I decided to go and see what he was up to.

The auction was held in a simply decorated venue, the atmosphere was slightly tense, and there was an indescribable feeling in the air.

Auctioneer Jian Qinyu, dressed in a well-tailored suit, greeted me warmly with a formulaic smile on his face.

He gestured for me to sit in the front row so I could better observe what was happening on the field.

As the auction began, one artwork after another was displayed, including some of mediocre pieces, yet he deliberately inflated their prices, creating a somewhat eerie atmosphere.

A strong sense of unease welled up inside me; it seemed he was deliberately setting a trap, trying to make me fall into the pit he had dug.

I observed carefully and keenly noticed the trickery involved.

I remained inactive and did not participate in the bidding. I wanted to see what he was up to.

Jian Qinyu seemed surprised by my calmness; his smile became somewhat stiff.

As I was about to leave after the auction, Jian Qinyu called out to me, "Mr. Miao, what did you think of today's auction items?" I turned around and said calmly, "Not bad, but the prices were a bit inflated." Jian Qinyu paused, his smile freezing on his face. "Really? I thought they were quite valuable." He hesitated, then added, "By the way, Mr. Miao, there's been a lot of talk in the industry lately about you..."

He paused, his tone slightly probing, "He said you're just dabbling in art, and don't have any real passion for it." I looked at him calmly and didn't say anything.

Jian Qinyu continued, "President Miao, as you know, the art world is very exclusive. If you just want to have some fun, I'm afraid..." He didn't finish his sentence, but the threat in his words was already very clear.

I smiled and said firmly, "Mr. Jane, I think you've misunderstood. I'm serious about art." I ignored him and turned to leave the auction hall.

Back in the studio, the oppressive atmosphere enveloped me like an invisible net.

I rubbed my temples in frustration, trying to calm myself down.

I've visited quite a few artists these past few days, but the results haven't been satisfactory.

They always bring up my background of commercial success and question my sincerity towards art.

I explained again and again, but it was like talking to a wall; I received no response.

Feeling wronged, angry, and resentful—a mix of emotions almost overwhelmed me.

I picked up the paintbrush on the table, wanting to pour out my frustrations onto the canvas, but I found that I couldn't concentrate at all.

Frustrated, I threw my paintbrush aside and slumped back in my chair.

Am I really unable to gain recognition in the art world?

Am I destined to be just an "outsider"?

No, I am not reconciled!

I took a deep breath and tried to calm myself down.

Since conventional visits aren't working, let's try a different approach.

I sat up abruptly, and a new idea gradually took shape in my mind.

I started contacting some artists and inviting them to participate in a charity art event.

I didn't reveal too many details, only saying that it's a brand new art exchange platform where they can showcase their work and meet more peers.

Surprisingly, many artists expressed interest.

Perhaps it was because of the charitable nature of the event, perhaps because of my sincere invitation, or perhaps because they also longed for a new platform.

The event venue was a beautiful art center, and I carefully decorated every corner to create a relaxed and pleasant atmosphere.

On the day of the event, the artists arrived one after another, their faces filled with curiosity and anticipation.

I warmly welcomed each guest and introduced them to the concept and purpose of the event.

I've seen some artists who were initially prejudiced against me begin to change their views on me.

The event went very smoothly, with the artists exchanging ideas and sharing their creative experiences.

I stood to the side, watching the smiles on their faces, and felt a great sense of accomplishment.

I know I've finally found the key to unlock the door to the art world.

An artist with gray hair walked up to me. He looked at me with admiration in his eyes. "Ms. Miao, your event is very meaningful and creative." I smiled and said modestly, "I just wanted to contribute to art." He patted me on the shoulder and said meaningfully, "Young man, you have a bright future."

Just as I was about to continue my conversation with him, a familiar voice suddenly came from the crowd, "Miao Qing, I didn't expect you to have this trick up your sleeve..." I turned around and saw Shi Yun Shen standing not far away, looking at me with a complicated expression...

I stopped smiling and turned to Shi Yunshen. He still had that arrogant look, but there was a hint of complexity in his eyes.

Before I could respond, I was drawn to a small gasp from the crowd.

It turned out that the staff were carefully opening several heavy wooden crates, inside which were my carefully selected collectibles.

These collections are not masterpieces by famous artists, but rather artworks I've gathered from all over the world, full of local characteristics and cultural heritage.

For example, the totem masks of African tribes are carved with ancient legends and carry a primitive, mysterious power; and the silk tapestries from Central Asia depict the life scenes of nomadic peoples with bright colors, as if you can hear the tinkling of camel bells.

Each piece in the collection holds a story, a secret sealed away by time.

I gently picked up a palm-sized piece of silver jewelry. Its unique design and openwork patterns shimmered with tiny sparkles under the light.

In a gentle voice, I told everyone the story behind it.

I recounted how I trekked through mountains and rivers, venturing into remote areas, all in search of these hidden artistic treasures.

I shared my understanding and insights into these artworks, and also recounted the culture and history they embody.

My voice wasn't loud, but it was full of sincerity and enthusiasm, enough to infect everyone present.

The surroundings gradually quieted down, and everyone listened attentively to my story. Some artists couldn't help but come forward and examine the artworks carefully.

They gently touched the rough texture with their fingers, feeling the warmth from a distant time and space.

They chatted and discussed amongst themselves, uttering sounds of admiration.

Seeing the light shining in their eyes, a warm feeling welled up in my heart.

I feel that I have finally been recognized, not because of my commercial success, but because of my sincere love for art.

I excitedly accepted everyone's praise. An atmosphere of being respected and understood permeated the event, making me feel incredibly happy and fulfilled.

Just then, a faint fragrance wafted over. I turned around and saw Gong Lin standing behind me, holding a glass of warm water.

He handed me the water glass, looking at me tenderly with eyes full of doting affection.

I took the water glass and felt the warmth from his fingertips, a sweet and dependent feeling welling up inside me.

I smiled at him, and he slightly curved the corners of his mouth into a charming smile, as if the whole world had become warmer because of him.

The sweetness between us was so clear and intense, even in the noisy event, that it drew the attention of those around us, who smiled with envy.

The event went very smoothly, and the artists all expressed their satisfaction with it and thanked me.

Looking at the smiles on their faces

Just then, Shi Yunshen suddenly stepped forward, looking at me with a complicated expression, and said, "Miao Qing, I have something I want to say to you..."

Shi Yunshen walked up to me, and the surrounding noise seemed to disappear, leaving only his slightly hesitant voice: "Miao Qing, I've always underestimated you. Your passion for art is genuine." He paused, took a deep breath, as if making a big decision, "I hope to co-organize the next exhibition with you." My heart suddenly raced, and I could hardly believe my ears.

Shi Yunshen, this proud artist, actually took the initiative to propose a collaboration with me! This is a higher level of recognition than simply exhibiting!

I excitedly grasped his hand, feeling the warmth of his palm, and a tremendous sense of accomplishment welled up within me.

"Mr. Shi, thank you for your trust. I will do my best!" My voice trembled slightly, but I couldn't hide my joy.

Shi Yunshen revealed a rare smile. "Just call me Yunshen. I believe we can definitely create a stunning art feast." As he spoke, he took a folder from his assistant and handed it to me. "These are some of my proudest works. I hope they will shine brightly at your exhibition."

I carefully took the folder, and as my fingertips touched the texture of the paper, a strange excitement welled up inside me.

I eagerly opened the folder, and one after another exquisite painting came into view. Every stroke was full of power and passion, as if it wanted to leap off the paper and take me into a brand new art world.

A burst of enthusiastic applause and cheers erupted from the crowd, bringing the joyful atmosphere to a climax during the event.

I looked around and saw smiling faces everywhere. Qian Sanqiang also gave me an approving look, and even Miao Jiajia, who had previously tried to stop me, looked surprised.

I took a deep breath, trying to calm my excited emotions.

I know this is just the beginning.

The next exhibition will be larger in scale and will present even more challenges.

Venue, publicity, security, guest invitations...

Every step requires meticulous planning and arrangement.

Gong Lin walked to my side and gently took my hand. His eyes were gentle yet firm, as if telling me that no matter what difficulties I encountered, he would be by my side.

I shook his hand back, my heart filled with strength.

“Qingqing,” Gong Lin’s voice was deep and magnetic, “Next, there is an even more important task waiting for us.”

I looked up into his deep eyes, and a premonition welled up inside me...