Rebirth with a Space to Counterattack and Abuse the Scumbag

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.

The next day, I began a new round of busy work.

The collaboration for this exhibition is with Shi Yunshen, a proud and arrogant but exceptionally talented renowned artist.

My first task is to determine a suitable exhibition venue.

In the morning, I drove to several art centers.

However, things didn't go as smoothly as I had imagined.

Many venues are either too expensive for me to afford, or the timing is not right, as there are already other exhibitions scheduled.

Everywhere I go, my brows furrow involuntarily, and anxiety slowly builds up in my heart.

Time ticked by, and I grew increasingly anxious, but I still hadn't found a satisfactory venue.

Just when I was about to lose patience, Qian Sanqiang suddenly called and told me about a potential venue that suited our needs.

I immediately drove there.

It was an art center located in the city center, with complete facilities and an elegant environment, perfect for hosting such a large-scale exhibition.

However, when I arrived, a security guard was standing at the door, his face ashen, hands on his hips, looking unfriendly.

"Excuse me, miss, this area is not open to the public." The security guard, whose name was Liu Yong, said rudely, blocking my way.

A surge of anger welled up inside me, but I forced myself to calm down and argued my case: "I am Miao Qing, in charge of the preparation for this exhibition. I already have an appointment. Please move aside."

"A reservation? I don't see any reservation record." Liu Yong deliberately made things difficult for me, his tone becoming even more arrogant.

I took a deep breath and tried to remain polite: "You can check, my appointment record is there, it can't be wrong."

Liu Yong, however, remained unyielding and arrogant.

I felt a strong sense of frustration, but I knew I couldn't waste my time here.

Just then, Qian Sanqiang arrived and quickly stepped forward to explain, "Liu Yong, this is Miss Miao. She does have an appointment record. Please move aside."

After hearing Qian Sanqiang's words, Liu Yong reluctantly stepped aside, but still looked at me with disdain.

I suppressed my anger and strode into the arena, still feeling some lingering rage.

But I know that these little episodes are just the prelude, and bigger challenges are yet to come.

I looked around. The space was spacious, bright, and well-arranged, and the anxiety in my heart gradually dissipated.

I picked up my pen and notebook and began to carefully record every detail, my heart filled with unwavering conviction.

"This exhibition must be a success," I whispered to myself, my voice filled with determination.

Just then, my phone vibrated, displaying a text message from Shi Yunshen: "Miao Qing, there's something I need you to handle immediately..." Shi Yunshen's text message was like a pebble thrown into my calm lake of heart, stirring up ripples.

I immediately called back, and his slightly impatient voice came through the phone: "Miao Qing, what's going on your end? My painting 'Blooming Life' has run into some trouble during transport, and it's in grave danger of being damaged at any moment!"

My heart sank suddenly, a chill ran from the soles of my feet straight to the top of my head, and a fine layer of cold sweat instantly appeared on my forehead.

This painting, "Blooming Life," is Shi Yunshen's masterpiece and is priceless. If any problems arise during my preparation for the exhibition, it will not only cause Shi Yunshen to distrust me, but also cast a shadow over the exhibition.

I gripped my phone tightly, trying to keep my voice calm: "Teacher Shi, please don't worry. What exactly happened? I'll arrange for someone to handle it immediately."

"What's the specific situation? Go and see for yourself! Remember, if there's a problem with my painting, I will not let it go!" After saying that, Shi Yunshen angrily hung up the phone, leaving me to face this sudden crisis alone.

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

I contacted the head of the transportation team while driving to the scene.

The scenery outside the car window rushed past, but my anxiety grew.

I kept simulating all possible scenarios and coping strategies in my mind, as if I were in a silent battle.

When I arrived at the scene, I saw the huge painting, which was tightly wrapped, being carefully unloaded from the truck.

The painting was wrapped in thick protective material, but you could still feel the immense pressure it was under.

My heart started racing, and my legs felt a little weak.

The head of the transportation team, a burly middle-aged man, saw me approaching and quickly stepped forward: "Ms. Miao, the situation is not good. The supporting structure of the painting has become somewhat loose during transportation, and we are trying to find a way to reinforce it."

I didn't say anything, but instead walked around the painting carefully to observe it.

I noticed that cracks had indeed appeared at the joints of the frame supporting the painting. If no measures are taken soon, it could cause structural damage to the painting's interior.

I crouched down and began to carefully study the structure of the painting.

Although I graduated from university two years ago, I took some courses in art materials science during my university years and have a certain understanding of the structure of painting works.

I took out my notebook and pen and started observing and taking notes.

I discovered that the painting's supporting frame uses a special mortise and tenon structure. If a suitable fulcrum can be found, it might be possible to temporarily stabilize the situation.

My fingers gently caressed the frame of the painting, searching for the best point of contact.

I shared my ideas with the transportation team and made some bold protective suggestions, such as using soft materials to fill gaps and adding support at weak joints.

The seasoned transport workers looked at me with surprise and admiration as I diligently took notes and proposed these novel protection methods.

Just then, my phone vibrated again. This time, it was a text message from Gong Lin: "Qingqing, I've arrived. Where are you?"

Seeing Gong Lin's text message, my heart, which had been hanging in suspense, was slightly relieved.

After confirming my location with him, I continued the intense rescue work.

Sweat trickled down my forehead and soaked my collar, but I didn't notice at all.

I seemed to forget the time and my fatigue; all I could see was this precious painting.

After several hours of effort, we finally succeeded in reinforcing the painting's supporting structure, ensuring its safe transport to the exhibition venue.

I breathed a sigh of relief, and my tense nerves finally relaxed.

A feeling of relief washed over me. I felt weak all over, but a confident smile radiated from my face.

The tense atmosphere at the transportation site gradually dissipated, replaced by a relaxed atmosphere.

I looked up at the sky, and the afterglow of the setting sun bathed the earth in golden light.

I felt a wave of weariness wash over me; I still had a lot to do, and the preparations for the exhibition had only just begun.

Just then, I saw a familiar figure walking towards me from a distance.

Gong Lin wore a simple white shirt and black trousers, making him look exceptionally tall and straight.

He walked up to me and asked with concern, "Qingqing, are you alright?"

I shook my head and said with a smile, "It's nothing, I'm just a little tired."

Gong Lin looked at me with heartache and gently pulled me into her arms.

His embrace was warm and strong, making me feel incredibly safe.

I leaned on his shoulder, feeling his familiar scent, and all my fatigue vanished.

"Let me help you," Gong Lin said softly.

I nodded and walked with him toward the exhibition area.

Gong Lin helped me move some of the lighter exhibits, and his thoughtfulness touched me deeply.

I watched his busy figure, my eyes filled with love.

The afterglow of the setting sun shone on us, casting long shadows, and a warm atmosphere filled the air between us.

As night fell, the exhibition venue was brightly lit.

All the artworks arrived smoothly and setup has begun.

The exhibition gradually took shape, and the exquisite paintings shone brightly under the lights.

I stood in the center of the exhibition hall, looking around. Soft lights poured down, illuminating each carefully arranged painting.

Vibrant oil paintings, flowing ink wash paintings, and smooth-lined sketches...

Each piece seemed to come alive, shining brightly under the lights.

An indescribable sense of accomplishment welled up inside me, as if I were in a dreamlike art world.

"Qingqing, you're amazing!" Gong Lin walked up to me without me noticing. He gently took my hand in his warm, large hand, giving me strength and encouragement.

I turned to look at him, and his deep eyes gleamed with admiration, while a gentle smile curved his lips.

"You deserve some credit for all of this," I said softly, a warm feeling welling up inside me.

"Let's work together." Gong Lin's voice was deep and magnetic. His words were like a reassuring pill, making me even more determined.

I took a deep breath and scanned every corner of the exhibition hall again.

The placement of the artworks, the lighting arrangement, the atmosphere of the exhibition hall...

Everything was just right, perfectly showcasing the charm of art.

An atmosphere of excitement rose in the venue. I could almost foresee the grand opening of the exhibition, with a constant stream of visitors and exclamations of admiration...

However, just as I was basking in this joy, a sudden thought shattered my illusion.

“Wait a minute,” I suddenly stopped, my brow furrowing slightly, “It seems we haven’t made adequate preparations for publicity yet.”

Gong Lin also realized this problem. After a moment of contemplation, he said, "Indeed, publicity is crucial, as it directly affects the number of visitors to the exhibition and its final effect."

I nodded, a hint of worry rising in my heart.

This exhibition is very large. If the publicity is not in place, there may be very few visitors. Wouldn't all the previous efforts be in vain?

"We need to think of a way to attract more people to the exhibition," I muttered to myself, my gaze falling on a painting in front of me.

It was an abstract oil painting, with bright colors, bold lines, and full of vitality and tension.

Suddenly, a bold idea flashed through my mind.

I suddenly looked up, my eyes gleaming with excitement, and said to Gong Lin, "I have an idea..."

Just then, Qian Sanqiang rushed over, his face showing anxiety and his tone slightly flustered: "Miss Miao, something bad has happened..."