After transmigrating, I became a mother of three?!

Lu Yun on the other end of the phone remained silent for a while, simply listening quietly.

Only after Tang Min had truly calmed down did she ask, "So, do you remember now?"

Tang Min shook her head, "No," her tone extremely aggrieved.

I'm sorry, Master, I'm not actually your disciple.

Tang Min only dared to say these words silently in her heart.

She cannot tell her master the truth until the real Tang Min returns.

"I'm going back to China tomorrow. Tell me honestly about your current skill level."

Lu Yun remained silent for a moment before making her decision.

Tang Min's eyes widened in disbelief that her master had agreed to her so readily.

"Mmm, thank you, Master! Waaah, Master! Waaah!"

It was as if the memories belonging to Tang Min's body had returned, and tears welled up in Tang Min's eyes again, and she couldn't help but cry.

"It's okay, why are you crying? You'll be back to normal after a little practice, okay? Don't cry."

Lu Yun patiently comforted Tang Min.

In her opinion, a calligrapher's talent and hard work each account for half of his success. Tang Min has enough talent. Although she has amnesia, the physical memory from practicing calligraphy for a long time should still be there. It's just that the child has become insecure because of her own body.

But Lu Yun was actually a little troubled about how to recover from this situation.

It started from the very basics, having her directly copy her latest work.

"Okay, Master, please let me know when you arrive tomorrow, and I'll pick you up from the airport."

"Well, okay~"

Tang Min, still caught up in her emotions after hanging up the phone, continued to sob.

Hearing the commotion outside, Zeng Yunchen rushed into the office and saw Tang Min slumped over the table. He immediately ran over and patted her back repeatedly, wondering why she was crying so sadly.

"Art museums need reform, they absolutely must be reformed!"

Tang Min suddenly clenched her fists and shouted loudly.

Zeng Yunchen was startled by Tang Min's sudden passion and turned his head to look at her.

"what happened?"

"The art museum can't survive solely on my artwork, otherwise I'd be exhausted..."

Zeng Yunchen then understood what Tang Min was worried about and couldn't help but laugh.

Through this experience, Minmin should learn a lot and understand the principle that "you can't put all your eggs in one basket".

"Since we're not going to let those bad guys hold art exhibitions anymore, why don't we bring back those people who held exhibitions before and see if they have anything useful to them?"

Tang Min mumbled something under her breath.

Some of those who worked with her before were probably struggling to find their work recognized, and perhaps those people have gained some fame by now.

Without further ado, Tang Min rummaged through a pile of documents, preparing to find all the previous materials and filter them to see who could use them.

"It seems we'll have to have Lin Mu come again in the next few days."

Tang Min could understand the information in her hand, but she was not familiar with it at all.

Some of them looked familiar, but she had no memory of them at all, so it was all for nothing.

I hope Lin Mu can help if he has time.

Do you want me to come with you?

Zeng Yunchen vaguely heard Tang Min mention Lin Mu's name and couldn't help but look at her, wondering if he could help Minmin.

"Oh, no need, you go and take care of your work."

Tang Min lowered her head and spoke weakly.

She dared not let Zeng Yunchen stay here indefinitely; if the company needed to find him and couldn't, she would be in deep trouble.

Zeng Yunchen remained silent, his hopes dashed, and he felt a slight sense of disappointment.

Actually, it's not a big deal for Minmin to rely on him occasionally.

However, he was unwilling to interfere in Minmin's affairs, so he could only wait until Minmin could see that there was someone by her side, waiting to answer her call at any time.

Ring ring ring

The sound of the phone made the two of them look in the same direction at the same time.

Seeing that it wasn't her phone, Tang Min looked away and continued burying herself in the pile of documents.

"Hey, what's wrong?"

"Mr. Zeng, I've finished investigating the matter you asked me to investigate and have sent it to your email."

"understood"

It didn't seem like a particularly valuable phone call, but Zeng Yunchen opened a section of his phone and patiently looked at it.

These art museums are similar to Minmin's approach, focusing on architectural style and marketing.

The difference is that Minmin's museum has a signature work, "Gentle Breeze," while other museums have a more varied collection.

It seems like he sells the works of whoever holds an exhibition there.

Putting everything else aside, the introduction to the work and its background is presented in a very detailed and logical manner, which seems rather like empty talk.

In comparison, Minmin's art museum's advantage lies in "Qingfeng," so it seems that the only solution is to bring "Qingfeng" out of seclusion.

However, this is also Minmin's biggest disadvantage. Once "Qingfeng" stops producing new works, it will directly affect the museum's performance, which is the problem Minmin is currently facing.

Minmin's concerns are valid, but if we want to reform, we must first ensure the survival of the art museum. It's a long and arduous task.

Ring ring ring

The bell rang urgently again, but neither of them moved.

Tang Min assumed it was Zeng Yunchen's phone, but Zeng Yunchen was engrossed in his phone and didn't pay any attention.

Ring ring ring

Ring ring ring

Tang Min was annoyed by the ringing phone. She frowned and shouted, "Zeng Yunchen, your phone is ringing!"

Zeng Yunchen looked at Tang Min innocently, "Minmin, she's yours."

what?

Tang Min finally raised her head and looked at the source of the sound, then lowered her head in embarrassment.

Okay, it's his.

"sorry"

"fine"

"Hey, Tang Min!"

"what happened?"

I was startled by the loud shouting on the other end of the phone as soon as I received the call.

What's wrong with Hua Manyan? She's never heard her speak so loudly before.

How are you feeling? Are you alright?

During her break, Hua Manyan originally intended to relax and read some entertainment news, but instead she saw the notice from Qingfeng Art Museum.

Goodness, the comments below are absolutely appalling, with all sorts of things being said.

Some say Tang Min is fake compassion, some say she is untrustworthy, and others say she is two-faced.

In short, there were all sorts of opinions.

Hua Manyan couldn't help but retort using her alternate account, and was immediately attacked by those people.

Her comment already has dozens of negative comments, not to mention the rest of the comment section.

Worried that these negative comments would affect Tang Min's mood, she quickly left the room and called Tang Min.

"Oh, about this."

To Hua Manyan's surprise, Tang Min remained calm and even began to comfort her.

"Oh dear, people can't control what they say, so stop looking, I'm fine."

When I received Hua Manyan's call, I thought she had something urgent to tell me.

Upon hearing this, Tang Min continued flipping through the documents in her hand as if nothing had happened, nodding as she read.

This one should be okay, let's put it aside for now.

"Are you really okay?"

"It's really nothing. I expected this to happen when I sent it out."

Well, it seems she was just too nervous.

However, Tang Min's foresight and composure still brought Hua Manyan some comfort.

Minmin is growing up a lot too.

"Oh, by the way, there's something I wanted to tell you."

"What is it?"

"Master is coming back tomorrow, will you come with me to pick her up?"

"Okay, I'll make tomorrow free."

Hua Manyan agreed without hesitation.