"It's okay." Wu Zhou was relieved when he heard this introduction.
"Well, thank you Fifth Brother." Wang Nan said seriously.
"You don't have to be polite to Wu Xiucai. The worst thing you can do is pay your salary and then treat him." Zhao Yingjun somewhat understood Wang Nan. He had also been transferred to Jinling.
"That's right, then that will be the best reward." Wu Zhou looked forward to it.
"Okay." Wang Nan agreed simply.
"That's it, no problem." Zhao Yingjun patted Wang Nan on the shoulder.
"Let's go back." Wu Zhou pulled the two of them and made way for the guests behind him.
"Weird." Wu Hai muttered again.
"Don't understand?" Yuan Zhou suddenly asked.
"I understand, but I disagree." Wu Hai shook his head.
"Oh." Yuan Zhou nodded and went back to cooking again.
Wu Hai was a little dazed while waiting, remembering the previous call, the call from Zheng Jiawei.
"Xiao Hai, how have you been these past two days?" Zheng Jiawei's gentle voice came from the other end of the phone.
You can still faintly hear your sister Wu Lin complaining dissatisfiedly, "Why are you so gentle? Run back and enjoy the blessings."
"Not bad, what's wrong?" Wu Hai held his cell phone and lazily reminisced about the delicious breakfast.
"The painting is sold, the deputy main exhibition and the second painting are also sold." Zheng Jiawei was silent for a moment and said tentatively.
"All sold?" Wu Hai sat up, his back straight and his face serious.
"Yes, that copy of "The Return of All Beings" costs 1.05 million more than "Qingli"." Zheng Jiawei said in more detail this time.
"Who bought it?" Wu Hai frowned, feeling a little unhappy for some reason.
"The person we were talking about a few days ago, Xiaohai, you have met." Zheng Jiawei explained the identity of the person who bought the painting in detail.
"Okay, I understand." Wu Hai hung up the phone immediately after hearing this.
"Dead?" Wu Lin looked at Zheng Jiawei who looked helpless.
"Well, it doesn't sound very happy." Zheng Jiawei said, still a little worried.
"Come on, he wants to sell it himself, it's none of your business." Wu Lin came to Zheng Jiawei's side, holding his hand and comforting him.
"Actually, I can see that Xiaohai doesn't want to sell it, but I don't know why he sold it again." Zheng Jiawei sighed.
"It's fickle." Wu Lin didn't care. She knew that if Wu Hai didn't want to sell, there would be no way out in the end. Now she wanted to comfort her boyfriend even more.
"Linlin, let's go, I'll take you to dinner." Zheng Jiawei was comforted by Wu Lin and came back to his senses. He took Wu Lin's slender hand, stood up and said.
"Yes." Wu Lin stood up obediently and let Zheng Jiawei lead her away.
The young couple here were having a sweet time, but Wu Hai had a dissatisfied look on his face.
After hanging up the phone, Wu Hai started to be in a daze, thinking of his paintings.
At the time of this exhibition, Wu Hai did not have a theme at first. It was only after spending a long time in Yuanzhou's shop that he painted this theme painting.
This painting is very interesting. By the way, Wu Hai studied oil painting.
At first glance, there is only a small shop without a sign in the painting. With the small shop as the center, there are many small dots scattered out. However, if you look closely, you will find that these are people. If you look closely, you will find these seemingly vague people. But they all carry their own emotions, just like real people, fully equipped with joy, anger, sorrow and joy.
In the small shop, Yuan Zhou was standing out. He was busy in the kitchen. He looked like a rigorous master with superb cooking skills. Next to the curved long table was Mu Xiaoyun with twin ponytails. Looking at her, he felt a sense of happiness. The breath comes out spontaneously.
The guests sitting inside were eating, Wu Hai himself, and old diners were among them. Anyone who was familiar with it would be able to recognize it at a glance, even if Wu Hai didn't draw his appearance at all.
At the door, there is a conspicuous sign not littering, a boxer covered in scars is walking in, an old woman with gray hair, a strange man walking around Yuanzhou's shop, and a queue of people waiting to maintain order. Four tall, short, fat and thin people.
Of course, there is also a beautiful woman in the painting. This woman only has a side face, and she looks very gentle and elegant. She stands quietly waiting and complements the dark night.
These multiple elements make up this oil painting. The whole painting looks extremely harmonious. Everyone who looks at the painting will unconsciously assume the role of one of the characters, giving people a feeling of warmth, happiness, or joy.
"Sold like this in two months, tsk." Wu Hai sounded like he was complaining, but he was also unwilling to do so.
As for the other picture, Wu Hai feels even more dissatisfied when he thinks about it.
This one shows the back of a woman. Just from the back, you can tell that she is a very beautiful woman.
This woman was the reason why Zheng Jiawei called specifically to inform her.
"Forget it, let's eat first." As soon as Wu Hai came to his senses, it was Yuanzhou's lunchtime business hours, so he got up and went directly to Yuanzhou's store.
Because of these things that happened, Wu Hai's face turned ugly without him knowing it.
"What's wrong? Did you eat paint?" Yuan Zhou looked at Wu Hai's face and asked naturally.
"Eat paint?" Wu Hai didn't respond.
"You made your own rainbow-colored meals again." Yuan Zhou's tone was questioning, but his words were affirmative.
"That's art." Wu Hai declared solemnly, stroking his mustache.
"Performance art or ****?" Yuan Zhou is still very fashionable.
"A painter, a painter's art has no artistic qualities at all." Wu Hai was speechless.
"Oh, I still like cooking." Yuan Zhou said lightly.
As they chatted, Wu Hai's complexion improved a lot. Yuan Zhou wouldn't answer every sentence. After all, he was really busy during lunch time, and Wu Hai was not someone who needed to chat all the time.
"Your meal." Zhou Jia served the meal, and the conversation between the two ended.
Rather than chatting, Wu Hai prefers to taste delicious food alone, which is the best reward for his paintings.
For every frequent customer, Yuan Zhou basically remembers their characteristics, and the most important thing is their taste, but Yuan Zhou has never mentioned these.
From now on, the shop is running normally every day. Yuan Zhou would normally be unhappy at the end of every month. Of course he would not be happy to go to the tax bureau to cut meat, even if there are systematic red envelopes as part of the subsidy, but this time is an exception. Today is The time to announce the new issue of Food Map.
The time announcement was quite accurate. As soon as the breakfast business hours ended, Yuan Zhou sat on the chair and waited silently.
Of course, in order to ensure the success of his mission, Yuanzhou still made a lot of efforts secretly, such as publicity by others and asking about how to become a landmark gourmet store.
This is not considered propaganda. Yuanzhou happily asked Mengmeng directly on Weibo. This idea was basically known to everyone in Sima Zhao's mind.
Fortunately, Yuan Zhou's efforts paid off.
The system displays: "Congratulations to the host for completing the mission."
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ps: I'm sorry, I'm really sleepy. I have to go to work tomorrow. Caimao has written down all the outstanding chapters in a small notebook. Caimao will make up for all the arrears of the alliance leaders. Please don't worry. (.)