There were not many problems that could stump Qin Sheng. With Qin Sheng's help, the research that required a week was abruptly reduced to two days.
When Yu Bei saw it, he felt resentful.
Qin Sheng went through every department, but no one came to help him.
The next day, I don't know if Qin Sheng's conscience discovered that it was rare for Hong Yuan and Yu Bei to come to her if they had any problems.
Hong Yuan and Yu Bei were happy.
Qin Sheng was busy this day.
The two of them were still thinking about asking Qin Sheng to help them tomorrow. Unexpectedly, when Qin Sheng asked them to take away the documents, he raised his eyebrows and said, "I won't come to the company tomorrow."
Yu Bei: “…”
Hong Yuan: "..."
They were all stunned, no, not coming
Dare Qin Sheng come to help them with this day's work, just like the farewell meal that prisoners had before death in ancient times
Yu Bei held his breath and asked, "Boss, are you busy tomorrow?"
"Yeah." Qin Sheng nodded.
Yu Bei: "Will you come back the day after tomorrow?"
Qin Sheng tilted his head and thought for a moment, then replied: "It depends on the situation."
In other words, she will return to her previous state and may not come to the company even once a week.
Both Yu Bei and Hong Yuan understood the meaning of Qin Sheng's words. They both hesitated and did not try to keep Qin Sheng. After all, if they could persuade Qin Sheng, Qin Sheng would not be fooled. Almost a year of being a total hands-off shopkeeper.
They all didn't want to see Qin Sheng, "Boss, if we have something to do, let's go and do it."
When leaving Qin Sheng's office, Hong Yuan and Yu Bei looked at each other, and both could see their resentment.
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In fact, Qin Sheng said something was wrong and actually wanted to stay in the villa to rest. If she told the truth, Yu Bei and Hong Yuan would not let her go.
However, Wu Chuang, the president of the H City Painting Association, did not give Qin Sheng a chance to rest.
He smiled and asked: "Shengsheng, how many unsold paintings do you have on hand now? There is an art exhibition here in the Imperial Capital. The organizer has approved that I will send you to attend."
Qin Sheng's eyebrows were racing, she was about to draw again.
She pressed her sore eyebrows and answered truthfully, "No."
"How come there isn't even one?"
Qin Sheng asked, "What do you think?"
Wu Chuang remembered it, and he touched his nose guiltily. It seemed that as long as Qin Sheng had a painting, he would take it to the association and help her sell it, or send it to art exhibitions.
However, Qin Sheng didn't paint many paintings, less than twelve in almost a year.
Wu Chuang changed the subject, "Shengsheng, look, can you come up with another one in two days?"
For other painters, it is difficult to paint a good painting in two days.
But Wu Chuang knew that this was not difficult for Qin Sheng.
Qin Sheng coughed and said, "Can you not attend?"
Wu Chuang had already expected that Qin Sheng would say this, so he said what he had prepared earlier, "Shengsheng, this painting exhibition will have famous painters from all over the world tasting it, and Mr. Lu will also participate in the painting exhibition." , and if someone takes a fancy to your painting, it can be sold for tens of millions."
Wu Chuang knew that nothing else could attract Qin Sheng, but this money could still make Qin Sheng change his mind.
After his words fell, Qin Sheng agreed, "Okay."
Wu Chuang: "..."
Sure enough, I know you are a piss-poor.
After hanging up the call with Wu Chuang, Qin Sheng came to the studio specially opened for her by Fu Hanchuan after dinner.
(End of chapter)