Assistant Song stood in the spacious and bright hall.
He said very officially: "Sorry, Mr. Su is unwell. I decline any invitations during this time."
When the curator heard this, he hurriedly said, "What's the matter with Mr. Su? Isn't it a serious problem?"
"It's some old problems."
As he was talking, coughing came from the upper floor.
Assistant Song didn't panic at all, because he knew that Su Lao's drama was ill again.
The cough was loud, and the curator heard it on the other side of the phone.
"Let Su Lao take a good rest and take care of your body first."
Assistant Song gave a hum, planning to hang up the phone with a few polite words, coughing from the upper floor.
The old man in the ink-colored coat appeared at the stairs.
He held on to the railing, coughing and said to Assistant Song: "I have accepted the invitation letter, and then the eldest lady will go there for me."
Assistant Song was stunned.
"Miss?"
"Correct."
"Old Su, Miss She..."
We can't contact her now, so why let her go?
The curator said: "Miss is..."
Assistant Song said: "I am Su Lao's granddaughter and the only student of Su Lao, who has won the true biography of Su Lao."
As soon as the curator heard this, he was very excited. Su Lao didn't come, and it would be nice for the eldest lady to come.
The eldest lady's identity is there, and listening to Assistant Song's words, she is also very accomplished in art.
After all, it is Su Lao's granddaughter and the only student.
"Assistant Song, we will definitely make preparations in advance to meet the eldest lady."
Yes, Assistant Song's mouth twitched, "The curator, our eldest lady..."
Old Su angrily said: "Let her go."
Assistant Song was helpless, and Mr. Su began to be self-willed again.
After conveying Su Lao's meaning to the curator, the two hung up.
Assistant Song said: "Old Su, where are we going to find Missy."
"If you release the news, you say I'm dying."
Assistant Song: "..."
If this news is released, the entire art world must not be a sensation.
"Old Su, let's not trouble others."
Song Zhu thought for a moment and said, "I remember that the eldest lady left me with a contact information, saying that she would use this contact if it was urgent."
When Mr. Su heard this, he said angrily: "Then you still don't hurry to contact her!"
He said too quickly and was choked by his own saliva to a "cough cough" cough.
Assistant Song said: "But the eldest lady said that unless it is an important thing, it can only be used for very urgent things..."
Old Su: "Old man, I'm dying, and I'll be dead as soon as I close my eyes. Isn't it important?"
"……Fine."
the other side.
After the curator hung up the phone, the smile on his face remained for a long time.
Director Liu hurriedly said: "Director, you were talking on the phone with Su Lao's assistant just now?"
"Yes, I originally wanted to invite Su Lao to visit the Art Museum, but unfortunately, he was not ill and couldn't come."
The curator said, “However, Mr. Su arranged for his granddaughter to come over. That eldest lady is the only student of Mr. Su. Listening to Assistant Song’s tone, she is quite accomplished in art.”
Director Liu's eyes widened with excitement, and he slapped his thigh, "That's great. Aren't we going to hold a promotion test in our museum, let the eldest lady be the selection teacher."
"That's what I planned."
The curator said, "You hurry up to make arrangements and get ready to meet the eldest lady in advance."
"Good."
Director Liu said, "I'll make arrangements now. If Qingxuan is chosen by Miss, it would be great."
Su Lao is the old president of the World Art Association. Although he is now retired, his contacts are still there.