Nan Yuan was about to leave, Wei Qiyou stepped forward and stood in front of him.
"Brother, can I tell you, Brother, for the sake of us running all the way, just take a look."
He opened the script and held it before his eyes.
"Just take a look, if you are not interested, we will not pester you."
Nan Yuan: "I'm not interested."
"..."
"No, don't wait to be perfunctory like this."
Wei Qiyou pointed to the words on the script, "Just take a look. It's really attractive. We won't pick you up if it's not attractive, and we won't come to you."
Nan Yuan pushed his glasses, raised his hand and pushed him away, "Don't get in the way, I'm very busy."
Yu Baran said: "Teacher Nanyuan, this script is very good. After reading the script, the first thing I thought of was you. Only you can add soul to it."
"Yup."
Wei Qiyou said, "It is about two children from birth to growing up, constantly wandering between despair and hope..."
"I'm not interested in this kind of bad street story routine."
Two people: "..."
Wei Qiyou was a little hot, he took off his mask, "Brother, this script is very delicate, and the same routine has different feelings."
Nan Yuan: "I'm not interested."
"..."
"No, brother, can you refuse in other words?"
"Will it work? I'm in a hurry."
"..."
Wei Qiyou couldn't help giving him a thumbs up, "Okay, you really do."
Nan Yuan frowned, obviously unhappy.
Yu Baran hurriedly pulled Wei Qiyou and asked him to pay attention.
He stepped forward and said, "Teacher Nanyuan, you go and work first, and we can talk after you are finished."
"No need."
Nan Yuan was expressionless, calm and stubborn.
Artists are more or less a bit weird, and they are all independent.
Nan Yuan refused even more directly, not even speaking euphemistically.
This makes the two very helpless.
Although he had prepared himself before he came, the difficulty was too great.
Seeing Nan Yuan leave, the two of them frowned at each other.
Wei Qiyou said: "Let's follow, and if it annoys him, he will compromise."
The corners of Yu Ba's mouth twitched.
Just listen to this person again: "Uncle Liu Huang is still looking at the thatched cottage, we refuse this time, and there is still a chance."
Even if there is no chance, create opportunities.
"If he doesn't agree, we will sleep in front of his house with the quilt on our back."
Yu Baran: Then you just wait for the security guard to release the dog.
The two followed Nanyuan all the way to the northern building.
There seems to be the VIP reception building of the art gallery.
At this time, Mo Luan and the curator were saying goodbye.
"Don't bother about dinner or something. I'm tight on time and will leave Jingsui City soon."
The curator said: "Then we will invite the eldest lady to have a meal and do our best as a landlord."
Mo Luan still wanted to refuse. Director Liu quickly said, "Miss, you must agree to the meal. No matter what, this reception must be provided."
The curator also said: "Yes, otherwise Old Su will definitely blame it."
Mo Luan chuckled, "That's all right."
Hearing her promise, their nervous emotions relaxed.
However, thinking of Zuo Qingxuan, Director Liu looked ugly again.
"Miss, I'm very sorry for what happened today, and we didn't expect her to suddenly--"
Mo Luanfeng's eyes contained a faint sarcasm, "Small scene."
The curator said: "It was our mistake, and Mr. Su should blame it. We will reorganize the art museum and hope that he will not separate the art museum."