Ning Li got up.
Fu Niannian and Tang Yi looked at each other, and Qiqi gave Ning Li a thumbs up.
"Little Junior Sister is indeed the most powerful!"
After the news of Yan Qiu's illness and hospitalization spread, many people in the museum were actually ready to move.
After all, it is a rare opportunity to be Shen Zhijin's assistant.
Even if it is only temporary, it is enough to prove your excellence, and it will definitely add luster to this resume in the future.
But in the eyes of Fu Niannian and Tang Yi, Ning Li is of course the best choice.
The junior sister's scientific research ability is not to be said, the German is good, the personality is also low-key, calm, careful and rigorous.
There is more suitable than her!
Ning Li followed to Shen Zhijin's office.
Shen Zhijin cut to the chase:
"Ning Li, you also know about Yan Qiu's situation. He will need to be hospitalized for about a week. I hope you can temporarily take over his work during this time."
Ning Li didn't expect Shen Zhijin to actually choose her.
Shen Zhijin continued:
"I will personally handle some of the content, and the rest of the content that you are more familiar with or that can be covered by your ability will be distributed to you, so you don't have to worry about not being able to do it. In addition, within this time, I will follow the same rules as Yan Qiu. The standard, I will give you subsidies and rewards. You think about it."
Ning Li blinked.
As Fu Niannian and Tang Yi said, this is an opportunity that many people cannot even ask for.
But now, Shen Zhijin not only gave her the opportunity, but also specially offered "preferential conditions".
The corners of her lips curled up:
"Mr. Shen, so Senior Brother Yan Qiu and I get equal pay for equal work?"
Postgraduates and PhDs are all subsidized, the state provides a fixed portion, and the boss is free to make up for it.
Therefore, their overall monthly "salary" is still determined by the boss.
Based on Ning Li's understanding of Yan Qiu and the others, the subsidy Shen Zhijin gave was the highest in the whole hospital.
In addition, they often do projects and publish papers, and the few of them really have a small treasury.
Shen Zhijin also laughed when he heard the words, and the smile stretched out on Junxiu's bright and clean face.
"yes."
He handed out the sealed file.
Ning Li took it with both hands:
"Mr. Shen, don't worry, I will do my best during this time."
Shen Zhijin smiled lightly and nodded.
"Um."
In this way, Ning Li temporarily took over Yan Qiu's position and became Shen Zhijin's assistant.
Many people were envious when they found out, but they also knew that Ning Li did have this ability, so they could only feel that the one who could be favored by the boss was indeed the boss.
Although Ning Li is only a freshman, her scientific research ability is not weaker than that of Yan Qiu and the others. In addition, her German is also very good, so she got started quickly.
The tasks sent by Shen Zhijin, including translating materials, communicating with all parties, supervising and promoting the progress of various projects, etc., she has done impeccably.
Now, together with the last voices of doubt, they also dissipated.
This afternoon, Ning Li was in class when she received a message from Wei Songzhe.
[Wei Songzhe: Sister Li, your "Seventeenth Night" is going to be auctioned again?]
Ning Li was slightly taken aback.
"Seventeenth Night" was an oil painting she sold last year. It was auctioned off by a mysterious buyer at a price of 3.7 million.
All in all, a year and a half has passed.
If a painting that has already been sold appears on the market again, the most likely reason is that the original seller chose to auction it again.
This is actually a very normal situation, but for Ning Li, it is the first time.
—All her paintings that were successfully auctioned before have never been resold.
That's why Wei Songzhe contacted her immediately when this matter happened this time.
Ning Li glanced at the podium, put away her phone, got up quietly, and went out through the back door.
University classes are relatively free, not to mention the teachers in the School of Physics like Ning Li very much.
The professor who gave the lecture glanced at her, said nothing, and continued to lecture.
Ning Li walked out of the classroom, chose a quiet corner of the corridor, and called Wei Songzhe back.
Picked up there quickly.
"Sister Li?"
Ning Li asked directly:
"Where did you find out about this?"
Wei Songzhe said:
"A gallery. I passed by their door today, took their leaflet and looked at it, and saw your painting in the catalogue. I was still wondering, Sister Li, your painting was clearly published last year. It has already been sold, could it be that the previous buyer took it out and resold it?"
Ning Li pondered for a moment.
"I am also not certain."
In fact, she thinks not.
From her first painting "Kiss" to the present, in the past few years, all the paintings she sold were bought anonymously.
Although there is no evidence, she always has an inexplicable intuition in her heart: Those paintings should be collected by the same person.
And, very subtly, she felt that that person would not easily resell her paintings.
This feeling was inexplicable, even she couldn't explain it herself, how could she have such an idea.
But there is.
So when Wei Songzhe said that "Seventeenth Night" was going to be auctioned again, her first reaction was not to believe it.
She paused and asked:
"When will the painting auction of Yitang Gallery be held this time?"
"It will officially start tomorrow. I think they will hold this art exhibition for a week."
Yitang Gallery is quite famous in the capital, and the scale and specifications of the art exhibitions it holds are top-notch.
To put it simply, the gallery is responsible for collecting excellent paintings from all over the country and putting them together for exhibitions, attracting people from all walks of life to come to watch and appreciate them.
If you like it, you can ask for an auction.
The gallery will take a part of the transaction price of the painting as a commission, which is regarded as a middleman.
For many painters, it is already an extremely rare affirmation that their works can be selected by a gallery.
But because Ning Li had sold this painting before, she didn't know about the situation this time.
Ning Li said:
"I see."
Rongyue Mansion, the master bedroom.
Lu Huaiyu just woke up, half leaning against the head of the bed with his eyes closed, with a lazy posture.
Some messy black hair hangs down casually, and the line from the brow bone to the bridge of the nose is smooth and perfect.
He held his mobile phone and listened to the person opposite him.
For a moment, he opened his eyes.
"Seventeenth Night?"
His voice sounded hoarse, undisciplined and arrogant,
"That's fake."
Cheng Xiyue was surprised:
"How are you so sure?"
When he saw that the painting was about to be auctioned in a gallery, he was quite happy, so he made a special call to Lu Huaiyu.
Who knew that Lu Huai and Zhang Kou said it was fake.
Lu Huai and Lanlan said:
"It's really in my hand now, where did the second "Seventeenth Night" come from?"
Cheng Xiyue was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help saying:
"Then maybe you read it wrong, and the one in your hand is the fake one?"
Lu Huaihe laughed lightly.
"How could I admit my mistake."
(end of this chapter)