Chapter 407

Song Fengwan was surprised to see the words on the invitation.

Gao Xue is going to hold a personal exhibition? This is the dream of every designer, she holds the gold medal of Heming cup, naturally a large number of people are willing to hold her.

The prize is too high.

"Uncle Yan, are you going to see it?"

"Are you interested?" Yan Wangchuan is beating the steering wheel. The traffic in the capital is really hard to say and it's extremely congested.

"She is our teacher." Because she is an acquaintance, she must be more curious. "Before I came to Beijing to make up lessons, she was the teacher of the tutorial class and taught me."

"In fact, there are a lot of really talented people who didn't take part in the competition and are indifferent to fame and wealth."

Song Fengwan was curious, "for example?"

"Your uncle and my senior brothers."

"What else?"

"Your cousin, he has talent and is taught and enlightened by the master himself. Naturally, he is not bad."

"Are you still there?" Song Fengwan said with a smile.

Yan Wangchuan coughs. Is this girl teasing him? In front of him, he dared to say everything. He remembered that Song Feng was afraid of him before he was late.

"If you want to see the exhibition, I can arrange a time to accompany you."

"This is on the weekend, OK." Song Fengwan is also curious about what Gao Xue's works will look like.

"I went to your Dean's office in the morning and heard that your school was holding a design competition. Didn't you participate?" Yan Wangchuan asked, because all the design drafts will be photographed and rubbinged into parts, the names of the students will be hidden and distributed to several authoritative teachers of the Academy of fine arts for evaluation.

Liu Hong is one of them.

He is also the president of the Academy of fine arts. Naturally, he has a list of entries in his hand. It's just that he can't match his works. Unless he has taught, he has a distinctive style of writing.

"I originally designed a picture, but I didn't think it was very good, so I gave up."

"Why?"

Song Fengwan smiles and doesn't say why.

Yan Wangchuan looked at her with his spare light.

As a designer, he naturally knows that in her early stage of painting, she always imitates others by reference. If she always imitates one person, the style of painting is confined, and it is difficult to break through and show her own characteristics.

She's just a freshman, and I'm afraid she's at this stage.

This needs to be tackled by ourselves, and no one else can help.

**

The two arrived at the restaurant. After ordering, they were a little worried because they were at the peak of the meal and served slowly.

At this time, suddenly a few suits and shoes came over, across a certain distance, they called out, "general manager Yan!"

Song Fengwan turned around and saw that a group of people in their 40s and 50s came quickly, with a very flattering smile on their faces.

There were only two of them. They didn't go to any box. In addition, there were screens between every position in this restaurant, which didn't interfere with each other and had good privacy.

"I said that you asked me to introduce the restaurant, but you didn't want to have dinner with us. This is accompanied. This is..."

Yan Wangchuan did not take song Fengwan to attend public occasions. These people are not from Nanjiang, so they have never met her.

I'm afraid I won't be able to identify myself and say the wrong thing.

He is well-known in the circle for being clean and honest. We all know that he married Qiao laoqianjin, but he also has a cheap daughter. According to his identity, it's OK to find any kind of daughter. It's always a pity for him.

"My daughter." Yan Wangchuan's generous introduction.

"It's a thousand gold. It's so beautiful. Did you go to college?" Several people immediately began official boasting.

"Mr. Yan, we have a box in it. Would you like to sit in it with Ling Qianjin?"

"No Yan Wangchuan had few words and was not good at social intercourse. When he finished speaking, he stopped talking.

It's embarrassing to make a few people stand there.

"Then you stay with your daughter, and we'll come out to toast you later." A few people finish, slightly embarrassed left.

Song Fengwan looked at the person opposite him, "Uncle Yan, do you offend people when you socialize like this?"

"So I never socialize. I've turned them down several times. They came by themselves." Yan Wangchuan took it for granted, "this is the organizer of the design station at the weekend, who has always invited me to see the exhibition."

In fact, their ideas are very clear. Yan Wangchuan seldom attends the activities and has a high reputation in the industry. If he can attend, it will be a publicity stunt.

"Isn't social intercourse very normal?" Song Fengwan only remembers that song Jingren used to have five or six parties in one night.

"It's OK to talk business in the office. Why bring a wine table?" Yan Wangchuan asked.

Song Fengwan is speechless this time.

After serving, Yan Wangchuan made song Fengwan eat faster.

The group of people obviously wanted to make up with Yan Wangchuan. Naturally, they would not miss the slightest chance. Half of their meal, someone came over with drinks.

"I'll go to the bathroom." Song Fengwan is not suitable for this kind of occasion, and a group of middle-aged uncles might as well slip away first.

Yan Wangchuan frowns, this girl

His expression is scarce, and his mouth is stupid. He is not sociable. When he says that he is toasting with him, it's basically that group of people chatting in embarrassment. The scene was very embarrassing for a time.

"Mr. Yan, if you drive later, don't drink. I've done it. You can do it at will."

Yan Wangchuan looked at him and said nothing.

Song Fengwan had been hiding on one side for a while.

I find that if you socialize with such people, you may drink yourself to death. He won't persuade you.

It's too tiring to socialize with such stupid people.

**

Song Fengwan takes advantage of the gap between going to the bathroom to make a phone call with Fu Chen.

She didn't know how to talk with Fu Chen so much that she couldn't finish. She looked at the time and said, "no, I have to go out. I guess the uncles have gone."

"Well, come to school and talk to me." Fu Chen is also really depressed.

After Fu Sinian and Yu Manxi, the old lady called him and kept saying that she was going to hold her great granddaughter. What else did she say

"Third, you're going to have a granddaughter!"

Fu Chen really wanted to hang up.

As soon as song Fengwan hung up the phone and went out, he saw a woman standing beside Yan Wangchuan.

If you don't know anyone, it's OK.

It's snow.

She was also wearing the same suit as she was in class. She was generous and decent, holding a wine glass and smiling at Yan Wangchuan.

"Mr. Yan, I always see the styles of your Yan's every year. They are really beautiful, and you have always been the idol of many people in the industry. I love you..."

Song Fengwan held his arms in his hands and stood not far away, watching quietly.

"It's my first time to hold a personal design exhibition. I really hope to get your criticism and correction?"

"I still have a lot of design drawings on hand. If it's convenient, can I ask you something?"

Speaking of this, song Fengwan is a fool.

Is this still miss gao who taught her? Her impression of Gao Xue in the tutorial class is not good, and now it's even worse.

What is private consultation? It's about meeting Yan Wangchuan with her!

In the adult world,

This is a disguised invitation.

It's all about Yan Wangchuan's hidden rules!

Can society still play like this?

Around a few men, looked at each other, naturally also heard the meaning of the words, just smile did not break it.

Song Fengwan didn't go there. He wanted to see how Yan Wangchuan would deal with this situation. Gao Xue was pretty good-looking. When he started teaching, he had a long discussion in the school forum, saying that he was a "beautiful teacher".

Yan Wangchuan glanced at Gao Xue lightly, "the design is very private. You and I don't know each other. It's not convenient to ask me."

"Before you went to Beijing University to recruit people, I also signed up, but I didn't choose..."

Gao Xue bites her teeth. In fact, she wants to ask why Yan Shi came to the school to recruit people. She found a senior student, one of whom is studying for a master's degree, but she didn't like her. Is her work so bad?

Yan Wangchuan glanced at her and said directly:

"That means you're not qualified."

Gao Xue's face turned white with a brush.

Song Fengwan stood not far away and saw all this in his eyes.

Sure enough, it didn't change. The expression was rare and silent, but

If you open your mouth, you can poison people!

The snow is also silly, look at him like this, also know that you can not touch, but also up together, abused it.

"Well, let's go back. Don't disturb Mr. Yan." Several people watched Yan Wangchuan's oil and salt not enter, and even toasted him, without any warm words.

And the atmosphere is really awkward at the moment.

They won the gold medal of Heming cup. Don't you think they are qualified?

It's arrogant.

It's true that people in the circle say that he's a tough dog.

"Miss Gao, let's go." Someone pulled the snow.

This snow also don't know is intentionally or unintentionally, the cup in the hand didn't end steady, half a cup of wine directly sprinkled on Yan Wangchuan.

People were surprised.

Gao Xue's face turned white with fright. "Mr. Yan, I'm so sorry. I'll wipe it for you." When she said that, she didn't care whether to take a tissue or a handkerchief, and extended her hand to Yan Wangchuan

Song Fengwan was stunned.

Get started?

This suffocating operation!