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Chapter 86 The Studio
"Preparing for the dinner?" Xu Gang got up from the sofa in fright, patted his cheek and thought he was still in a dream.

"Are you awake now?"

Chen Yiqian is usually the most afraid of troubles, he always pushes off the entertainment if he can, but if he can't push it, he stays at the wine bureau for a short time, and leaves after the contract is finalized, without staying for a moment.

Chen Yiqian frowned, but because Shen Yao was by his side, he didn't have an attack, so he replied very patiently: "I'm very sober now, but I see that your mind is not so clear, it's already the end of the month, I don't mind Let you wake up when you see the pay slip."

Xu Gang shivered, and hurriedly changed the subject: "Mr. Chen, what do you want to ask for?"

"You and I have been to those banquets where several families communicate with each other, and we will do it according to that specification. The scope of banquets will be larger. If there is a reasonable reason, it would be better to invite a few media."

"Shen Baicheng and his wife, Hou Cuicui, brought along a puppy of Meng Gan. The three of them are specially invited."

Xu Gang found a small notebook from his jacket pocket, and wrote down Chen Yiqian's request carefully.

"The scale of the banquet needs to be large, and there are three people who need to be specially invited. I'm thinking of ordering another set of dresses for my wife. These are the main points. Do you have anything else to add, Mr. Chen?"

"Speed ​​up, send the invitation today, and it must be completed before Wednesday." Chen Yiqian finally added on the phone, "I know the time is too urgent and it's difficult for you. You should do your best. After this banquet is over, give You take a month off."

Xu Gang was overjoyed, and hurriedly responded: "You are polite, it is also my responsibility to share with you, it is just my job."

The two were about to hang up the phone, when Chen Yiqian suddenly remembered something, he glanced back at Shen Yao's position, and strode to the corner of the stairs.

"What is Meng Gan doing? Concentrate on organizing art exhibitions?"

Based on his understanding of Meng Gan, he is not someone who can sit peacefully on a chair and draw pictures, but he has been strangely calm recently.

Xu Gang hesitated for a moment, and reported to Chen Yiqian: "Mr. Chen, I have a lot of work on hand recently, so I don't pay much attention to it. However, Mr. Meng has been staying in the studio obediently recently and doesn't usually go out."

Chen Yiqian bent his index finger and tapped lightly on the handrail at the corner of the wall, and thoughtfully tapped the arc-shaped decoration at the bottom of the stairs: "It's okay, you do the banquet first, and I'll watch the rest. .”

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In the studio, discarded drawings, countless unformed drafts, and brushes randomly stuffed into the bucket almost filled the entire space.Human statues and plaster molds piled up quietly in the corner.

The gouache paint is meandering on the canvas, and sheets of artificially thickened raw-edged paper are gradually taking shape in Meng Gan's hands.

"Mr. Meng, are you there?"

Hearing the familiar voice, Meng Gan frowned, and the strength in his hand could not help but increase a bit, and the originally smooth paper also had a few more wrinkles at this time.

"What are you doing here?" He frowned and shouted towards the door, his tone full of impatience.

Jin Minghui at the door did not expect that it was already night, and Meng Gan's temper was still so strong, and his body tightened a little unconsciously: "Master Meng is worried that you are exhausted, so he asked me to come and see you. "

"Stop pressing that old man on me!"

Even though he said that, Meng Gan had no choice but to go to the door honestly and open the lock.

He supported the entire door frame with one hand, blocked the scene in the studio, and swept Jin Minghui back and forth with a grim expression.

"Is something wrong?"

There was some impatience in his voice, his tone was slightly hooked, coupled with a lazy look, his whole person was full of laziness.

Jin Minghui bent his waist unconsciously, and smiled at him: "Mr. Meng, Mr. Meng!"

Before Jin Minghui could say the second half of the sentence, Meng Gan directly closed the door. Now his time is precious, and he has no time to follow him and talk nonsense.

"Hey!" Jin Minghui stuffed his arm directly into the door frame, blocking Meng Gan's movement to close the door. "There are other things related to Mrs. Chen!"

Meng Gan paused as he closed the door, and suddenly realized Jin Minghui's address to Shen Yao, and was so angry that he wanted to pinch Jin Minghui's arm off with the door frame.

What kind of Mrs. Chen is she?

His complexion was so thick that it was almost dripping ink. He was so angry that he gritted his teeth and opened the door to Jin Minghui again, and two words came out of his mouth: "You say."

"Uh, Mr. Meng, look, why don't we go in and talk?"

Meng Gan turned sideways slightly, revealing the studio behind him, and said in his mouth, "Pay attention to your step, if you step on a piece of paper, I will break your leg."

Jin Minghui immediately stood on tiptoe, feeling a lot of awe towards the papers spread out on the floor, and even carefully avoided the crumpled waste manuscripts, for fear of angering the Living Hades in front of him again.

His eyes looked around at the paintings on the wall. Most of them were works that had won various awards in China. There was only one medium-sized painting hanging in the center of the wall, with a picture of a safety button painted on it.

The pattern, coloring, and even the crack at one end are all vivid, as if the safety buckle is in front of him, but he seems to have never seen Meng Gan use this painting to participate in the competition.

He didn't dare to look any further, he hurriedly looked away, and accidentally saw a few pieces of white paper that were being laid out on Meng Gan's canvas, on which were two small figures, a man and a woman, painted with gouache.

"What are you looking at?" Meng Gan's voice came faintly from behind Jin Minghui, he trembled unconsciously, and quickly denied, "It's nothing, I didn't see anything."

Meng Gan lowered his eyelids, found an interlining cloth to cover the easel, and led Jin Minghui to the lounge behind: "The water will not be poured, and you can leave right away after you finish talking about Shen Yao."

"No, today I suddenly received an invitation from Mr. Chen, saying that he wants to invite me to a banquet or a special seat."

Meng Gan took out the lighter from his pocket, lit the cigarette casually, and gradually became clearer: "Chen Yiqian, are you invited to the meeting?"

The surname Chen has never been happy to engage in this kind of thing, why did he suddenly change his gender and want to hold a banquet today?

"That's right, I'm also confused. Normally, the invitations are sent out about a week in advance, but Mr. Chen is pressing hard, so I'll let you be there next Tuesday."

In such a hurry?
There was some inquiry in Meng Gan's expression. He pressed the cigarette butt out of his mouth with the tip of his tongue, looked at Jin Minghui who was standing in the distance with narrowed eyes, and suddenly asked, "Are you familiar with Shen Baicheng's family?"

Jin Minghui swallowed his saliva, he didn't expect Meng Gan to turn up the old score at this time, he still remembers the ruthlessness when he directly hit Shen Baicheng last time.

Jin Minghui shook his head hastily, and hurriedly said: "Not familiar, not familiar, we don't know each other very well at all."

The cloud and mist that came out of Meng Gan's mouth blocked them in front of them, and the expressions on each other were not very clear. Jin Minghui looked at the corners of Meng Gan's lips that seemed to be raised a little, and murmured in his heart.

I don't know if Boss Xiao Meng is angry or not, let's see if he can let him go for Mr. Meng's sake.

(End of this chapter)