Rebirth Business Woman: Major General, You Have Lost Again

  Chapter 687 Bo Ling's Talent

  This kind of artistic exchange in M ​​country also made it quite casual. It was not as grand and formal as in China. In the lobby of the office building, separated a few seals and posted a brand name to mark it.

  Wu Hua was obviously accustomed to this kind of occasion. After pulling the crowd on the scene, he ran to the smoking area to be happy and happy, and completely freed them.

  So when a group of important officials and the ambassador surrounded him, he knew that his students were in trouble as soon as they entered the venue and they would PK on the spot.

   "The teacher doesn't seem to be worried at all." Qin Qing heard the faint smell of smoke and alcohol on the other person's body. Knowing what this person was doing just now, she couldn't help asking with some curiosity.

  This group of students from Country X can occupy the middle of the door, and the person in charge behind it must be very powerful. Fortunately, this person can still walk over and sit next to her as a transparent person.

"It's okay, Junsen must have negotiated the conditions. The better the position of this kind of art booth, the more expensive it is. We generally don't pay for it." Wu Hua slapped his mouth while explaining, obviously because the addiction has not passed yet, thinking The money saved can be spent a lot of time away, and I am in a good mood: "So every time we enter the venue, as long as our president puts on a stinky face, someone will come to the booth. Don’t pack your stuff, it’s here. Wait, we will change the venue later."

  Wu Hua's words made Qin Qing a little bit dumbfounded. After a long time of trouble, it turned out that this episode was all double-action.

  The black man is also the main force in the art department, and he is good at oil painting. Soon, he brought dozens of bags of things, big and small, and the posture was very interesting.

  Biling also chose oil painting, adjusted the color wheel neatly and started to paint. When the canvas was filled, the black students just started to paint.

  While surprised by the speed of Bering’s hand, the sceneries of the suburbs of Los Angeles presented on the canvas were a big blow to the black contestants, and they nodded directly to admit defeat.

After that, Boling’s paintings were sold to a local wealthy businessman on the spot, and the other party also said with emotion, “You must love this place so much. It took a long time to live here to capture such a beautiful picture. I think the price is far Not as good as your love for Los Angeles."

  After chanting, the businessman left with a picture like a baby, and everyone in the student union behind him couldn't help but laugh.

"Haha, if he knows that this is just a casual look at Bai Ling's drawing, he will definitely feel sorry for the thirty thousand dollars he spent." Wu Hua clutched his stomach and laughed out of nowhere, seeing the doubtful look of the girl beside him. , He restrained a little, "Oh, you don't know yet, Boling has the gift of remembering images instantly. As long as it is any kind of picture, it will be stored in his mind every time he has seen it, and the details are not bad. This This kind of talent has made her accomplished in painting, and it is even more amazing at the gaming table."

  Qin Qing thought that Xiang Le’s quick calculation eyesight was exaggerated enough, and never thought that Bai Ling had similar abilities. One is to be able to quickly guess the opponent's card change on the court, and the other is to remember the order of the cards. There is no doubt that Qin Wan has collected a strong team from the people.

After    smoothly transferred to the middle booth, Wu Hua resumed his role as a teacher and used his communicative skills to attract a lot of sponsorship.

   "Hey, Huo, you are as smart as you always are. There are always idiots who get into your trap." The neighbor who flicked the black brother just said hello to Huo Junsen.

  "Long time no see." Huo Junsen, as the president, joined the diplomatic ranks in due course, chatting with his white friends on both sides of the line.

"Hey, I heard that the ambassador of the Palace will also come over today. He likes Chinese culture very much recently. You can seize the opportunity." Asked Huo Junsen for a copybook, but the latter tactfully refused.

  As soon as he turned around, Huo Huli convened a small meeting.

  "Calligraphy? I haven't learned this. I was still writing English for the first two years. My Chinese characters are similar to those of a dog."

  "There are more calligraphy in China Mainland. My dad asked the teacher to teach me for a few days in private, but it was too difficult."

  ……For students living in Macau, it is more convenient to write Portuguese than Chinese characters, and calligraphy is even rarer.

  Finally, a few people were selected and tried a few words with the canvas, and the effect was just ordinary.

   "Hey, don't I remember Qin Qing's writing is pretty, why don't you ask her?" Xiang Le looked for a long time, and suddenly reached out and touched Huo Junsen.

  The latter was startled, then looked at the girl’s hollow eyes, frowning her brows inaudibly, "Forget it, just for a rainy day. I'll see the situation later."

  Xiang Le shrugged and said nothing, and ran to get sponsorship.

  At the end of the event, there was still a lot of people in the venue, as if they had received any news, and the crowd did not disperse for a long time. When the evening sun shone through the gate of the embassy, ​​and the crystal chandelier above the hall turned on its bright lights, an extended motorhome finally arrived late.

At first sight, three or five bodyguards in the car escorted a figure down. Everyone in the hall consciously divided a road. Some even tidied up the instrument. The moment the man walked in, he showed a flattering look. Smile.

   "Mr. Hans, you are welcome to take time out of your busy schedule. The road is hard." The person in charge of the embassy stepped forward and stretched out his hand cordially.

"Don't be too polite. Recently, the White Palace wants to hold a banquet for foreign guests. I am looking for an outstanding young art team to participate in the performance." The man responded gently and politely. He was only in his early thirties, but He has visited many countries on behalf of Country M and has promoted multi-party cooperation agreements. He is currently a rising star in the political arena of Country M.

  Hearing to find a performance team for the White Palace and the Palace, the teachers from various universities and colleges who came to the exhibition today rushed forward to hand out business cards.

  "Won't the teacher go?" Qin Qing felt that the people around her were not moving, and even the rhythm of breathing was a little hesitant, so she asked.

"Haha, have you forgotten our identities? Bai, a place like the palace, without the above instructions, can't act rashly." Wu Hua squeezed a smile stiffly, looking at his lonely student, his heart was too feel bad. What they are doing behind the scenes is hard to see, going in and out of the White House, and important occasions such as the palace will definitely be investigated for their wealth and background first. They dare not gamble, nor can they afford to gamble.

However, "I heard that there is a Macau team here." Hans's voice rang out from the crowd, and after a while, he saw the road parting again, and the man in a black suit walked towards the middle booth. .

  (End of this chapter)