Chapter 86 Studio

Author: Digging wild vegetables

Chapter 86 Studio

"Preparing for a dinner party?" Xu Gang was so frightened that he stood up from the sofa and patted his cheek, thinking that he was still in a dream.

"Are you awake now?"

Chen Yiqian is usually afraid of trouble the most. He can always push back when socializing. If he really can't push it, he will stay at the bar for a short time. After the contract is finalized, he will leave without staying for a moment.

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

Xu Gang was startled and hurriedly changed the subject: "Mr. Chen, what are your specific requirements?"

"You and I have been to those banquets where several families interact with each other. Just follow those specifications. The banquet 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 a little bitch from Meng Qian with them. The three of them are specially invited."

Xu Gang took out a small notebook from his coat pocket and wrote down Chen Yiqian's requirements in detail.

"The banquet needs to be large. There are three people who need to be specially invited. I'm thinking of ordering a separate dress for Madam. These are the main points. Mr. Chen, do you need to add anything else?"

"You have to be quick. The invitations are sent out today and must be completed successfully before Wednesday." Chen Yiqian finally added on the other end of the phone, "I know that time is too short and it is a bit difficult for you. You do your best and wait until this banquet is over. You take a month off."

Xu Gang beamed with joy and hurriedly responded: "You're welcome, it's my duty to share my duties with you, it's 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 Qian doing? Concentrating on holding a painting exhibition?"

Based on his understanding of Meng Qian, he is not someone who can sit calmly in a chair and draw, 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. Xiao Meng has been staying in the studio honestly recently and doesn't go out much."

Chen Yiqian bent his index finger and tapped 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 can prepare the banquet first, and I'll keep an eye on the rest. ."

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In the studio, abandoned drawings, countless unformed drafts, and brushes randomly stuffed into buckets nearly filled the entire space. Human body statues and plaster molds were quietly piled up in the corner.

The gouache paint snakes on the canvas, and the artificially thickened raw-edged paper gradually takes shape in Meng Qian's hands.

"Mr. Xiao Meng, are you there?"

Hearing the familiar voice, Meng Qian frowned, and the strength in his hands increased. The originally smooth paper now had a few wrinkles.

"What are you doing here?" He raised his eyebrows and shouted toward the door, his tone full of impatience.

Jin Minghui at the door didn't expect that it was already night and Meng Qian's temper was still so bad. He unconsciously tightened his figure: "Mr. Meng was worried that you were exhausted, so he specially asked me to come and see you. "

"Stop pressing that old man on me!"

Although he said this, Meng Gan had to walk to the door obediently and open the lock.

He held the entire door frame with one hand, blocking the scene in the studio tightly, and glanced back and forth at Jin Minghui with an unkind expression.

"Is something wrong?"

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

Jin Minghui unconsciously bent over and smiled apologetically at him: "Little Mr. Meng, Mr. Meng..."

Before Jin Minghui could say the second half of the sentence, Meng Qian closed the door directly. His time was precious now and he had no time to follow him and tell those lies.

"Hey, hey, hey!" Jin Minghui stuffed his arm directly into the door frame, blocking Meng Qian from closing the door, "There are other things related to Mrs. Chen!"

Meng Qian paused to close the door and suddenly realized what Jin Minghui had called Shen Yao. He was so angry that he wanted to use the door frame to pinch off Jin Minghui's arm.

She hasn't even written her horoscope yet, so who is Mrs. Chen?

His face was so thick that it could drip with ink, and he was filled with anger. He gritted his teeth and opened the door to Jin Minghui again, and two words popped out of his mouth: "Say."

"Uh, Mr. Meng, look, how about we go in and talk?"

Meng Qian turned slightly to reveal the studio behind him, and he did not forget to say: "Watch your steps. If you step on a piece of paper, I will break your legs."

Jin Minghui immediately stood up on his tiptoes and looked at the paper spread on the ground with a lot of awe. Even the crumpled scrap manuscript was carefully avoided, for fear of angering the living king of hell in front of him again.

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

The patterns, coloring, and even the cracks on one end were all lifelike, as if the safety button was right in front of him, but it seemed that he had never seen Meng Qian participate in a competition with this painting.

He did not dare to look any further and hurriedly looked away. He accidentally saw several pieces of white paper spread out on Meng Qian's canvas, with two little figures, a man and a woman, painted in gouache.

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

Meng Qian lowered his eyelids, found a lining cloth to cover the easel, and led Jin Minghui to the rest room at the back: "The water will not be poured. After I finish talking about Shen Yao, you will leave immediately."

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

Meng Qian took out a lighter from his pocket and lit the cigarette. His mind gradually became clearer: "Chen Yiqian, are you invited to a banquet?"

The person surnamed Chen has never been willing to engage in this kind of thing. Why did he suddenly change his gender and hold a banquet today?

"That's right, I'm confused too. Generally, invitations are sent out about a week in advance, but Mr. Chen is so urgent that he will be there next Tuesday."

So pressed for time?

There was a bit of inquiry in Meng Qian's expression. He pushed the cigarette butt out of his mouth with the tip of his tongue, narrowed his eyes and looked at Jin Minghui standing in the distance, and suddenly asked: "Are you familiar with Shen Baicheng's family?"

Jin Minghui swallowed his saliva, but he didn't expect that Meng Qian would settle an old score at this time. He still remembered the ruthless way he directly attacked Shen Baicheng last time.

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

The cloud of mist spitting out from Meng Qian's mouth blocked the two of them, and the expressions on each other's faces were not clear. Jin Minghui looked at the corners of Meng Qian's lips that seemed to be raised slightly, and murmured in his heart.

I don’t know if Mr. Xiao Meng is angry or not. For Mr. Meng’s sake, can I let him go?
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