Ye Xiaofan remained silent.

Zhang Yao answered the phone with a soft voice, "President Wu, good afternoon, you..."

"Sorry, Mr. Zhang, several colleagues and I have seen Ye Xiaofan's resume.

"He is a painter from a wild background, but his Rise Cup results alone cannot get him to join the Donghai Art Association!

"In addition, I talked to Lao Xu from the Art Exhibition and Ye Xiaofan is not qualified to participate in the Donghai Art Exhibition."

A cold and hoarse voice came from the phone.

"President Wu, you praised his painting skills at that time..."

Zhang Yao was greatly shocked and wanted to question him.

Toot toot…

The phone was hung up.

I tried to call back, but no one answered.

Zhang Yao looked through her address book eagerly, hoping for an explanation.

"Rejected? Strange...Isn't the president of Donghai Art Association Ma Qianqiu?"

"Yes, Mr. Ma is the president and Wu Qiang is the vice president. Don't worry, I can handle this matter.

"I know all the people in the Art Association. I'll contact other cadres. I guess I'm just taking the opportunity to get some benefits. It's been like this these days."

Zhang Yao forced a smile.

Originally, I was going to participate in the Donghai Art Exhibition, but Ye Xiaofan personally sent his works to me.

As a result, now you are not even qualified to participate in the exhibition?

I just said that I hope to abide by the contract with Ye Xiaofan and cooperate for a long time, but I am worried that he will breach the contract due to interests.

Can't you even handle such a small thing now?

One can imagine how embarrassed Zhang Yao felt inside.

She hurriedly looked through her address book and made several calls in succession.

Either no one answered, or they were declined.

She blushed and finally called the person in charge of the Donghai Art Exhibition.

"Director Xu, it's me, Zhang Yao, about the Donghai Art Exhibition. Didn't I say there's no problem?"

"Hey, Mr. Zhang, I said it's theoretically fine, but I didn't say it would definitely be fine.

“Now that the qualifications are inconsistent and the review is strict, it’s very difficult for me to handle it.

"Let him wait a few more years. Anyway, judging from his age, he is quite young. It is not too late to participate when he is 50 or 60 years old.

"Let's do this for now."

On the phone, the middle-aged man answered playfully and slowly, and then hung up.

"They're like a raccoon dog from a mountain, they're like a raccoon dog from the same mountain! These bastards colluded! It must be Wan Quanqing, that bastard, who is behind the scenes."

Zhang Yao was so angry that she threw the table and locked the target instantly.

They say harmony brings wealth.

In the entire Donghai Gallery industry, only Wan Quanqing was against her at every turn!

Ye Xiaofan said slowly, "Speaking of which, I met an old man on the road who claimed to be Ma Qianqiu, the president of the Art Association."

"What?!" Zhang Yao was stunned, "Really or not, does he have a mole on the corner of his mouth?"

"Yes. He looks very kind."

"Is it possible that you offended him?" Zhang Yao stared slightly.

"Offended? Probably not. He saw me painting, praised me repeatedly, and said he wanted to recruit me to join the association.

"I said you were helping me with the procedures. He was very happy at the time and said he would approve it later.

"Later he said that he wanted to sit down and talk with me in detail, but I was pressed for time and declined. My attitude was a little cold. After all, there was nothing to talk about in detail and I had to catch a flight."

Ye Xiaofan frowned slightly. He didn't think Ma Qianqiu was a fussy person.

"Mr. Ma has always cherished talents and was kind-hearted. It should be impossible for him to argue with you... But it's hard to tell. Just listen to the rumors.

"I know people but not their hearts. Maybe I have a grudge against you?"

Zhang Yao was a little troubled, "If we offend Chairman Ma, then this art exhibition will be ruined!"

"Is he so powerful?"

"Well, at least this art exhibition is organized under the leadership of the Art Association. President Wu and Director Xu are all members of the Art Association.

"If our gallery offends him, it may also be banned by the industry. The art associations of all provinces are more or less close to each other, and they will definitely be consistent with the outside world. Ma Qianqiu is one of the top calligraphy and painting masters. He has a great influence!"

Zhang Yaoyue said with a sad face.

This time it's tricky.

Ye Xiaofan looked at her quietly and chuckled: "Are you afraid?"

"Nonsense, I worked hard in Donghai for seven or eight years before I managed the gallery to this point." Zhang Yao sighed.

"Otherwise, you want to end your relationship with me now?"

"Oh, are you testing me? Let me tell you this, I am sure that you will become famous, your artistic attainments will surpass Zhang Chongjing and Fei Qingya, and you will become the top painter!"

Zhang Yao was a little unhappy, with a stern look in her eyes, "In the worst case, I'll sell the gallery and open a gallery in Chujiang! Why don't all the art associations come to embarrass us?"

Ye Xiaofan leaned back slightly, his face expressionless.

A woman's mouth is deceptive.

Of course he wouldn't take it too seriously.

But being able to answer like this is considered qualified.

"There's no rush, let's find out more about it. Contact Fei Qingya when you have time to see if he can mediate."

Ye Xiaofan was not anxious at all and calmly gave him an idea.

Fei Qingya had valued him before and was willing to help, so it was natural to have some contact.

"okay!"

Seeing that Ye Xiaofan was calm and composed, Zhang Yao suddenly became calmer, "I've been running a gallery for so many years, but I haven't seen any big storms? I can handle it!"

"That would be the best." Ye Xiaofan finished his meal, wiped his mouth, and looked at the time, "It's getting late. Please, Mr. Zhang, please take me to the airport."

"Why aren't you anxious or angry at all?"

"It doesn't matter, I don't make a living from painting. You pick three of these four paintings and let the boss choose. You can sell the rest as you wish."

"Oh..." Zhang Yao looked over it, was a little confused about the choice, and then took away three pictures.

The two went to the airport.

…

On the other side, on the outskirts of Donghai, in a private room of a farmhouse.

The seven people were chatting and laughing happily.

"Thank you all for letting me vent my anger. Sooner or later, I will drive that bitch out of the East China Sea."

The short, fat old man with Mediterranean hair stood up and raised his wine glass.

Wan Quanqing, the owner of Yihuaxuan.

After learning that Zhang Yao of Four Seasons Gallery was going to participate in an art exhibition with his works, he started working on it.

Wu Qiang and art exhibition director Xu Renqing each gave 100,000 yuan, and they entertained them for two or three days in a row before settling the matter.

"With a little effort, you could have told me earlier. I'm too lazy to talk to that naughty bitch. She keeps bragging about Ye Xiaofan. It makes me want to vomit."

At the guest of honor seat, Wu Qiang, vice president of the Art Association, smiled and raised his glass.

"Even if "Lake Lights and Mountains" is just like that, is it worthy of being number one?"

"If you ask me, the work of Chairman Wu's daughter would be the first. The judges this time are all blind."

"Hey, I don't dare to say this nonsense. If people know about it, it will have a bad impact. In fact, Ye Xiaofan is quite good."

"That's right, Mr. Wan, why doesn't your gallery sign him?"

"I thought, that little lion opened his mouth so big that it would be divided into eighty-two, he would take eighty and the gallery would take two!"

"Holy shit, I really dare to speak up. Until now, I only get 60% of the income from the gallery. I have to be at the level of President Ma to be qualified to negotiate, right?"

"Tsk, tsk, this is called not knowing the heights of the sky and the earth, and not knowing what to do!"

"..."

A group of people echoed.

Wan Quanqing, Wu Qiang and Xu Renqing were chatting and laughing, while the others were just foils, complaining about Ye Xiaofan and making dirty remarks about Zhang Yao.
Chapter completed!