After sending Sasha to school, Zhong Yue returned to the business of Ling Fei Jing's remnant. When he rushed back to the city's magazine, he happened to meet Qin Hai waiting outside. Fortunately, Zhong Yue was smart and wrapped himself tightly, wearing a mask on his face, and made special changes with Mo Yun, which made his upper face a little wrinkled and twisted. Of course, these are all recoverable. He did this for unnecessary trouble.

"Mr. Mr. Qiu?"

Zhong Yue looked at the middle-aged man beside Qin Hai, who was a little famous in the antique industry in Ganzhou, and then stopped and waited for the two uninvited guests to speak.

"Mr. Qin took the liberty to disturb him before, please forgive me."

Zhong Yue didn't know which Qin Hai was singing again, so he nodded softly.

Mr. Bao said, "Mr. Qiu, you are a cultural person, so we won't go around the corner. Mr. Qin flew to Ganzhou without any malice. I heard that you were interested in selling that mysterious painting. Mr. Qin's intention was to participate in the auction of this painting. Look..."

Zhong Yue typed a few words on his mobile phone and signaled them: "I don't go to the auction house."

"I understand, understand. Mr. Qin means that he wants to participate in the painting friends' meeting you organized."

"The painting friends will need to bring their own collections."

Qin Hai leaned on a stick, "I understand the rules, so please agree with Mr. Qiu."

When Zhong Yue saw Qin Hai's pleasure, he couldn't blame him for setting up a plan. Of course, Zhong Yue would not force Qin Hai to trade collections. He nodded and walked into the magazine.

"Is this... agreed?"

The middle-aged man turned the Buddhist beads on his wrist and said, "Where is this hill in the mountains? It's so wild, why haven't you heard of this person on the ground in Ganzhou before?"

Qin Hai held the magazine before in his hand, looked at the picture on the cover, and thought to himself what kind of secrets would be hidden here.

Seeing that Zhong Yue had officially returned, many people gathered in the editorial department of the magazine.

"Teacher Qiu, where have you been here these days? The editor-in-chief is anxious."

"Teacher Qiu, this is the theme of the next issue. The selection has not been decided yet, but you can arrange the cover creation."

"Teacher Qiu, the editor-in-chief asked you to go there."

Knowing that Zhong Yue couldn't speak, Zhong Yue was silent all the way, which was within their expectations.

Zhong Yue cannot resign yet, and doing so will easily alarm the enemy. He must maintain his work and work. Today, from Qin Hai and Bao Ye from the Ganzhou antique industry came to block him, it can be seen that if he can't wait for Zhong Yue, he will probably start to suspicion. If he wants to be an actor, he must be more dedicated, so Zhong Yue still chose to come over to work.

Judging from the results of Fu Guo's emphasis yesterday, this ink rhyme is effective in unblocking meridians. When Fu Guoqiang got up in the morning, he excitedly told Zhong Yue that when he got up in bed every morning, he even raised his hands, but this morning, he felt that his hands were not like the arm that had been experiencing overwork.

Of course, although it has relieved a lot, it has not been cured by the medicine and the disease is in one step. Therefore, Zhong Yue has temporarily gained a certain understanding of his hand-in-mouth and ink, and at critical moments, it may be of some special help.

"Qiu...Mountain."

Zhong Yue raised his head and saw Zhao Lele standing in front of him in a slight manner. He stared at her for a few seconds.

"Oh, that... I have sorted out this information and the readers of the previous issue. It is about illustrations and cover feedback. You can take a look. That, I'll leave first."

Zhong Yue nodded and took the information.

Ouyang Ming suddenly sent a text message asking how long Zhong Yue would have to go on vacation in Ganzhou. It has been two years since he had no news. Ouyang Ming was convinced that Zhong Yue could hold it in for so long. However, he also knew that Zhong Yue must have his own hidden secret. Zhong Yue was back, but some people would never come back. This still made Ouyang Ming feel a little confused.

"It's almost done."

Zhong Yue put his phone aside and looked at the information Zhao Lele took with him better than nothing.

Movie tickets?

"Last time I asked you to wait outside, but I never had the chance to watch a movie with you. I wonder if it's OK this weekend?"

Zhong Yue was speechless when he saw the words on the movie ticket, which was a premiere blockbuster. People like him who were so charming? No, but he wouldn't deliberately explain anything, but put the movie ticket aside and quit when he was preparing for lunch.

Some of these readers' feedbacks were written very touchingly. Some were moved by this article, while others were curious about Zhong Yue's cover picture and some of the illustrations inside, and they were curious about what kind of story it contained. They all said that the person who painted this painting was a painter with a story.

Zhong Yue also smiled at this. For him who has been "dead" several times, his story is indeed a wonderful one. However, as the recorder of the story, Zhong Yue still needs to move forward with awe on the road of calligraphy and painting.

"Hmm? This is..."

Zhong Yue looked at the exquisite envelope, and the pictures on it surprised Zhong Yue a little. It was actually a letter from the National Exhibition and Art Center! However, Zhong Yue is not interested in participating in such a competition or organization. After returning, it is serious to step up the organization of the East China Youth Artists Alliance.

He opened the envelope and looked roughly. He just wanted to absorb Zhong Yue as his member. If he intended to let Zhong Yue go to Beijing to negotiate, for such a letter, Zhong Yue's handling method is the same as spam text messages, then he would just put it aside.

"Um?"

Zhong Yue suddenly felt shocked.

He didn't expect that he would just sit down like this and arrive at a task that had not been triggered for a long time.

"The system prompts that the host can trigger a plot task. Will it be collected?"

Among the big and small tasks that Zhong Yue received, the plot tasks are the most difficult to obtain. Not only are the rewards each time, but the key is that the opportunity to trigger is uncertain. Therefore, as soon as the system prompts, Zhong Yue received the hard-won task. After all, the main task is suppressed in the formation of the East China Youth Artists Alliance.

"receive."

He glanced around him, lay on the table, and prepared to enter the system to check what kind of plot task it was in a short time.

"In the prosperous Dunhuang: Three thousand Buddhist paintings, five hundred monuments. Rewards: Zhang Daqian's painting method system, Huaisu's cursive brushwork system."

With just a few dozen words, Zhong Yue could not calm down for a long time.

Southern Zhangbei Qi,

Blind and arrogant.

If the plot mission goes smoothly, four people will get the third one!
Chapter completed!