"Ms. Chen, it seems we have something to talk about."
"What do you want to talk about?" Unable to leave, Chen Yiyi did not insist and sat down opposite Director Li pretending to be quiet.
"I want to confirm our relationship." Zhu Tong held the phoenix star in his hand and looked at her with a smile.
Chen Yiyi was a little flustered and lowered her eyes: "What's so sure about our relationship?"
"First of all, I proposed to Ye'er last night and she agreed. As friends, shouldn't you congratulate us?"
There was a "buzzing" in Chen Yiyi's mind, and thousands of butterflies seemed to be flying; she didn't expect that Zhu Tong would propose to Ye'er after only two days of absence!
"The second thing is that the relationship between us can be ordinary colleagues or close friends, but please don't interfere in my life; Ye'er is not as strong as you. If anything happens between us, I will be here
There is no point in staying in Shanghai."
"Is there a third party?" Chen Yiyi calmed down and raised her head and asked.
"Not yet. You have to remember, without Ye'er, Shanghai is just a ruin to me."
"Really not? Well, I will remember Director Li's words and I'm going to work."
Chen Yiyi walked towards the door, took off the dragon star hair with force, threw it back to Zhu Tong, smiled sweetly and said: "Li Xiang, I like you, but it has nothing to do with you; you can pretend not to know, it doesn't matter if you respond or not. You and Ye
I understand the feelings between children, I just don’t understand my own feelings."
She is also a graceful and beautiful woman. After hearing these few words, Zhu Tong felt as if a five-digit bottle had been broken in his heart. He opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.
Zhu Tong decided to blow Chen Yiyi's pride, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth: "Ms. Chen, I have always been curious, let me ask a rude question, you have undergone plastic surgery, right?"
Chen Yiyi's face is so exquisite, it can be said that there are no flaws, and every part is in line with modern aesthetics; however, such perfection is not normal. If you look closely at Ye'er's face, there are still one or two regrets.
"Here, here, and here." Chen Yiyi nodded at the bridge of her nose, chin, and cheeks; "I have undergone three surgeries. The director is a doctor. Can you tell the prices of these three surgeries?"
"I can't tell, I'm just guessing." Zhu Tong was sorry for being too cruel to her, so he raised his glasses to take a look; "It's a perfect surgery, it's done, there's no problem, you can go to work."
"You're a bastard." Chen Yiyi finally couldn't help it, cursed, slammed the door and ran out.
She regretted not listening to her brother's words, making that boring phone call to Ye'er, and inviting Ye'er to tea in a noble club. Li Xiang was humiliating her in this way and retaliating for everything she had done to Ye'er.
Chen Yiyi ran into her BMW, then leaned on the steering wheel and cried bitterly. As she cried, Chen Yiyi smiled and raised her head. She could not be cruel to this annoying Li Xiang no matter what. After recalling the humiliation just now, Chen Yiyi felt a little...
Masochistic pleasure.
Sha Yingying had a dog skin plaster on her feet. She could walk around freely, but she was still reluctant to take the plaster.
Before Zhu Tong walked into the ward, he was stopped by Head Nurse Xia again; this time, Zhu Tong wrote several large prescriptions for Sha Yingying, and there were more special care items. What else was she dissatisfied with?
"It's not me, it's Miss Sha; she refuses to use those high-end nutritional medicines; Miss Sha said that she has gained a lot of weight these days. What should I do?" Head Nurse Xia's face looked a little lonely. Could it be that Jiang Xiaoyu hasn't come back yet?
Don’t have time to water this peony?
Thinking so, Zhu Tong said something else: "How can we do it? If you're afraid of growing fat, don't get hurt. I'll go tell her."
Nurse Xia pursed her lips and smiled. Director Li's logic was really interesting. What's the connection between injury and weight gain?
Sure enough, Sha Yingying was exercising in the room. Two bottles of expensive imported nutritional medicines were hung on the infusion stand beside the bed, with needles pinned to the bottles; the nurse was looking at her in embarrassment.
"Ms. Sha, you can be discharged from the hospital." As soon as Zhu Tong entered the door, Sha Yingying gave her a well-trained smile, and her polite words of gratitude were frozen on her lips.
"Doctor Li, my feet still hurt." Sha Yingying was not wearing a hospital gown, but a pure cotton pajamas. The skin on her lower legs was carefully maintained to be white and delicate. Zhu Tong had seen her almost naked,
Still able to remain calm about this temptation.
"Since what I said is useless, and you know it so well, I can't treat such a patient. You don't have to leave the hospital. You can ask another doctor to treat you."
"No, Director Li, I only believe in you as long as you treat me; but please don't give me those medicines, okay? I will pay you as much as you need. These medicines are very useful."
My figure is going to be out of shape." Sha Yingying begged pitifully, she is really a beauty.
Zhu Tong said with a straight face: "If you want to recover from your injury quickly, you need these nutrients. I'm sorry, I only treat the disease and have no responsibility for your beautiful figure. The hospital is not a hotel, and it is the doctor's business what medicine to use. Miss Sha has
Money, you can lose weight after your injury. Similarly, if you have any objections to your medication, you can complain to the medical office."
Sha Yingying didn't even dare to think about making a complaint. Seeing that Director Li was really annoyed and what she said made sense, she had no choice but to lie softly on the hospital bed and let the nurse insert nutritional injections for her.
"Ms. Sha, your body is too weak. If you don't fully recover from the injuries on your bones, you will have a lifetime of regrets."
Zhu Tong took off the dog skin plaster and with the help of the nurse, scrubbed Sha Yingying's feet with clean water. The smooth skin felt good; Sha Yingying relaxed and had a patient expression on her face.
Sha Yingying breathed a sigh of relief after the dragon star penetrated the acupuncture point. Doctor Li's words were not polite, but he had a pair of hands full of magic. As soon as he touched his hands, Sha Yingying felt numb all over and could not say anything.
Zheng Shurong watched as usual and followed Zhu Tong out of the ward after the treatment: "Director Li, I want to learn from you."
"What?" Zhu Tong turned around in shock.
"Your method of treating diseases is very..., I'm sorry, I don't know how to say it. Director Li, can you teach me?" Zheng Shurong's face turned red. Is it difficult to say these kind words?
"Dr. Zheng, Chinese medicine is not easy to learn, especially my branch. It is very difficult."
"I'm not afraid of hardship." Seeing that Director Li didn't refuse, Zheng Shurong took a step forward; "As long as you are willing to teach me, I am not afraid of hardship. I have been thinking recently that the best things about Western medicine are abroad. Your medical skills are so amazing. I hope to follow
You learn.”
"Besides, I've been very busy recently." The little liar saw that Zheng Shurong was serious and left in a hurry. He was indeed very busy today.
Deep in the Nanhai Palace, the afternoon sun shines through the rain-stained glass onto the beige wallpaper. Under the large floor-to-ceiling windows, two delicate green potted plants use their shadows to mottle the floor. In the middle of the room, there is
An authentic French lunch.
Silver knives and forks, exquisite porcelain, crystal clear glasses, and indispensable flowers.
Liu Manxiang was calm and quiet, and still had the same slow and elegant look. Her appetite was not as petite as her body; she ate half of every dish served by the waiter, and the plate in front of Zhu Tong was basically untouched.
Mei Lanting was preoccupied and didn't eat much. She was most eager to end the meal quickly and get down to the substantive topic; Liu Manxiang insisted not to talk about anything during the meal.
On the way to Nanhai Gonglan, Zhu Tong bought a few bouquets of flowers and swallowed them all while driving; now he just tastes wine slowly and occasionally eats a few slices of fruit salad; Liu Manxiang's wine is serious and good, and it all has its origins.
of high-end goods.
At two o'clock, the meal was over. Liu Manxiang invited the two guests to another room. As soon as they sat down to drink tea, Zhu Tong understood the reason why the meal was so slow: Lan Zhanjiang was here.
In March, everyone seems to be very busy, and Lan Zhanjiang's face is full of dust. What makes Zhu Tong admire is that he can still maintain his consistent elegance.
"I just got off the plane, sorry."
Lan Zhanjiang didn't drink tea, so Liu Manxiang asked the waiter to bring him a piece of egg noodles. After he quickly used it, the conversation really started.
"Miss Mei, I have read your plan and there are several problems. Today's Chinese painters are too impetuous, and there are very few painters who can really concentrate on their practice. In the international market, the price of oil paintings from China has been falling. Their paintings,
The influence in the Chinese circle is also fading. The two painters you chose are too young and have little foundation. Although one of them is very handsome and the other is a beautiful woman, the painting world is not an entertainment industry. The selling point is paintings, not handsome boys and beauties. Hype is just
If Lanting Gallery only wants to make a small amount of money, this investment will be available to you right away, so there is no problem at all."
Zhu Tong didn't know the specific content of Mei Lanting's plan, but now he knows: Mei Lanting wants to use the technique of manipulating entertainment stars to create two golden girls in the painting world.
What Lan Zhanjiang meant was to let Mei Lanting calm down and concentrate on discovering and cultivating a few promising painters; to run Lanting Gallery into an authoritative gallery and not to be swayed by the current trends.
"However, this plan has entered the operational stage. In order to package them and acquire their paintings, I have invested millions. Their paintings are fashionable and need to be operated this way."
Mei Lanting defended and picked up the plan: "There is this consumer group in China. They like to decorate the living room tastefully. Chinese painting and calligraphy have fallen behind in their eyesight, and oil painting is too serious. They like Western culture and pay attention to the quality of life.
, the choice of paintings is also based on fashion; as for the true connotation of the works, they do not understand and do not care. These paintings are like consumer goods, their life span may be short-lived; that is why I want to create two charming painters..."
Lan Zhanjiang listened patiently and pondered, as if he had something to say that he couldn't say directly, so he was choosing the appropriate language.
"There is no contradiction. Miss Mei and Mr. Lan both want to make better money. Mr. Lan hopes that Lanting Gallery will be more solid and become a top gallery in the Chinese painting world. Miss Mei, you have to understand Mr. Lan's painstaking efforts.
Liupin Meiyuan has a long history, and with this background, Lanting Gallery cannot take a too impetuous route."
Zhu Tong knew that he had to speak up; building a famous gallery requires a lot of investment and time accumulation. Lan Zhanjiang did not understand the pressure Mei Lanting was under, and Mei Lanting's words did not seem to move him; from this perspective, Mei Lanting
No matter what you say, it's nonsense. Lan Zhanjiang is actually very traditional at heart.
"If Miss Mei wants to save face and make money during the transition period, it's actually not difficult. Miss Mei can set up another gallery, specializing in fashion. Doing business there will not delay the establishment of an archway here. For Lanting Gallery,
There is no damage to your reputation."
"You're the one who works." Mei Lanting scolded Zhu Tong with a smile, and Lan Zhanjiang also smiled: "Zhu Tong's suggestion is good. Lanting Gallery has Mei Lao's brand, which is not suitable for operating things that are too close to the trend. Miss Mei can
Acquire another gallery and create your modern art in the name of that gallery."
Liu Manxiang clapped lightly, said nothing, and nodded slightly to Zhu Tong.