Like other painters, Su Da donated his paintings with the idea of ​​doing his best.

I was stunned for a long time when I learned that her paintings were the highest in the audience - a price of 10 million.

The key is that the buyer is not someone else, but He Yuan.

"..." Su Da was silent at the other end of the phone, and had a moment of absent speech, not knowing what to say.

"We were also surprised about this incident. My colleagues and I were stunned when we got the news."

Huang Keling asked tentatively, "Teacher Su, do you know that Mr. He?"

It’s not just about knowing each other. There was a time when I shared a bed with me and I was so familiar that I couldn’t be more familiar.

Of course, this would not be said casually to the public. Su Dai said vaguely: "There has been an intersection."

"That's how it is."

Huang Keling did not ask, but said, "Teacher, please prepare well. I will arrange for the driver and the car to pick you up at tomorrow's dinner..."

Su Da stopped, "Wait, what dinner party?"

"The dinner between the foundation and the Artists Association, I sent you on WeChat before, but it was not written. After the charity auction, the teacher with the highest priced work will be invited to attend."

There seems to be such a thing.

She didn't think she would be the most expensive one, so she didn't take it much.

As of this, if the one with the highest bid is invited to a dinner, the one with the highest bid is probably also listed?

Su Da had a vague headache and sighed silently, "I understand."

Huang Keling asked again: "Do you want to post some news to promote the results of this auction?"

Suda responded for a moment and understood what she meant.

Through the gimmicks like "10 million" and "highest price", we can achieve the goal of increasing our value.

"Need not."

Su Da didn't think about it and refused, "No need to make a big splash."

"Okay, anyway, there will be normal notices from the Foundation and the Artists Association, so we will not promote them any further."

Huang Keling respects her opinions.

Let me explain a few simple words and talk about another thing.

"You have been back in China for a while, and the company is preparing to arrange an interview for you.

I have sifted through the interested media here and left about three or four of them.

I have sorted out the list, and have sorted out the characteristics and audience of each company, and you can choose it."

Su replied OK.

After hanging up the phone, Huang Keling immediately sent her information from several media outlets through WeChat.

Su Da read it and asked in a voice message: "Did the Changhong Art Club send someone to follow me in the few days I just returned to China?"

Huang Keling replied: "Ah, it seems they are."

Su Da had been watching the souls for the past few days after he came back. The reporter from Changhong Art Club secretly followed her, and was discovered by her, and even followed her to the mourning hall.

She remembered that the sign posted on the man's camera at that time was very similar to the pattern of Changhong in the document Huang Keling sent her.

She remembered correctly.

Huang Keling asked: "Then get rid of this house?"

"Um."

Su Da had no good impression of their siege and interception. "This company clearly refused the interview and would not consider it in the short term."

Huang Keling responded, but Su Da was not very picky, and he briefly compared it and quickly selected one from it.

On the day of the dinner, the agency sent a car to pick it up.

The main directors of the American Association Foundation are all there, with a large number of people and a large private room. A large round table can accommodate twenty people.

It’s not a cocktail party, Su Da didn’t wear a long skirt on his shoulders.

The assistant picked three sets of clothes for her, and she chose a mid-length skirt with sleeves, which was simple and generous.

There were many people who knew each other but didn’t know each other, from the Art Association, or from the Foundation, and many people greeted her.

She couldn't name her name, so she could only deal with it with laughter one by one.

He Yuan had already arrived, sitting on the sofa, surrounded by a few people talking to him.

Su Da glanced at him, and he looked over. She pretended not to see it, and took the opportunity to walk away, just in time to avoid greetings with him.

Everyone is here and take the seat.

He Yuan was the leader of the top.

Su Da and Cen Haodong were talking, and Pan Zhengmao and the others suddenly greeted: "Come on, Miss Su is here."

The chair he pulled was not elsewhere, it was the first position on He Yuan's right hand.

His eyes gathered on her, and Su Da felt that He Yuan also looked over.

She paused and smiled awkwardly: "No, you can sit down."

Others helped to speak.

"Miss Su, please don't be polite!"

"It is most suitable for you and Mr. He to sit in the seat."

"That's right, sit down..."

The people present had no idea of ​​their past entanglements, and even Cen Haodong told her not to refuse: "You dare not sit, and others dare not.

Sit down, this is the most suitable for today’s occasion.”

Su Da was driven to the shelves and sat stiffly next to He Yuan.

Cen Haodong and the chairman of the foundation pushed him around the seat on his left, but in the end the chairman of the foundation was even better and pressed Cen Haodong down.

Although the table is big, it is not too far away from the seat. He Yuan is on the left, and Su Da feels a sense of enthusiasm coming from his arm.

After a glance, there was no unnecessary expression on He Yuan's face next to him, and his eyes were as indifferent as usual.

The chairman of the foundation next to Cen Haodong smiled and said, "This is the first time Mr. Su and Mr. He meet?"

Pan Zhengmao immediately said: "No, no..."

“See it at the event before.”

Suda robbed the white story.

"So that's how it is."

The chairman of the foundation said again, "It seems that Mr. He admires Teacher Su very much, this time he has such a big deal.

Don’t worry, our follow-up work will definitely not let you down.”

Su Da smiled awkwardly, and subconsciously looked at He Yuan, and he was also looking at her with his own light.

When her eyes touched each other, she intersected in a short moment, and she silently avoided her.

The dishes were served one after another.

Su Da was a little uncomfortable, but He Yuan did not talk to her, as if she was just a coincidence of ordinary diners eating at a table, so she gradually relaxed.

She ate with her head, but He Yuan was looking at her secretly.

Her previous answer, "I've seen it at an event before", seemed to be in a hurry to hide something.

He felt a little unhappy inexplicably.

Su Da had no idea that he was in such an mood, so he ate himself, and he became happier the more he ate.

Pan Zhengmao walked around with the bottle and poured wine for everyone, and happened to walk to He Yuan.

Pour it into He Yuan’s cup and he whispered: “Why don’t Mr. He eat it?

I have all added the few you ordered to the menu."

When Pan Zhengmao ordered the menu earlier, he looked at Xu Lin and asked He Yuan for his opinion.

He Yuan ordered several dishes without saying a word, and he saw them with his own eyes, all of them were placed on the table.

He asked again quickly: "Is it not to fit my appetite?"

He Yuan glanced at the table and ordered a few dishes. The plate he had just passed by was the one in front of him. A pair of chopsticks reached to the edge of the plate. He followed him and glanced at Su Da, who was eating happily.

He said lightly: "No, it suits your appetite."

Pan Zhengmao felt relieved and continued to pour wine for others.

He Yuan took a few bites and Su Da had already scooped himself a bowl of soup.

He Yuan slowly moved the chopsticks. When he saw her movements, he suddenly felt uncomfortable.
To be continued...