The housekeeper reported the name and phone number of the person in charge to Xia Xiaomu, and asked Xia Xiaomu to take her work to apply for registration.

Xia Xiaomu quickly called the butler to the person in charge of his art exhibition, Mr. Zhang.

It was obvious that Mr. Lu had already greeted Mr. Zhang. When he heard it was Xia Xiaomu, he immediately understood. He made an appointment with him to take his works to a restaurant to meet him at 7 pm next Wednesday.

The specific number of paintings that can be exhibited depends on how the works can be decided.

After hanging up the phone, Xia Xiaomu was so happy that she almost jumped on the bed: That’s great!

Grandpa Lu is really his own koi and lucky star. After meeting him, everything went very smoothly. The art exhibition that he had been distressed for during this period was solved so quickly!

Moreover, it is a large-scale art exhibition, and the exhibition time is three days. We must take this opportunity to promote Xia Qianbai's name.

He was excited and had a small calculation: There was still one month left, or he could draw two works and apply for them. It would be money to sell them.

By the way, there is another important thing in front of you. You have to move Xia Qianbai’s well-preserved works over quickly. If you pile them in such a home, such excellent works are prone to moisture and damage.

He quickly called Xia Qianbai again.

As a result, Xia Qianbai told him: "Mumu, you said those paintings. A person came to his house yesterday and said he wanted to buy them all, so I agreed to him."

"What?!" Xia Xiaomu jumped up from the bed: "Who is it? How much does he give you?"

Xia Qianbai: "A good one is about five thousand, and he wants some of the weather and discoloration. He also made an agreement with me and said that he would sell all my paintings to him in the future and he would come here to collect them regularly."

"no!"

After buying a large amount of works by an ignorant painter and signing an agreement, Xia Xiaomu instinctively sensed a trace of danger.

Xia Qianbai: "Why, isn't this good? My father will have a fixed income in the future, so you can live a better life."

Xia Xiaomu was determined: "Absolutely not. The value of your paintings is dozens of times higher than the price he gave you. I have contacted you with the art exhibition. If it goes well, it will be exhibited next month. You must sell it to him."

"Mumu... I don't want to attend the art exhibition. I have to talk to people every day. Today, this person buys my paintings in this way. It's just like my wishes. I don't have to set up stalls in a crowded market in the future..."

"Dad! Why are you so stupid!"

Xia Xiaomu shouted out in a tough situation, "If you spend a little energy to manage yourself, you will become famous now, so how could you become as bad as you are now?"

"I will go back in the next two days and bring your paintings over. You must not sell them to that person. Next month you come and come to the exhibition with me!"

On the other end of the phone, the voice paused for a long time: "...Mumu, you forgot that dad can't communicate with people normally. If there are too many people,... it won't work."

Xia Qianbai's voice was low and depressing.

Xia Xiaomu was stunned.

Of course he didn't know that Xia Qianbai would do this.

Can't communicate with people normally or in places with a lot of people. Does Xia Qianbai have social phobia?

That's why I only know how to draw, but I don't find ways to find people in the painting world to sell their paintings and manage their reputation.

Xia Xiaomu: "Dad, I'm sorry, I was so excited just now. But listen to me, don't sell it to that person, and don't draw for him. Wait for me, I'll go home to find you tomorrow."

He hung up the phone and recalled the day and a half he had been with Xia Qianbai. He didn't talk much, his clothes were all dark, his hair and beard covered his face, his home was full of takeaway bags and cardboard boxes for online shopping.

I went out to buy myself a supper, but when I came back, my face was pale and sweaty.

Xia Xiaomu sighed, feeling that the burden on her shoulders was heavier.

The sound of cars outside was heard. Lu Jinghan and Jingyi and others were back from the old house. Xia Xiaomu climbed out of bed, put on her clothes, and went out to greet them.

As soon as I got off the floor, I saw Li Hai and Jing Yi holding Jing Han into the house with the crooked and slanted road.

Xia Xiaomu: "What's wrong with Brother Jinghan? Have you drunk?"

Li Hai: "I'm so drunk when I have had a meal with the uncles and uncles of the Lu family. This time I'm really drunk."

Suddenly I realized that I had missed it, so I quickly shut up.

Fortunately, Xia Xiaomu didn't care and went over to help Lu Jinghan with him.

Jing Yi threw down the small bag in her hand and volunteered: "Wait, I'll go push the wheelchair."

"No!" Lu Jinghan tried hard to stand firm and stared at Jing Yi: "I... can leave."

He can indeed leave, just support this a little bit. He doesn't want to overwhelm himself to the ground like that last time.

After entering the room, Li Hai scratched his head: "Aunt Wang is not at home. I have something else to do. I have to leave quickly. Can you take care of Brother Han?"

Xia Xiaomu: "It's okay, I can, Brother Hai, go and help."

After two people were left in the room, Xia Xiaomu suddenly remembered something.

Last time he promised to pass by Jinghan, and when he gets drunk again, he will help him change his clothes.
Chapter completed!