The next day, Xia Xiaomu was woken up by Zhang Heran's phone ring.

"Congratulations to Mr. Xiao Xia! Your work "Chasing" participated in the auction yesterday, and now the offer is 30,000 yuan..."

"Really!"

Before he could finish his words, Xia Xiaomu interrupted him in surprise.

"Chasing" is displayed in the rookie works area, and is full of works by young painters, and can also be said to be a cold area for painting exhibitions.

Unlike the works of famous painters, they can naturally attract visitors by their fame. They are not set up as a special exhibition hall like Xia Qianbai's works, which attracts people with momentum.

Visitors can not only need patience, physical strength, but also easily become aesthetically tired. The works of unfamous painters basically leave at a glance.

So he was already very satisfied that Xia Xiaomu's works could be called at this price.

Besides, there is not a day left.

Zhang Heran laughed over there and said:

"There is another thing that is more worthy of gratitude. Your father Xia Qianbai's works were taken by an oil painting collector and participated in five auctions in one go. There is also an oil painting dealer who wants to talk to your father about long-term cooperation. They all want to meet Teacher Xia Qianbai."

After Xia Xiaomu was surprised, she began to fight back: "It may be a little difficult to see my dad. I have to ask him. If it really doesn't work, can I see them on behalf of my dad? "

The reason why Xia Qianbai never sells his works is that he does not want to participate in such social activities.

"Ah, why is this?"

Zhang Heran didn't understand very much.

After all, this is a great thing. Xia Qianbai is really a hit in the art world. So far, I have never seen the artist's value rise to such a high overnight. He only manages his connections little by little, penetrates the market, and gradually becomes known to the world, and can only be stable.

It is certain that Xia Qianbai is lucky, because not every artist will meet Mr. Lu and the young master of the Lu family support.

But without strong artistic value, visitors will not buy it, and they can even become a laughing stock in the painting world. Look, relying on their son's nepotism and making such a loud voice, it turned out that none of them were sold.

After all, I am responsible for this matter. If I fail, I will be worn privately by the association.

But now that Xia Qianbai is so powerful, Zhang Heran has a bright face, and he wishes he could see him immediately and get some fun.

Xia Xiaomu explained to him: "My dad...he doesn't like to contact outsiders, which is why he has never participated in any art exhibition for so many years. If I hadn't advised him, he wouldn't have participated in this art exhibition, so..."

"That's how..."

He could hear Xia Xiaomu's tone in a dilemma, and Zhang Heran was not asking: "Then please bother Mr. Xiaoxia to come here? Let's communicate with the art dealer about the future."

Xia Xiaomu looked at the time and it was already past nine o'clock in the morning. He told Zhang Heran that he would rush over at noon as soon as possible and hung up the phone.

Look at the empty room: Where is Brother Jing Han? Have you gone to buy breakfast?

I blushed slightly when I remembered what happened last night.

He unpacked the packaging himself and said he wanted to try it, but he couldn't stand it halfway through. He had heard that it hurt at first, but he didn't expect it to hurt so much, so he cried and shouted not to.

Lu Jinghan endured it hard and had to keep coaxing him.

He was so comfortable that he felt comfortable, and the little pain passed, and then he fell asleep without conscience. He knew in a daze that Lu Jinghan had gone to the bathroom.

But now aftertaste, there is another feeling besides the pain. It's quite... not bad.

He was nestled in the quilt, and after a moment of recollection, all kinds of touches left by Lu Jinghan on his body surged up little by little, and his body gradually became hot. Before some needs were about to come out, Xia Xiaomu quickly crawled out.

He put on his clothes and went to Xia Qianbai first and told him what Zhang Heran said.

Xia Qianbai: "I can't see them for the time being...you can make a decision, and it's okay to cooperate. If they ask for painting, you can ask them to email me."

Xia Qianbai said that he could not see him for the time being, rather than resolutely not to see him.

Xia Xiaomu knew that this was because he was preparing to receive active treatment. One day, his condition would improve and everything was developing in a better direction.

His eyes were smiling brightly: "Dad, congratulations, you will become famous from now on."

Xia Qianbai didn't care about these things, but saw Mu Mu happy, and he also said: "There are still a few newly painted pictures in my car. You can take them all, and you can do whatever you want."

Lu Jinghan bought breakfast around the hotel, including fried dough sticks, egg-filled biscuits, millet porridge, soy milk, etc.

When she came back, Xia Xiaomu happened to go back to the room and hugged him: "Brother Jing Han! I bought so many!"

Lu Jinghan was still wearing air conditioners outside, and he placed a bunch of bags and boxes in his hand on the table: "Are you hungry? I don't know what you like to eat, so I bought some back. Go and send some to Uncle Xia?"

Xia Xiaomu nodded, took two bags, and delivered them to Xia Qianbai.

But my heart hurts.

Because he saw Lu Jinghan's eyes were covered with blood and his face was a little sleepy.

Last night, Brother Jing Han drove here for more than two hours in the middle of the night, but then he was messed around with him, but he was unable to release him.

I got up early and went to buy breakfast for him and Xia Qianbai. After all, I probably didn't sleep much all night.

He bit the soy milk straw and asked, "Brother Jinghan, are you sleepy? Why don't I drive you to rest when I go back?"

Lu Jinghan smiled at him: "I'm afraid that when I wake up, I'll be no longer alive."

Xia Xiaomu glared at him with anger and said, "I really know how to drive!"

"I know, I know, I will have to wait until you get your driver's license."

Lu Jinghan poked his face and asked in a low voice: "Does it still hurt?"

A sudden sentence made Xia Xiaomu drink a soy milk and almost spray it out.

"I haven't felt anything anymore. You... did you go to the bathroom later?" Xia Xiaomu bit the straw and asked him in a low voice.

Lu Jinghan did not answer and peeled a tea egg and handed it to him: "I'm sorry, it's because I'm too anxious. I forgot that I have to adapt slowly to this kind of thing."

Before he made it official with Xia Xiaomu, he didn't want to do this to Xia Xiaomu.

But last night, Xia Xiaomu blushed and shyly looked forward to asking him to try it. Her whole body was as tempting as ripe fruits, emitting an attractive fragrance, which made him unable to help but want to eat them all. Maybe he could take it slowly.

Xia Xiaomu took a bite of the egg and lowered her head and asked, "How to adapt to this matter?"

They sat side by side on the sofa. Lu Jinghan pulled out a piece of paper to wipe his hands, and took Xia Xiaomu into his arms with one arm, biting his earlobe, and his voice was extremely serious.

But the content is extremely unserious---adaptation plan.

After Xia Xiaomu was released, her legs became weak.

He curled up on the sofa cushion with a red face, steaming all over his body.

Lu Jinghan pinched a Shengjian and stuffed it into his mouth, and looked at him calmly: "Just tell me that you are like this, if this is implemented..."

"……Shut up."

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After leaving the hotel, they first took Xia Qianbai back to their new home, and then Xia Xiaomu changed into a formal dress and went to the art exhibition.

After arriving, I realized that the situation was much better than he expected.

There are about twenty visitors in Xia Qianbai's exhibition hall. The difference is that they are not watching quietly, but whispering to each other, talking in a low voice, and exclaiming from time to time.

Moreover, all twenty-seven works have been marked with logos participating in the auction.

Yesterday, one of the oil painting collectors booked five paintings in one go and after the news spread. For a time, the name of the hermit genius painter with a mysterious color attracted more and more industry insiders to visit.

This is how the artwork is. The more you say it is good, someone will work hard to discover where it is good. The result is that the more you look at it, the more you think it is good.

Of course, there are still some people here who collect artworks to invest and preserve value.

They fell in love with the identity of Xia Qianbai hermit artist, like an unsharpened piece of jade, whose real value has not been developed and there is a great room for appreciation, so they buy and collect it as soon as possible.

Xia Xiaomu could hardly hide the joy in her heart. She picked up her phone and told Lu Jinghan and Xia Qianbai the good news.

Although the third day of the exhibition was coming to an end, it was also the hottest and busiest stage. The huge lounge became a place for painters and painters to negotiate.

When Xia Xiaomu was invited by Zhang Heran, she saw Xie Weiwan sitting on a table not far away.

She was wearing exquisite makeup, wearing a moon-white dress, and a faint smile, talking to a painter.

Perhaps he had spoken out with Lu Jinghan that day and made three rules to complement each other and concealed them. The relationship between them became deeper and trust. Although Grandpa Lu knew about the two, he did not object.

Xia Xiaomu is much calmer when facing her now than before.

However, Xie Weiwan looked at him uneasyly and continued to talk to the guests.

When Xia Xiaomu passed by, he probably heard the content of their conversation. It turned out that Xie Weiwan's work was favored by the art dealer and was about to sell it for 60,000 yuan.

Xia Xiaomu has seen her works.

It’s not that he is arrogant, but that his own "Chasing" is indeed more excellent and valuable than her "Under the Moon".

But when the works of the two people were put together, Xie Weiwan could sell for 60,000 yuan, while her own could only sell for more than 30,000 yuan.

The difference is that Xie Weiwan has long been named in the painter world, and comes from a painter family. Xie Yu's granddaughter and Xie Wen's niece. These halos are placed on her, which will increase her value to a higher level.

Xia Xiaomu did not feel unfair, but felt helpless. But he also believed that time would fill the gap in helplessness.

As long as you persist in managing it, the value of your works will sooner or later surpass her.

Xie Weiwan took a look here inadvertently, with a hint of color in her eyes that only Xia Xiaomu could see.

It seems that I would say again, aren’t you so valued and praised by my aunt? In the end, I just bought 30,000 yuan.

Xia Xiaomu was inexplicably upset.
To be continued...