Rebirth Business Woman: Major General, You Have Lost Again

M country also made this kind of art exchange quite casual, not as grand and formal as in China, and it was over with a few seals and a brand name in the lobby of the office building.

Wu Hua is obviously used to this kind of occasion, and after pulling a group of people to the scene, he ran to the smoking area to have a good time, completely freeing them.

So when a group of dignitaries and the ambassador surrounded him, he realized that his students had caused trouble as soon as they entered the arena, and they were going to PK on the spot.

"The teacher doesn't seem to be worried at all." Qin Qing smelled the faint smell of cigarettes and alcohol on the other person's body, and knew what this person did just now, so she couldn't help asking curiously.

This group of students from country X can occupy the most central position in the door, and the person in charge behind them must be quite powerful. Fortunately, this person can still walk over and sit next to her leisurely as a transparent person.

"It's okay, Junsen must have negotiated the terms. The better the position of this kind of art booth, the more expensive it is. We usually don't pay for it." Wu Hua explained while smacking his mouth, obviously the addiction to cigarettes has not passed, thinking The saved money can save a lot of time, and he said in a good mood: "So every time you enter the venue, as long as our president puts on a bad face, someone will come to give you the booth. Don't pack your things, it's right here Just wait, the venue will be changed later."

Wu Hua's words made Qin Qing a little bit dumbfounded, and after a long time of arguing, it turned out that all this was a double reed.

That black man is also the main force of the art department, and he is good at oil painting. After a while, he brought over a dozen packages of things, big and small, and the posture he opened was very interesting.

Bo Ling also chose oil painting, adjusted the color palette and started to paint. When the canvas was filled, the black students just started to paint.

In addition to being amazed at the speed of Boling's hands, the black contestants were shocked by the scenery of the Los Angeles suburbs presented on the canvas, and they immediately nodded and admitted defeat.

Afterwards, Boling's painting was sold to a local wealthy businessman on the spot, and the other party said with emotion, "You must love this place very much. You have lived here for a long time to capture such a beautiful picture. I think the price is far from Nothing compares to your love for Los Angeles."

After singing the praises, the businessman left with the painting as if it was a treasure, making everyone in the student union behind him laugh.

"Haha, if he knew that this was just drawn by Bo Ling casually, he would definitely feel sorry for the thirty thousand dollars he spent." Wu Hua covered his stomach and laughed out of shape, seeing the puzzled eyes of the girl beside him , he restrained himself a little, "Oh, you don't know yet, Bo Ling has the talent of instantly remembering images, as long as it is what kind of picture, it will be stored in the mind after seeing it, and the details are exactly the same. This This kind of talent has made her attainments in painting, and it is even more amazing at the gambling table."

Qin Qing thought that Xiang Le's quick calculation eyesight was exaggerated enough, but never thought that Bo Ling also had similar abilities. One is to be able to quickly guess the opponent's card changes on the field, and the other is to be able to remember the order of the cards. There is no doubt that what a strong team Qin Wan has gathered among the people.

After being successfully transferred to the middle booth, Wu Hua resumed being a teacher and used his communication skills to get a lot of sponsors.

"Hey, Huo, you are still as smart as ever, there are always idiots who will get into your trap." The neighbor who had fooled the black brother just now greeted Huo Junsen.

"Long time no see." Huo Junsen, as the president, joined the ranks of diplomacy in due course, chatting with his white friends standing on both sides of the closed line.

"Hey, I heard that Bai Gong's ambassador will be here today. Recently, he likes Chinese culture very much. You can seize the opportunity." Ask Huo Junsen for a copybook, but the latter politely refuses.

As soon as he turned around, Huo Huhu called everyone into a small meeting.

"Calligraphy? I haven't learned this. I was still writing English two years ago. My Chinese characters are similar to those of a dog."

"There are many copybook calligraphy in the mainland of China. My dad privately asked a teacher to teach me for a few days, but it was too difficult."

…For students living in Macau, writing Portuguese is more convenient than Chinese characters, and calligraphy is rarely practiced.

In the end, a few people were selected and tried a few words with the canvas, but the effect was only mediocre.

"Hey, I remember that Qin Qing's handwriting is beautiful, why don't you ask her?" Xiang Le looked at it for a long time, then suddenly reached out to touch Huo Junsen.

The latter was startled, then looked at the girl's empty and lifeless eyes, and frowned inaudibly, "Forget it, it's just in case, we'll see the situation later."

Xiang Le shrugged and said nothing, and went back to work to get sponsorship.

When the event came to an end, the venue was still buzzing with people, as if they had received some news, and the crowd did not disperse for a long time. At dusk, when the setting sun shone through the gate of the embassy and the crystal chandelier above the hall was brightly lit, an extended car finally arrived late.

Seeing three or five bodyguards in the car escorting a figure down, everyone in the hall consciously separated a path, and some even adjusted their appearance specially, and then when the person walked in, they showed flattering faces. smile.

"Mr. Hans, you are welcome to take time out of your busy schedule to come here. The journey has been hard." The person in charge of the embassy stepped forward, bent down and extended his hand kindly.

"Don't be too polite. Recently, Bai, the palace wants to hold a banquet for foreign guests. I'm looking for an excellent juvenile art team to participate in the performance." The man responded gently and politely. He was only in his early thirties, but He has already visited many countries on behalf of country M, and has facilitated multi-party cooperation agreements. He is currently a rising star in country M's political arena.

Hearing that he was going to find a performance team for Bai Gong, the teachers from universities and colleges from various countries who came to participate in the exhibition today rushed forward to hand over their business cards as if they had been beaten with chicken blood.

"Isn't the teacher going?" Qin Qing felt that the people around her were not moving, and even the rhythm of breathing was a little hesitant, so she asked.

"Hehe, have you forgotten our identities? Bai, in a place like the palace, without instructions from above, you can't act rashly." Wu Hua squeezed out a smile slightly stiffly, looking at his lonely student, he was also worried. feel bad. What they did behind the scenes was not visible, and when they entered and exited the White House, their backgrounds would definitely be investigated on important occasions such as the White Palace. They dared not gamble, nor could they afford to gamble.

However, "I heard that there is a Macau team here." Hans' voice faintly resounded in the crowd, and after a while, the road parted again, and a man in a black suit walked towards the booth in the middle .