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Jennifer is a popular person on social platforms. After she posted the news of He Yi'an's art exhibition on social platforms last night, many people came to see the art exhibition the next day.
It's rare for He Yi'an to be busy, and he's like a hardworking spinning top all day long, introducing his paintings to various people.
Although he was tired, he was very satisfied in his heart. Even though many people only regarded the art exhibition as a check-in place for emerging Internet celebrities, He Yi'an still met a lot of people who knew art.
After a long time, when He Yi'an was about to lock the door and go to eat, three people suddenly appeared at the door of the art exhibition.
"Is this He Yi'an's art exhibition? We want to go in and take a look."
Most of Jennifer's followers are young teenagers and girls, while the three men in front of them all seem to be approaching middle age, but they are all dressed in extremely fashionable clothes.
He Yi'an felt that the person standing in the middle looked very familiar, his eyes paused for three seconds, and his expression suddenly became a little excited.
"I am He Yi'an, and this is my painting exhibition."
What made He Yian, who has always been indifferent, so excited was precisely because this man was a well-known master in the Belgian art world, and he was famous for collecting paintings.
He Yi'an was very excited that this collector could appear here, the chain doors stopped, and he opened the door directly, welcoming: "Mr. Chekhov is welcome to visit."
As he spoke, he led the three of them into the art exhibition.
"Do you know who I am?"
Chekov smiled and looked at He Yi'an.
He Yi'an nodded, "I often hear Mr.'s name in school."
I heard that this gentleman has collected many precious and famous paintings, and even many of them that can be put in the museum are in his hands.
Many artists will be praised by Mr. Chekov as an honor.
Chekov walked around by himself, and the two men behind him were his assistants.
Halfway through the shopping, Chekov stopped in front of a painting, and He Yian hurriedly stepped forward to explain the painting to him. In his heart, it was already a great honor for Mr. Chekov to show interest in what he said.
However, after listening to He Yi'an's explanation, Chekov nodded slowly, and said: "I see, I have decided on this painting."
Hearing this sentence suddenly, He Yi'an thought he was dreaming, and subconsciously asked, "What did you say?"
Chekov nodded to the assistant behind him, and the assistant skillfully handed out a business card.
"There is an address and phone number on it, just send it according to this address. The old rule is to get the painting first, and then give the money."
"Of course, of course."
Mr. Chekhov walked around for a while and asked about a few works, but only one was finally settled on.
When Mr. Chekov was about to leave the exhibition hall, He Yi'an couldn't help asking: "Mr. Chekov, how did you know that there is an art exhibition here? Did you pass by?"
Mr. Chekov ordered a painting and was in a good mood, so he told him the reason directly.
"I have a friend on social media. He has good taste. He posted a picture of your work. I thought it was good. I rushed back from another country just to see your art exhibition."
After finishing speaking, Mr. Chekov patted He Yi'an on the shoulder, and said earnestly: "Young man, develop well. At your age, you can have such a work. You have a bright future. Don't worry."
After speaking, Mr. Chekov left the exhibition hall with his assistant.
He Yi'an probably knew which social platform Chekov was talking about. He found Chekov's account on that platform. He didn't follow many people. In just 30 minutes, He Yi'an found Chekov's friends. The account that posted his work.
esshmeolnldey.
A string of strange English words seemed to be gibberish.
The avatar is also a geometric pattern that cannot be seen clearly, and the identity of the account owner cannot be discerned at all.
The account posts are full of artistic photos. Although the content is not much, the number of fans is very objective, which is nearly one million.
The latest picture is He Yi'an's work, the painting called "Deviant".
The paintings are hung on a white wall, which looks simple and advanced.
The moment He Yi'an saw this painting, he understood the identity of the account owner.
"Deviating from the Orthodoxy"painting, which he sold to a young student today.
The student was obviously an art student, and he talked freely about what he said, and had his own unique insights.
He Yi'an saw that his financial conditions were not very good, but he felt that he had met a bosom friend, so he directly gave him the painting as a gift.
He Yian followed the account and left a message under his latest blog post.
He Yi'an: [Thank you for your appreciation, it is my honor to meet a bosom friend for such a good painting. ¡¿
Ding dong.
The system's notification sounded.
Shelley pushed away the cat lying on his lap, he took the phone, and glanced at it.
New fans, new comments.
Shelley's dark green eyes stayed on the profile picture of He Yi'an's account, and he chuckled softly.
Such an avatar that does not conceal one's identity should only be used by people like He Yi'an.
He glanced at the paintings hanging on the wall, picked up the wine glass, and drank it up.
The man's Adam's apple rolled up and down due to swallowing, lazy but sexy.
In this world, there is nothing he wants but cannot get.
He chuckled softly, raised his phone, and turned on the camera
He Yi'an didn't see the new information on his phone until he took a new visitor to visit the exhibition hall.
is the social platform he used just now.
The platform can not only release public messages, but also send private messages to each other.
That account sent him a picture, and He Yi'an opened it in doubt, and the scene he saw next made his breath condense slightly.
In the picture, "Deviant" which he had just sold not long ago was hanging on the white wall. The man in front of the picture didn't show his whole face when he took a selfie, only showing a narrow and evil eye .
Dark green eyes with a provocative smile in them.
Such beautiful eyes as emeralds, He Yi'an has only seen one person in his life, and he had only seen that person not long ago.
It was Shelley who refused to sell him The Deviant.
This account turned out to belong to Shelley?
So if you say that
The gentle look on He Yi's face suddenly turned cold.
Thinking of the student who bought the painting, thinking about it now, it must have been his means.
The provocative eyes of the man in the photo seem to be saying.
Even if you want to, I got this painting, what can you do?
[The author has something to say]
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