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The next day, Henry Zhang still got up early and made breakfast.
Sylvia Lin ate a few bites in a hurry and then drove to the company. She was very nervous today. The Qian Group should have responded to the plan submitted yesterday.
Henry Zhang took out his mobile phone and made a call, asking his subordinates to investigate the Qian Group. After a minute, all the information about the Qian Group was sent to Xiao Yang¡¯s mobile phone.
Henry Zhang saw Sylvia Lin¡¯s sad look last night, and Sylvia Lin¡¯s matter was a big deal to him.
After breakfast, Henry Zhang packed up and went out.
The car drove directly to the downstairs of the company. Sylvia Lin opened the car door and walked towards the company in a hurry.
The secretary had been waiting for Sylvia Lin in the lobby early in the morning, with an anxious look on his face, "Mr. Ye, you are here."
"How's it going? Is there any news from the Qian Group?" Sylvia asked, walking straight to the elevator.
The secretary rushed ahead and pressed the elevator button for Sylvia Yunshu, "Mr. Ye, Mr. Qian has not responded for a long time. It is estimated that our plan has not been approved."
Sylvia Lin was startled, feeling like a bucket of cold water had been poured on his head, "Our plan is completely based on President Qian's requirements. What does he mean?"
"Mr. Ye, you don't have to worry. According to reliable information, although Mr. Qian has responded to several companies, he has not yet determined which company to cooperate with. We still have a chance!" the secretary said.
Sylvia Lin is a woman who refuses to admit defeat. As long as there is a glimmer of hope, she will give 99% of her efforts.
The elevator door just opened, but she didn¡¯t go in. ¡°Where is Mr. Qian now?¡±
"Mr. Ye, you" The secretary looked at Sylvia Lin with confusion.
Sylvia Lin took a deep breath, "I want to find him."
"I just received the news this morning that Mr. Qian went back to the city center to see the art exhibition this morning!" the secretary said.
Sylvia Lin asked, "Mr. Qian likes calligraphy and painting?"
"Yes, Mr. Qian likes to collect antiques, calligraphy and paintings. He will participate in every art exhibition and auction in Yinzhou." the secretary said.
Sylvia Yunshu nodded, but he didn¡¯t know much about calligraphy and painting.
There is nothing we can do now. If she doesn't fight for it once, Yunshu Group may really have no chance.
Yinzhou Art Exhibition Center.
There are many luxury cars parked at the entrance of the Convention and Exhibition Center, and nearly a thousand security personnel are nearby to protect safety.
Today¡¯s exhibition is full of priceless paintings, and the security personnel all have stern expressions. After all, this kind of thing cannot be taken lightly!
In the art exhibition center, a man about fifty years old and wearing casual clothes carefully admired the Chinese paintings hanging on the wall with his hands behind his back.
There are so many luxury cars parked at the door, most of them are here for Qian Guodong.
After all, being able to cooperate with him is a qualitative leap for any company!
This exhibition brings together the masterpieces of many famous Chinese artists, including some masterpieces by contemporary painters. The scene is huge.
Qian Guodong looked at each painting carefully with his hands behind his back, nodding his head when he saw a good painting, and shaking his head when he saw a defective painting, sighing endlessly!
The secretary following her carefully recorded Qian Guodong's attitude towards each painting.
"This" Qian Guodong stared at an ancient painting thoughtfully, "I remember seeing this painting once three years ago."
The secretary smiled and nodded, "Yes, Mr. Qian, you bought it at an auction three years ago for a high price of 3.6 million."
Qian Guodong frowned. He had obviously taken this picture three years ago, so why did another one appear exactly the same? Could it be that he had bought a fake?
The paper I have at home has turned yellow, and the ink is darker than this one.
But based on Qian Guodong¡¯s many years of experience, this painting doesn¡¯t look like a fake.
¡°Contact the organizer.¡± Qian Guodong said to his secretary.
After a while, a young man with sleek combed hair and a smart suit came over, smiled and extended his hand and said politely, "Hello, Mr. Qian, I am He Xuemin, the person in charge of this auction."
Qian Guodong pointed to a bamboo rhyme picture and asked, "Is this painting an original or a high imitation?"
"Of course they are authentic!" He Xuemin said, "Mr. Qian, all the collections on display here are authentic and have been authenticated by professional institutions. If you are interested, you can participate in our charity auction later. Paintings are among them.¡±
Qian Guodong frowned, "Authentic?"
He XueminHe was about to say something, but suddenly a woman's voice came, "Mr. Qian."
Mr. Qian followed the voice and saw Sylvia Lin standing not far away in professional attire, "Mr. Ye, what a coincidence, you come to the art exhibition too!"
Sylvia Lin approached Mr. Qian and said straight to the point, "Mr. Qian, do you think there is anything wrong with the plan we submitted to you?"
Qian Guodong smiled easily and said, "Mr. Ye, come out today and see the art exhibition. Don't talk about work."
"As for the plan you made, to be honest, it doesn't have any advantage among many competitors. We are all businessmen, and what we value is profit. If we want to cooperate, we must come up with a better plan. Otherwise, we can only say that we have nothing. fate."
Sylvia Yunshu said hurriedly, "Mr. Qian, you also know the situation of our Yunshu Group. Although this plan cannot bring you the maximum profit in the short term, it still has great market value in the long term"
Mr. Qian raised his hand and made a "stop" gesture, "Mr. Ye, I am a businessman. Sorry, I only care about short-term returns in my current investment."
"Okay, Mr. Qian, let's take a look at the art exhibition!"
Sylvia Yunshu wanted to fight for it, but Qian Guodong seemed to be really not interested in their plan. If they continued talking, Qian Guodong would be disgusted.
"The ink color of this Qing Dynasty rhyme bamboo painting by Master Zheng is a bit light!" Xiao Yang came over with a smile.
Qian Guodong suddenly turned around. It¡¯s rare to meet a confidant!
"You know how to draw?"
There are many famous paintings here, and almost all of them have no provenance. Those who can tell at a glance that they are the works of Master Zheng from the Qing Dynasty and can spot the problem are not ordinary people.
Sylvia Lin asked in confusion, ¡°Henry Zhang, why are you here?¡±
Before Henry Zhang had time to answer, another man¡¯s voice came.
"Mr. Qian, of course he understands!" A short and capable man in a suit walked in. His name is Song Zhe. He is Sylvia's number one opponent. He is determined to win the cooperation with Qian Guodong!
Qian Guodong nodded, "It can be seen that this little brother still knows about ancient paintings."
"Mr. Qian, you don't know much. This is Mr. Sylvia Ye's husband. He is a well-known son-in-law Xiao Yang in Yinzhou." Song Zhe mocked.
There was a faint smile in his eyes, and it was easy to get rid of Sylvia Lin's opponent.
Qian Guodong is very concerned about the character of his collaborators. If he knew that Sylvia Lin had a pretty face, Sylvia Lin might not even be qualified to become Song Zhe's opponent.
Qian Guodong frowned and looked at Henry Zhang, and the admiration in his eyes dimmed a bit for an instant.
If the company loses such a good opportunity because of his own problems, Sylvia Lin is really to blame.
??Looking at Henry Zhang, he doesn¡¯t look like a man who is a freeloader, but Qian Guodong is only interested in this picture of bamboo rhyme at present, ¡°Mr. Xiao, what do you think of this picture of rhyme bamboo?¡±
"What does Mr. Qian want me to see? To see what's true and what's false?" Henry Zhang smiled, then turned and left.
Qian Guodong stood there blankly. Did he meet a confidant? He wanted to get the answer from Henry Zhang, but Henry Zhang left an ambiguous answer and left, making Qian Guodong even more confused. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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