Marvel Road to Survival

Chapter 159 The exhibition ends

Qiao Qi's eyes were dazzled. The boy disappeared. The driver drove the luxury car steadily and arrived at the hotel where he was staying.

After Qiao Qi settled down, the driver asked him if he wanted to eat something first. Qiao Qi refused. He had just spoken with Wen Qing on the phone. The boss was adjusting the lighting in the exhibition hall. As a model employee, how could he not be present when the boss was working? .

In an ancient building next to a square in Rome, there is a historic gallery. It is now the property of the couple. The exhibition hall is very large and has been rearranged to display silk ink paintings with oriental characteristics.

Wen Qing received Qiao Qi warmly, gave him a greeting gift from a foreigner, and hugged him.

"Let me introduce to you, this is Mr. Wilson Fisk, and this is Mrs. Vanessa Fisk."

Qiao Qi was stunned when he looked at the tall and powerful bald man. This big guy of at least pounds looked familiar, and the tall and elegant girl next to him also looked familiar.

Someone next to "Huo" was sneering.

The boy in the hoodie appeared again: "You still want to turn a fight with these two things into friendship?"

"I want to eat shit"

The expression on the boy's face was very sarcastic, and he gave Jozy his middle finger. Qiao Qi frowned. He could no longer tell whether this was reality, an illusion, or a dream. He just felt that he was upset and wanted to vent.

"Perhaps I respect this character in my heart. In the final analysis, it was me who started the war. This is a feeling of guilt." The hooded boy curled his lips and shook his head.

Seeing Qiao Qi in a daze, Wen Qing stretched out her hand and waved it in front of him: "Hey, what are you stunned for?"

"Oh, I'm sorry, I'm a little tired, a little in a daze, and I'm not jet-lagged yet," Qiao Qi woke up and hurriedly explained.

Fisk, who was in a white suit, spoke very authentically and had no special pronunciation of Spanish. He stretched out his generous palm to shake hands with Qiao Qi. His smile was warm and he inadvertently revealed a hint of honesty, and his eyes when he looked at Vanessa were... Contains love.

This is a good guy, friendly and genuine.

Shaking hands with Vanessa, the lady motioned for Qiao Qi to kiss the back of her hand. Qiao Qi secretly glanced at Wen Qing and expressed that he did not dare to kiss his wife's hand in front of this macho man.

Fisk chuckled and said: "My wife is half British, and her mother is from a noble family. They like this kind of etiquette."

Qiao Qi concentrated his mind and stopped thinking about the hooded boy for the time being. The purpose of his coming was to help Wen Qing. With Qiao Qi joining in, everything was quickly arranged to perfection. He could quickly grasp other people's aesthetics and do what he wanted. After making adjustments, it took less than an hour to arrange the hanging paintings and adjust the lighting to a level that both the boss and the customer were satisfied with.

The dinner was held at the home of Mr. and Mrs. Fisk. It was said to be a home, but in fact it was a garden castle on the outskirts of Rome, which was also the property of this boss. During the dinner, everyone exchanged glasses, and the couple could communicate smoothly in Chinese. Everyone was in tune with each other. Mr. Fisk drank two more glasses and soon became drunk.

The agent of Yi Wen Gallery also came. She was an aunt in mid-s. She was from the north. She had met Wen Qing when she held an art exhibition in the capital in her early years. This industry leader with wide contacts could lead Art Playing in Wen Gallery is not easy either.

During this period, Qiao Qi went to the bathroom. Unexpectedly, Mrs. Vanessa also came over. She was touching up her makeup on the sink. She kept looking sideways at Qiao Qi who was washing his hands, and finally left a small note. Jozy at hand.

When I picked it up, I saw a series of numbers with the following words: call.

"This is so interesting. It turns out that I always thought this woman was a slut." The shadow of the hooded boy suddenly appeared in the mirror on the sink. He laughed up and down, as if he had remembered something interesting.

"That's right, that's right, this woman made us fascinated in the first place."

Qiao Qi was stunned. She was indeed haunted by a ghost. This was Rome. How about going to the Vatican early tomorrow morning to ask for some holy water or something.

"Don't think about it. I can crush the Vatican here with one hand, and you can do it too. Dude, this is fake, it's fake. So, come back quickly. I'm afraid I won't wake up again. The idiot who controls the body outside will kill him. If it’s broken, then you’re really dead.”

The boy looked resentful and his expression was wrinkled.

Qiao Qi suddenly became expressionless, and his temperament changed suddenly, as if he suddenly turned into a supreme existence that ignored life: "This is real, more real than the real world."

There was fire in his eyes: "I created all this"

"I'm suffering from the second grade disease again. My schizophrenia is too severe." The boy looked disgusted and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.

Qiao Qi returned to the dining table, indicating that he was a little tired and wanted to go back to rest. Wen Qing said goodbye to the host and took the three employees back to the hotel. They would go to the battlefield tomorrow.

On the way back, Qiao Qi told Wen Qing what he had experienced. He said that he might have seen a ghost. However, Boss Wen and Mr. Bai both thought that he was mentally weak or a little depressed.

So, Qiao Qi was given a prescription at a local clinic. Boss Wen rewarded her with a lot of money, and Qiao Qi got a lot of antidepressant drugs.

The advertising and promotion effect of the art exhibition was very good, and some foreigners even came to Rome specifically for some of the paintings in this first exhibition. Many big names in the industry are coming. Those who dare to hold an art exhibition in Rome mean they are absolutely confident and are not afraid of provocation from their peers.

Qiao Qi's works attracted many consumers and many were sold on the same day. However, what really impressed the professionals were the works by Wen Qing. Those silk ink paintings perfectly combined Chinese elements, highlighting the artistic achievements of this civilization in terms of concept, material, picture, and technique.

Yi Wen Gallery made an extraordinary move and instantly suppressed a large number of colleagues who were looking for trouble. Many media published extensive reports, stating that this is a treasure of Eastern culture that will bloom in the West.

Qiao Qi was caught in a spiral. Silk paintings were very expensive, and the prices were so high that they could scare away ordinary wealthy people. However, Qiao Qi's works were very accessible to the people, and the cheapest ones cost just a few hundred euros.

His works sold best, so he was involved in a huge amount of work. In Rome alone, Jozy worked overtime to produce nearly pictures.

Soon, after beating each other station after station, everyone formed a tacit understanding and cooperated very well. From Rome to Venice and finally Milan. Then it moved to France and the United Kingdom, and finally the four-country tour ended in Berlin.

Yiwen Gallery has gained an international reputation in the past few months and has become famous in the art circle. People in the industry call it the best oriental art. Of course, Qiao Qi's works have brought economic benefits to Yiwen.

ps: I will update this much tonight. I have already revised the manuscript. Next, the most special original setting of the book will be introduced. I will tell you quietly that the inspiration comes from Daqun, but this setting is original.

Also, it is already past twelve o'clock. Even today, this part of the pre-awakening plot will be completed on this day. Tomorrow, there will be brand new content to meet with you.

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