Report!I don't want to be an actor

Chapter 20 Warm Touch

Entering the interior of Shengshi, the two went straight with the crowd, passed a long corridor, and there were constant exclamations in front of them, which stopped abruptly in an instant.

The consultant and Yang Jian were at the back, and they could only see the jet-black heads in front of them. Yang Jian couldn't bear it anymore, he squeezed forward with his feet, asked again, and then turned around sullenly. Then came back, "Tch--I thought it was something, co-authored just a few paintings, what a fuss."

"What painting?"

"That's it." The crowd moved forward, and Yang Jian pointed to the side corridor wall and said to the consultant, "Well, it is said that it is a world-famous painting, it is messy and crooked, I can't appreciate it, but the prosperity is Really rich, our Dynasty headquarters is not so particular, just a square office building, the board's 'handwriting' is pasted everywhere, as far as their stupid writing is not as good as mine, I really think everyone cares about it. "

"Aren't you rare and pretending to appreciate it?" The consultant replied casually. He didn't know where the crowd's exclamations came from until he reached the middle of the corridor. The corridor is estimated to be 20 meters high. The tiles are covered with tiny rhinestones, and the tiles are connected with gold lines. From the middle, you can clearly see that the pattern made up of tens of thousands of tiles is the word "prosperous age". , the standard thin gold body, the handwriting is thin and strong, so thin without losing its flesh, you can also clearly see the running Teton traces of the Tibetan front and the exposed front at the turning point, even if you magnify it several times, you can still see it Expressing that calm and relaxed state of mind, I am afraid it is also written by famous masters.

Looking to the left along the corridor, you can see the famous paintings that Yang Jian mentioned just now. Even if the consultant is mentally prepared, he is also a little dazed. They are lined up from Da Vinci to Picasso, from Claude Moore From Chennai to Raphael, even the works of Qi Baishi and Zhang Daqian are hung on the corridor wall. They are simply suspended with cement nails at a height of about two meters, and there is only a glass inlaid for dustproof outside. Bi cover.

That is "Impression. Sunrise", shouldn't it be displayed in the Monet Museum in Paris?

Damn, is that The Last Supper?Haven't you been in the Santa Maria Monastery in Italy all the time!

Picasso? Matador, Boy with a Pipe?

Rao is the consultant who has always been calm, so he couldn't help but swear, "Day! This is a waste of money!" Even if he only draws pictures in his spare time, he doesn't have a deep understanding of these world famous artists, but he also knows that these casual hangings How much is the work on the corridor wall worth? The ten meter corridor wall is even more valuable than this building!Just laying it out so casually?The glass cover is so transparent and thin that it doesn't look as elaborate as the wall bricks next to it!

What the hell!

The light coming from the floor-to-ceiling windows on the right slantly shone on the corridor glowing with golden light, and the consultant's heart convulsed. No matter how deep he took a breath, he still felt extremely shocked. There were still a few people in front of him immersed in this Standing on the porch, I feel surrounded by the tens of millions of zeros in front of the RMB.

No wonder it is said that the Chu family is a nouveau riche who once became powerful, without any background, just rich.

Just looking at this posture, it is not hard to believe this. Look at the arrangement, you can either arrange it according to the year or according to the nationality, but next to this fucking Qi Baishi are Picasso paintings, and several of Picasso's paintings were They are placed in different places in a mess, with no rules at all, it all depends on the mood, what is it if it is not an upstart?

"Hiss." The consultant suddenly found a special painting.

At the very front of the corridor, at the highest place, hangs a simple painting. The reason why it is simple is that there is almost no content on it, only two small figures like matchsticks. Besides, There is only one private seal left.

Thanks to the consultant's good eyes, he could barely see it. There was only one word on the private seal, "Ze."

"This is?" The consultant carefully identified it, and confirmed that it was an ordinary painting, but it was hung on top of Da Vinci's painting. There was no glass cover, no pure wooden frame, but it was embedded Layers of color are hidden on the golden wall bricks, and if you don't observe carefully, you can hardly see it.

"Ze? Chu Ze?" The consultant suddenly thought of rumors that the relationship between Chu's father and son was extremely bad. Chu Ze was only allowed to enter the company at the age of 23. After taking over the company, he encountered difficulties from the old man, and Chu's father never helped Chu Ze. There are even rumors that Shengshi Company may be passed on to Chu Ze's cousin.

"How is it possible." The consultant shook his head, he could put such a childish painting of his son in such a place with such care, how could the Chu father want to give up Chu Ze as the rumors said, maybe there is something else hidden.

The consultant wanted to take another look, when he heard Yang Jian's voice.

"Brother Gu, why are you still here? It's all started inside." Yang Jian rushed over, dragged the consultant and walked inside, complaining as he walked, "I just went in and found a It’s a good position, but when I turned to look at you, the person disappeared, hey, that position was handed over to someone else. Gu Ge, you are really too, those things are not as important as the audition, I have to worry about it.”

"Okay, okay, I got it, the position doesn't matter, the auditions are all in order, sitting is not sitting." Yang Jian looked not tall, but he was quite strong, and the consultant who was dragging him staggered and ran forward , I didn't notice the hints in front of me.

[The steps are high, please be careful]

The audition was in a fan-shaped hall similar to a stage, and the seats were stretched from high to low. The technicians hadn't had time to turn on the lights, so apart from the light effects on the stage, the inside was pitch-black, almost Can't see anything.

When he arrived at the door, Yang Jian let go of his hand and jumped down with a "slip". The consultant didn't look carefully, and then he raised his foot to step in, and suddenly felt a feeling of suspension under his feet.

"Yang Jian?" The consultant was a little uneasy, he had already leaned forward in weightlessness, and in a panic, a force suddenly came from the waistband of his trousers, grabbing him forcefully.

"You're not young, why are you so reckless?" A cold and flat voice came from behind, and as he spoke, he pulled back and dragged the consultant out of the darkness.

The bursts of heat coming from the tailbone made the consultant a little distracted. The warm breath stayed on his skin for a few seconds with the wide palm, and then disappeared. The consultant calmed down and turned around. Turning around, he saw a pair of light blue eyes, and he lowered his head a little embarrassedly, "Thank you, President Chu."

Chu Ze looked at the consultant with a blank expression, and said, "There is no need to thank you. I just want you to stop talking. After all, coming to the audition is considered a guest. If you lose your face, we can't bear the responsibility." He carefully Glancing at the consultant, he continued, "Although you are not a person who depends on your appearance."

One of the consultants choked for a while, what do you mean by "you don't rely on your face for food"?In comparison, I really should be regarded as a powerful group, but no matter how I look at the eyes of the second president of the middle school, I feel that what he said is not what he means.

"Of course it can't compare to President Chu's face." The consultant replied politely.The smile on the corner of the mouth is perfect and impeccable, revealing eight neat teeth, just looking at it feels pleasing to the eye.

Chu Ze: "..."

Chu Ze twitched the corners of his mouth unobtrusively, and a faint smile spread to the tip of his brow, bending a little.He remembers the consultant, and he also understands the consultant's personality to some extent. He is a "good old man" at a good level, and "stupid" at a bad level. He will not refuse other people's requests, so he always makes things difficult for himself.

Just looking at the polite but alienated expression of the consultant, Chu Ze suddenly felt a little funny when he was so reckless and dared to mock him so confidently. He thought it was a cat, but he didn't expect it to be a prickly cat, so he said no Whenever you get annoyed, he will tickle you.

He subconsciously smoothed the consultant's hair.