Who wants to take the civil service exam after being reborn?

Chapter 519 Happiness is Never Defined

Wang Changhua thought it made sense and actually planned to go and "demand compensation" from the French, but Chen stopped her.

Let them make a fuss behind your back; didn't you see they were having a serious talk with the cosplayer?

"Go over there and show off now."

Chen said, "Believe it or not, if Yu Xian gets angry, he'll hit you on the head with a spatula and give you a bump."

"No way."

Wang Changhua was skeptical: "Ever since Yu Meiren started dating you, I feel that her temper has changed a lot. She's been going all out to become a gentle and demure wife."

"That's just the appearance; the core hasn't changed..."

Chen was about to debate.

What are you whispering about?

Wu Yu walked over and glanced at the two boys: "They look like they're about to do something bad."

"We plan to give them some color to see."

Wang Changhua made a gesture as if she were rolling up her sleeves and going into battle.

"He's the one going, I'm not going."

Chen quickly distanced himself from the situation.

"Hmph, some people..."

Wu Yu snorted coldly: "His IQ is relatively low, but he's just a little smarter than someone with a mental disability."

Chen chuckled and continued, "But because they can still take care of themselves, they are considered normal people."

Wang Changhua looked left and right: "Who are you talking about?"

No one paid any attention, so Wu Yu was explaining to Chen Zhe the industry standing of Pace Gallery.

Chen was very surprised. This was actually a top global gallery with a permanent location of more than 3000 square meters in the capital and regularly organizing exhibitions and art promotion activities around the world.

Many of China's middle-aged painters, such as Yue Minjun and Zhang Xiaogang, have signed with Pace Gallery.

Chen Zhe and Wang Changhua did not know who "Yue Zhang" was, so Wang Changhua asked them what achievements he had made.

Wu Yu curled her lips. Last year, these two big shots' paintings sold for a total of 2.8 million yuan and 2.2 million yuan respectively.

"RMB? Or Vietnamese Dong?"

Wang Changhua couldn't believe it; what kind of lousy painting could sell for 5 million?

After all that effort, Chen didn't even earn 5 million yuan in a year, and ended up owing more than 2 million yuan in debt.

"Art is different."

Wu Yu also said, "Personal skill is the foundation, then there is market recognition, and of course, the gallery's promotion and publicity. When Yu Xian makes a name for herself in the exchange between the eight academies, and then debuts as a successor of the Lingnan School of Painting, her paintings will not be cheap."

"She has a lot of fans now."

Wu Yu pointed to the middle-aged woman carrying a Prada handbag and added, "That's Ms. Li Xianglan, the manager of Pace Gallery in China. She has a very high opinion of Cos Sister."

"I really hope that Xianmei will sign with Pace."

Wu Yu smiled and said happily, "Then I'll have achieved my life's dream!"

"What does their signing have to do with your ideals?"

Needless to say, this was Wang Changhua making sarcastic remarks again.

"You know nothing!"

Wu Yu scoffed, "My ideal is for my best friend to be rich, so she can take me out to eat and drink the best food!"

Wang Changhua blinked and suddenly patted Chen Zhe on the shoulder: "Xiao Chen, you have to work harder too. You can't let your brother lose to someone else's best friend, can you?"

"I……"

Chen remained silent for a moment.

……

After a while, probably because the cosplay girl still hadn't agreed, Li Xianglan looked somewhat helpless.

She really admired this young girl; she had a solid foundation in her skills, was very talented, was a disciple of Esther Kwan, and finally, had an impeccable face.

They were born to do this job.

Li Xianglan wanted to start packaging immediately, but Professor Guan disagreed.

Li Xianglan understood what the old lady meant.

The program cannot be wrong.

Without going through the Eight-Academy Exchange Competition, without being tempered by this touchstone, no matter how great the achievements are in the future, there will always be things that people will talk about.

It's like someone in ancient times who became an official without passing the imperial examination; no matter how outstanding their achievements, they would still be criticized for "getting an official position through connections." "Yu Xian, you should really consider us more."

Li Xianglan reluctantly advised, "I know that Tang Gallery and Duoyunxuan are also contacting you, but some of them are purely for money laundering, and their pursuit of art is not as pure as Pace's."

"I understand, thank you, Teacher Li."

Yu Xian stretched gently, her skin so slender and silky, like the smooth, tapering shape of a Song Dynasty plum vase: "I'll seriously consider it after I finish making lunch."

"That's good, that's good... What?"

Li Xianglan was startled and screamed, "How can you cook?"

This reaction startled even the cosplayer, who said blankly, "No, if we don't cook, what will we eat?"

"is not what it means!"

Li Xianglan was extremely anxious, almost to the point of jumping up and down: "I mean, how can you cook with hands like that?"

"Why not?"

As Yu Xian spoke, she took off her apron and put it on: "The old lady should eat less food from outside. Director Chen is a picky eater, and no one else knows how to cook, so I'll have to do it myself."

"Besides..."

Yu Xian deftly pinned her long, honey-colored hair, which was loosely covering her shoulders, to the back of her head with a very ordinary hairpin, and then smiled sweetly: "I also like doing housework."

Who is Director Chen?

Li Xianglan thought that a leader was coming over for a meal.

"Here~"

Yu Xuan pouted and said, "My boyfriend."

Li Xianglan sized up Chen Zhe.

Chen waved politely, but strangely, Li Xianglan didn't seem to recognize him. He wondered if she had just returned from abroad.

However, this made Li Xianglan, the head of Pace Gallery, even angrier!

However, she was very polite and didn't walk up to Chen Zhe to say disdainfully, "Man, how can you let Yu Xian's precious hands cook for you?"

She was simply trying to instill the theory in the cosplay sister: "Women should have their own careers. They shouldn't be like women in feudal times, busy in the kitchen and on the stove during the day and then lying in a cold bed at night, waiting for their husbands to come home."

"Yu Xuan, you're so talented, you should shine, you should let everyone see you, you should be the leading lady!"

Li Xianglan earnestly advised, "Even just having fun is better than cooking and washing clothes for men. You need to have the courage to step out of the constraints that society places on women."

The cosplayer didn't understand why Li Xianglan was so agitated.

I don't really understand her logic either.

As Xianmei stood on the path leading to the kitchen, sunlight covered her long eyelashes, casting a confused shadow on her delicate oval face.

It's like holding a paintbrush, suspended on the paper, not knowing how to splash ink.

"Teacher Li."

A moment later, Yu Xuan turned around and used his simple logic to explain a simple principle.

"I don't know what a 'spoiled wife' is, nor do I want to be a 'leading lady,' but I think true courage is about standing firm in your own choices, rather than being coerced into becoming the person others want you to be."

"I like cooking."

"I like the sound of pots and pans clanging."

"I also enjoy seeing Director Chen finish all the food I cook."

"Director Chen!"

Yu Xuan tilted her pointed chin up.

"To!"

Chen responded immediately.

"Go into the kitchen and help me prepare the vegetables."

"As ordered!"

Chen quickly ran into the kitchen.

"Holy crap, that's awesome! I love my boss's wife so much."

The secretary, who was playing on her phone, was lost in thought.

The paintbrush suspended on the paper suddenly wielded its brush like a dragon soaring through the clouds, and what floated in the blank spaces was not ink, but an untamed nature.

Screw your "female protagonist" and "spoiled wife" literature; that's just your definition.

But does someone else's happiness need to be defined by outsiders?
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