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The next day, breakfast time.

Strangely, Yuanzhou didn't see the lively figure of Wuhai. Could it be that he hadn't woken up yet?

Neither. Regarding eating, Wuhai's biological clock is never sloppy, not even setting an alarm clock.

Thinking of Wuhai's uncontrolled eating so much yesterday, Zheng Jiawei did not stop, Yuan Zhou guessed if there were any activities that must be attended.

After thinking about it, Yuanzhou didn't care. What's wrong can be thick and thick.

At the end of breakfast, Yuanzhou's strange bell rang again.

When there was a phone call, Yuanzhou talked about the caller ID and it was Zheng Jiawei.

"What happened to Jiawei?" Yuan Zhou asked after he connected.

"Cough, no big deal, except that Xiao Hai is in the hospital again. This time, she will be discharged in two or three days, but she still has to trouble Boss Yuan."

"A lumbar injury has recurred?" Yuanzhou thought. Could it be that he was too happy to go back and started to twist again.

"It is supported by eating. The doctor said that raising it for two days and eating something light will do." Zheng Jiawei tried to keep his tone steady.

God knew that when he returned to the studio yesterday, after explaining all the precautions, he planned to leave, Wu Hai immediately fell, scared Zhou Xi and Zheng Jiawei and jumped to the hospital.

Upon inspection, after learning about the situation, Zheng Jiawei froze. When eating, there was nothing abnormal!

Zhou Xi thought so: "This can only be done by Wumen eaves. Put it on me, I definitely can't."

"Hold it up?" Yuan Zhou repeated, still a little unbelievable.

Wuhai stayed? This is a mysterious thing.

"It's okay." Yuanzhou quickly added.

"Thank you, Mr. Yuan, for your concern. There is nothing wrong with Xiaohai, but you still need to trouble Boss Yuan these two days." Zheng Jiawei said.

After hanging up the phone, Yuanzhou was silent for a minute. "Without my insight, I didn't see that Wuhai was eating and bracing at the time. What kind of strength and stomach is this?"

After Yuanzhou sighed, he began to study the prototype of the cake house.

Gaze turned to the hospital.

Shortly after hanging up the phone in Yuanzhou, Zheng Jiawei received a call from Christie's auction house. The previously carved water puppet 108 by Yuanzhou and Wuhai's 108 paintings created by Yuanzhou's carving will be auctioned in Italy tomorrow night. Now, I invite the author to go there. Yuanzhou definitely has no time. Only Wuhai does it.

"Hello, is this Mr. Zheng? I'm Casilla, the director of the Italian office of Christie's Auction House. I have contacted you before and I will confirm the flight number. Mr. Wu's paintings and Mr. Yuan's carvings will be It will be auctioned. "A gentle girl, who speaks Chinese, obviously has a good accomplishment, but still mixed with some Italian accents.

"I'm Zheng Jiawei, Ms. Casilla, I'm very sorry! Mr. Wu can't come tomorrow." Zheng Jiawei's tone apologized.

Before Yuanzhou thought, Zheng Jiawei didn't stop Wuhai, and then let him eat. Is there any activity? It is true. He originally said that he would attend the auction.

"What's the matter?" Cassila hesitated. The call had been confirmed this time because the schedule had been arranged before.

"Hospitalized," Zheng Jiawei said.

"Uh ... didn't Mr. Wu just leave the hospital yesterday?" Casira said.

Zheng Jiawei said: "Well, then I was hospitalized again today. I have been in poor health recently and need to rest in the hospital. I ca n’t travel far and I am sorry to be unable to participate in this auction."

"That's really regrettable. Mr. Wu should take care of his body. I heard that the painter is all about creating and doesn't eat or sleep. I hope Mr. Wu can eat more food, which will be better soon." The second language is Italian. There is no way to express it. The meaning is too complicated to speak in her simple Chinese level.

"... Well, thank you Ms. Casilla for your concern, and thank you very much for your invitation." Zheng Jiawei thanked her fluently as usual.

The two sides of the business blew each other before they could hang up.

"Xiao Hai, your painting and the sculpture of Boss Yuan will be auctioned tomorrow night, and your body will not be able to go." Zheng Jiawei looked at Wu Haidao, who was bored on the bed.

"What about you." Wu Hai asked Zheng Jiawei if he hadn't.

"Suddenly there are two activities here, so I have no skills, only the caller can let Zhou Xi come to see." Zheng Jiawei said.

"Oh, Zhou Xi can go, and let those foreigners have a good look at the things in our country." Wuhai was a bit weak.

In fact, I don't want to think about it. It is Zheng Jiawei's ability to arrange for going to Italy. How can there be unexpected delays? To put it plainly, Zheng Jiawei wants to take care of the sick Wuhai.

But Zheng Jiawei didn't say this because he was afraid that Wuhai was unhappy, because Wujue was very interested in this joint auction with Yuanzhou sculpture.

Of course, on the other hand, Wuhai also trusted Zheng Jiawei very much and would not doubt Zheng Jiawei's words.

"Will Xiaohai let Zhou Xi broadcast live to you tomorrow?" Zheng Jiawei asked.

Wu Hai thought for a moment and nodded.

This lack of spirit has nothing to do with hospitalization, mainly because Wuhai feels pushed into the hospital. This is one of the most shameful things in the history of rice buckets.

Besides, Wu Hai is the owner of the golden rice bucket!

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Zhou Xi came to Italy with Zheng Jiawei's instructions.

"This time I will not let Umen eaves and Zheng Ge disappointed." Zhou Xi riveted.

Italy at night is full of strong exoticism. The Italian office of Christie's is located in Rome, which is known as the 'Eternal City'.

Rome is the birthplace of ancient Rome. It has a history of more than 2,500 years and has a long history. There are marks left by history everywhere. It is a city full of traces of time.

I won't introduce the scenery along the road, because Zhou Xi didn't come to travel, and hurried to her destination.

The door of the auction house has begun to be lively, and many celebrities have come in for Christie's fame.

The well-dressed and elegant guests each walked in politely through the magnificent door with invitations.

However, there are a group of people who look very special and wear a very regular, but always feel incompatible with other guests.

"You're here too, aren't you going to the Morris Art Exhibition in London?" Kermasi was slightly surprised to see Levenhoek appear here.

You should know that the Morris art exhibition is held every ten years, and the gold content is quite high. Lewin Hook was thinking about wanting to participate in this art exhibition two years ago to see if new seeds appeared.

Kemasi, as everyone in the Italian art scene, is his home field, and it is reasonable that he appears here.

"You didn't go there. Wherever there are black paintings, there is me. After all, it is our hope in the European painting world, and I have received news that this is the most satisfactory work of Wu this year, even more than" Monster Food ". Levin Hook glanced at the pretending Kmasi.

"No problem, so does Mr. Lewinhoek have an invitation?" Kmassi smiled with a smile on his face.

The auction will have many properties, for example, there is an online invitation letter, as long as the information is filled in on the Internet, you can enter the venue, as well as on-site asset verification, and this is an invitation letter issued in advance.

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