The Little Brat’s Sweet And Sassy

Chapter 647 True and False (Second)

Ning Li got up.

Fu Niannian and Tang Yi looked at each other and gave Ning Li a thumbs up.

"Little Junior Sister is indeed the most powerful!"

After the news of Yan Qiu's illness and hospitalization spread, many people in the Wuyuan actually started to move.

After all, being able to become Shen Zhijin's assistant is a rare opportunity.

Even if it is only temporary, it is enough to prove your excellence. If you take out this resume in the future, it will definitely add luster.

But in the eyes of Fu Niannian and Tang Yi, of course, Ning Li is the best choice.

Little Junior Sister's scientific research ability is unparalleled, her German is good, her personality is also low-key and calm, careful and rigorous.

There is more suitable than her! ?

Ning Li followed to Shen Zhijin's office.

Shen Zhi wanted to cut to the chase:

"Ning Li, as you know about Yan Qiu's situation, he will need to be hospitalized for about a week. I hope you can temporarily take over his work during this time."

Ning Li didn't expect that Shen Zhijin actually chose her.

Shen Zhijin continued:

"I will handle some of the content myself, and the remaining parts that you are more familiar with or can cover will be distributed to you, so you don't have to worry about not being able to do it. In addition, during this time, it will be the same as Yan Qiu's. The standard will give you subsidies and remuneration. Think about it.”

Ning Li blinked.

As Fu Niannian and Tang Yi said, this is an opportunity that many people can't ask for.

But now, Shen Zhijin not only gave her the opportunity, but also specially gave "preferential conditions".

The corners of her lips curled up:

"Teacher Shen, speaking of this, Senior Brother Yan Qiu and I have equal pay for equal work?"

Graduate students and doctors are all subsidized, and the state fixed it for some, and the boss is free to reissue it.

Therefore, their overall monthly "salary" is still up to the boss to decide.

Based on Ning Li's understanding of Yan Qiu and the others, the subsidy given by Shen Zhijin was the highest in the hospital.

In addition, they often do projects and publish papers, and a few of them really keep a small treasury.

Hearing this, Shen Zhijin also laughed, and the smile spread on Jun Xiu's bright and clean face.

"Yes."

He handed out the sealed document bag.

Ning Li took it with both hands:

"Teacher Shen rest assured, I will do my best during this time."

Shen Zhijin smiled and nodded.

"Um."

Ning Li took over Yan Qiu's position temporarily and became Shen Zhijin's assistant.

Many people are envious when they know it, but they also know that Ning Li does have this ability, and they can only feel that the one who can be favored by the boss is still the boss.

Although Ning Li is only a freshman, her scientific research ability is not weaker than Yan Qiu and the others. In addition, her German is also very good, so she quickly got started.

Shen Zhijin's tasks, including translating materials, communicating with all parties, supervising and promoting the progress of various projects, etc., she has done impeccably.

This time, along with the final voices of doubt, also dissipated.

This afternoon, Ning Li was in class when she received news from Wei Songzhe.

[Wei Songzhe: Sister Li, your painting of "The Seventeenth Night" is going to be auctioned again? 】

Ning Li was stunned.

"The Seventeenth Night" was an oil painting she sold last year, when it was sold by a mysterious buyer at a price of 3.7 million.

After all, it's been a year and a half.

If a painting that has already been sold appears on the market again, the most likely reason is that the original seller chose to auction it again.

This is actually a very normal situation, but for Ning Li, it is the first time.

——All her paintings that were successfully auctioned before have never been resold again.

So when this happened this time, Wei Songzhe contacted her as soon as possible.

Ning Li glanced at the podium, put away her phone, got up quietly, and went out through the back door.

College classrooms are relatively free, not to mention the teachers in the Academy of Physics like Ning Li very much.

The professor who gave the lecture glanced at her, said nothing, and continued the lecture.

Ning Li walked out of the classroom, chose a quiet corner of the corridor, and called Wei Songzhe back.

Picked up quickly there.

"Miss Li?"

Ning Li asked bluntly:

"Where did you get the news?"

Wei Songzhe said:

"A gallery. I passed by their door today, took a look at their promotional leaflet, and saw your painting in the catalogue. I'm still wondering, Miss Li, your painting was obviously lost last year. It's already been sold, could it be that the previous buyer took it out and resold it?"

Ning Li pondered for a moment.

"I am also not certain."

In fact, she doesn't think so.

From her first painting "The Kiss" to the present, in the past few years, all the paintings she sold were bought anonymously.

Although there is no evidence, she always has an inexplicable intuition in her heart: those paintings should be collected by the same person.

And, very subtly, she felt that the person should not easily resell her paintings.

This feeling is inexplicable, even she herself can't tell, how could she have such an idea.

But there is.

So when Wei Songzhe said that "The Seventeenth Night" was going to be auctioned again, her first reaction was not to believe it.

She paused and asked:

"When will the auction of this painting at Yitang Gallery be held?"

"It will officially start tomorrow. I think they will hold this exhibition for a week."

Yitang Gallery is quite famous in Beijing, and the scale and specifications of the exhibitions held are first-class.

To put it simply, the gallery is responsible for collecting outstanding paintings from all over the country and putting them together for exhibition, attracting people from all walks of life to come and appreciate them.

If you like it, you can ask for a bid.

The gallery will take a portion of the painting's transaction price as a commission, acting as a middleman.

For many painters, it is an extremely rare affirmation that their works can be selected by a gallery.

But because this painting Ning Li had been sold before, she didn't know about the situation this time.

Ning Li said:

"I see."

Rongyue Mansion, master bedroom.

Lu Huaiyu just woke up, half leaning on the head of the bed with his eyes closed, his posture languid.

Some messy black hair hangs down at will, and the lines from the brow bone to the bridge of the nose are smooth and perfect.

He held his phone and listened to the person across from him.

For a moment, he opened his eyes.

""Seventeenth Night"?"

His voice still sounded a little hoarse, sloppy and arrogant,

"That's fake."

Cheng Xiyue was surprised:

"How are you so sure?"

When he saw that Yitang Gallery was going to auction the painting, he was quite happy and made this phone call to Lu Huaiyu.

Who knew that Lu Huai and Zhang Kou said it was fake.

Lu Huai and Lanlan said:

"It's really in my hands now, where did the second "Seventeenth Night" come from?"

Cheng Xiyue was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help saying:

"Then maybe you read it wrong, and the one in your hand is the fake one?"

Lu Huai chuckled lightly.

"How could I admit I was wrong."