"Someone will take care of Huang Baoding's matter, you should take a look at this invitation first."
Song Yun took an envelope, opened it, and found it was actually from the Hua Country Art Association.
"I don't understand painting either, why invite me?"
Song Yun scratched the back of his head and questioned, "If they just want me to show up and add prestige to the art exhibition, then forget it, I'm pretty busy recently."
"It's not up to me to decide, do you still remember that calligraphy master, Liu Changqing? The invitation specifically requested your attendance."
Old Master Ouyang said with a smile, "Old Liu mentioned, since your calligraphy is 'unprecedented and never to be duplicated,' your painting skills must not be lacking!"
"After all, calligraphy and painting have always been intimately connected."
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"But I'm really not interested in this."
Song Yun sighed and said, "Besides, I know nothing about painting. Isn't it allowed for people to specialize these days?"
"Hahahaha, I advise you to go, it's better that way. Every literary person is so lofty, even I dare not provoke them."
Old Master Ouyang burst into laughter upon seeing Song Yun's deflated expression.
"Forget it, less trouble is better than more. I'll go!"
Song Yun slapped the table and declared, "But I've already arranged to meet with Qing Qing today. If I can't bring her along, then consider it as if I never agreed."
"You shouldn't say that. Old Liu has already anticipated your anticipation; he said that as long as you're willing to go, any condition will be agreed upon."
Old Master Ouyang, with his hands crossed over his lower abdomen, chuckled and said, "It's getting late. I've already arranged your guesthouse pass for you, so go pick up Qing Qing and attend the art exhibition. As for the handover of the horse head statues and the courtyard houses, leave that to Huang Baoding."
"You just want to see me make a fool of myself, don't you..."
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Song Yun gloomily picked up the pass from the table.
Seizing the moment Old Master Ouyang pretended to be angrily reaching to hit him, Song Yun dashed out like a wisp of smoke.
"Baoding, you've followed me for many years, how could you be used by such a low-level tactic."
After Song Yun had left the study, Old Master Ouyang's expression changed slightly as he said indifferently, "Have you, having been by Song Yun's side for so long, forgotten your once vigilant nature? If that's the case, you better come back."
"It's my fault this time, and I've caused trouble for you and President Song!"
"Many people are watching Song Yun, eager to tarnish his reputation. I hope there won't be a next time."
Old Master Ouyang sighed, "And do you really think that uploading the video on the internet was someone attempting to become famous? There are people behind this! I, too, want to know who is behind them, finding loopholes to follow you!"
...
Unaware of the conversation between the two men in the study, Song Yun drove to the red walls, passed through numerous checks, and arrived at the entrance of the guesthouse.
At that moment, Ye Qingqing was standing on the steps, looking forward eagerly. Although the two had not been separated for long, Ye Qingqing, being pregnant, felt an overwhelming desire to cling to her husband at all times due to hormonal influences.
"Oh my little ancestor, take it easy when you run!"
As soon as Song Yun parked the car, he saw Ye Qingqing scurrying towards him.
He quickly walked over to steady her.
"Aww, are you worried about me, or the baby in my belly?"
Ye Qingqing said dreamily with a smile, "Don't worry, the doctor has already given me a thorough check-up. Both the baby and I are very healthy. As long as there's no vigorous exercise, there won't be any problems."
"That's good, that's very good."
Song Yun took Ye Qingqing's small hand, and the two of them got back into the car.
Ye Qingqing leaned against Song Yun's shoulder and rubbed back and forth for a while before seriously sniffing his clothes for a long time.
"It seems you've been behaving well lately, let me reward you!"
Ye Qingqing propped Song Yun's head and planted a firm kiss on him.
"Where are we going later?"
"We're going to an art exhibition. I was thinking of taking you shopping, but an elder invited us, and it would be rude not to go."
Song Yun started the car and said, "It's also a good opportunity to expose our baby in my belly to some art."
"Hahaha, but he can't see anything yet!"
The two of them chatted and laughed on their way to the venue of the art exhibition.
The exhibition was held at the Forty-nine City Art Center.
Most of the guests were famous masters in the industry, bringing their most satisfying works for display, including the old master Liu Changqing.
Although Liu Changqing's primary job was as a calligrapher, he grew up among cultural figures, and through interactions, he had developed his own expertise in ink and wash paintings.
After presenting the invitation card, Song Yun led Ye Qingqing into the art center.
The space designated for the exhibition spanned about a thousand square meters, with paintings hanging on all four walls.
Among them, not only were there ink paintings but also some outstanding Western oil paintings.
The works displayed for appreciation here could be said to be one in a hundred.
These included not only pieces by famous artists but also those by obscure painters.
This art exhibition began a nationwide evaluation several months before its opening. All submitted works had their names concealed, and only after several rounds of scoring by the judges, were the top-scoring pieces allowed to be exhibited.
However, when it comes to art, everyone has different opinions. Some people like Western paintings, while others have a preference for ink wash, leading to almost physical fights among some judges during the scoring process.
Song Yun walked with Ye Qingqing through the exhibition for a while, and to be honest, he thought the paintings displayed today were very nice, but if asked what exactly was nice about them, he really couldn't articulate it!
After all, he didn't have a shred of artistic cell in his body.
In contrast, Ye Qingqing was able to give a brief critique on every piece, appearing to be quite the insider.
People like Song Yun, who were essentially there to make up the numbers, were not in the minority. After all, some of these paintings were for sale, and it was necessary to invite wealthy people to support the event.
Throughout the exhibition, Song Yun saw plenty of bosses circling around the Western oil paintings.
It wasn't that they disliked ink paintings, but rather, most of the oil paintings were of the human body with quite bold depictions.
If these were displayed outside, they would definitely be castigated by parents.
But today was an art exhibition, giving these bosses a legitimate opportunity to look on.
Watching them gather around and critique a nude as if they were connoisseurs, Song Yun wanted to laugh.
They didn't understand a damn thing; they were just cloaking their lecherous interests in the guise of art!
"Ding! Host detected at Forty-nine City Art Center, would you like to check in?"
This sudden voice took Song Yun by surprise. Right, he had never checked in at the art center before!
"Check in!"