The taxi stops outside the lobby of Linjiang hotel. Wearing a long black retro dress, the woman with a dark black shawl opens the door and comes out. The black Demu immediately jumps down.


    Cheng immediately pulled the dog rope in his hand, bent down and touched his head with a smile.


    "Be good, we have to work."


    At the end of the speech, she raised her head and walked slowly into the lobby under the respectful salute of the doorman.


    As soon as you enter the door, you can smell the faint aroma of coffee in the air.


    Cheng side eye, soon see the left side cafe, sitting in the corner of the woman.


    "Hello, curator Lin. I''m Gu Cheng, Mr. Hua Weiming''s assistant."


    Cheng took the initiative to sit in the past, friendly handed the business card.


    "So you are Miss Gu, Lin Anzhi."


    Lin Anzhi reports to her family and looks up at Gu Cheng with a little surprise. In fact, as soon as she enters the door, out of the keen sense of the curator''s profession, she sees this woman.


    Wearing posture is very elegant, but at the same time, it also gives people a sense of age after years of precipitation.


    To be honest, if a woman''s voice didn''t sound very young, she even thought it was the haircut wife of a plutocrat.


    Seems to have noticed his expression is too surprised, Lin Anzhi gently smile, he eased the embarrassment.


    "I''m really sorry, because I''ve met Weiming before. I thought his assistant would be a fresh graduate."


    After all, even Hua Weiming himself is a student majoring in painting, and this is the first time he has exhibited his works in public.


    "From a professional point of view, I''m really new." Gu Cheng smiles and is not shy of covering up her lack of experience in relevant majors.


    "So there are many things I don''t understand. I hope you will give me your advice at that time." Gu Cheng said as he took out the document and handed it to the other side.


    "My boss''s painting will be delivered in three days. This is our contract about time confirmation..."


    Gu Cheng is a complete layman, but he is careful, patient and has a good attitude. He neither flatters nor makes people feel arrogant and indifferent.


    When Lin Anzhi talked with her about the world, he was very impressed. After finishing his official business, he asked some personal questions involuntarily.


    "Miss Gu, where are you from? Listening to the accent, it''s a bit like our local people in Jiangcheng. "


    Unexpectedly, the woman opposite was slightly stunned and shook her head with a smile: "to be honest, I can''t remember clearly."


    Lin Anzhi: how to say that


    "Except for some minor accidents, I can''t remember many things clearly. Although I am a newcomer to Jiangcheng in my memory, the scenery here really looks very friendly."


    "Oh, I''m sorry. I''m rude." Lin Anzhi did not expect to hear such an answer, and immediately felt a little embarrassed.


    "In fact, it''s nothing. Maybe you''re right, curator Lin. I may really come from this land." Gu Cheng gave a big smile and then stood up.


    "If you have anything else to communicate with, you can contact me at any time."


    Gu Cheng got off the plane and directly came to see Lin Anzhi. He didn''t have time to go through the check-in and other related procedures.


    Lin Anzhi nodded: "OK, by the way, I don''t know if Miss Gu is interested. Come to our banquet tomorrow evening. It''s held in the name of Sichun Art Museum, because it''s the birthday of our Curator''s wife. Many guests will be invited at that time. I think Miss Gu can also take the opportunity to publicize the unknown paintings in advance."


    Huaweiming is the name that Huajun uses as a painter, so Lin Anzhi is not very clear about his origin.


    She just likes the young man''s control of color and talent in composition, and the assistant impressed her very much, so she is ready to give them a hand as much as possible.


    Gu Cheng certainly won''t refuse Lin Anzhi''s good intention, smiling and nodding: "OK, thank you very much."


    "This is the invitation. It''s on the first floor of the art gallery at eight o''clock tomorrow evening."


    Gu Cheng took the invitation. The design of the invitation was very original. Even the texture of the invitation was famous "Xue taojian". It''s a pity that the ink on it was too much. From Gu Cheng''s layman''s point of view, these two words were not very good.


    Lin Anzhi seemed to have guessed what she thought in her heart, or had been used to seeing other people''s strange eyes for a long time, smiling to win respect for her boss.


    "It was written by our curator himself. Unfortunately, he is still in practice, but he is very enthusiastic."


    "So it is," Gu Cheng nodded and took a look at the name of Guo Jiannan.


    "Si Chun, is that the name of the curator''s wife?"


    Gu Cheng, who has never talked much, unexpectedly asked more.


    Lin Anzhi didn''t think much about it. After all, it''s well known that the curator dotes on his wife."Yes, the name of Sichun art museum is indeed the name of the curator''s wife."


    "Your curator and his wife are really in love."


    Clearly is a compliment, I do not know why, Lin Anzhi always feel Gu Cheng tone a little strange.


    But she didn''t know the curator and his wife. I''m afraid she thought too much.


    Gu Cheng received the invitation to thank him, turned around, dragged his luggage and dexterous De Mu went to the front desk to check in.


    Meanwhile, at the door of the hotel, a dark black Rolls Royce is slowly approaching.


    Gu Cheng takes out his brand-new passport and hands it to the front desk of the hotel. These identity documents are entrusted by Hua Jun to Gong Shu, who borrows the identity of a local overseas Chinese daughter in London.


    Gu Cheng is not worried about Uncle Gong''s ability to handle affairs, but


    "Miss, could you please take off your hat and let us confirm?"


    The waiter looked at the photo on the passport and the solid woman covered by black gauze. For a moment, he was not sure whether it was me or not.


    Gu Cheng seems to have expected that he would have this question, and slowly took off the gauze cap on his head.


    At this moment, Demu, who used to squat beside her, seemed to feel something, and suddenly rushed out like an arrow.


    Gu Cheng had experienced it once in the cabin, so she tied the dog rope to her wrist all the time. The movement of De Mu made her pace falter.


    "Little bad! Stop


    However, no matter how she greets her, the obedient dog turns a deaf ear to this and can''t help but want to rush out. Because of the dog rope, she can''t help but "woof, woof He barked loudly.