roccoschili Chapter 152 Story
Chapter 152 Story
"Mr. Morning Wen" Qiao Qi greeted decisively.
"Okay, then, morning." The woman was stretching her muscles and turned back with a smile:
"Remember to fill out a form and write down your account information clearly. I'll pay you in the morning. Is ten thousand enough?" Wen Qing's voice was a little lazy. It seemed that he didn't sleep well last night.
Qiao Qi felt a little guilty. He saw dark circles under the eyes of a woman without makeup, and thought it was because of her commotion in the middle of the night.
Taking advantage of the early morning when no one was around, Qiao Qi put on his running shoes and ran a kilometer along the West Lake. He also settled his breakfast problem at a breakfast stall and strolled back to work.
Back on the second floor of the gallery, Wen Qing was not in the studio. It seemed that he had gone out to have breakfast. Mr. Bai and Sister Zhao hadn't come yet, so Qiao Qi went to work on his own.
After being busy for a while, the phone vibrated, which was a reminder that Wen Qing's money had arrived. Qiao Qi smiled and was about to put away her mobile phone and continue to devote herself to painting when a call came in. Looking at the caller ID again, it was her mother.
"Hey, Mom"
"Qiao Qi, Mom dreamed about you last night. Don't worry about it. It's almost time for you to get up. I'll give you a call." Mom's voice was full of energy and she was smiling, and she sounded very good. .
"I got up early, Mom. I just came back from a run." Qiao Qi poured herself a cup of tea and sat down.
"Last time you said you found a job, what kind of remuneration did you get, and did you often work overtime? I mean, it's so far away from home. What's the best thing? Why not go home and help your dad?" My mother's words came out like a barrage of words, which Qiao Qi couldn't handle.
"Mom, you know, this is my major." Qiao Qi shook his head helplessly and smiled bitterly.
The two of them chatted for a long time. Qiao's mother was a very talkative person, but she subconsciously avoided the topic of Qiao's father and elders. She only said that the things her son sent back were useful and how good her little sister's studies were.
Finally, Qiao's mother finally brought up the purpose of the call: "Your grandpa is celebrating his birthday next week. He is eighty. Can you please take a leave and come back?"
Qiao Qi was silent. He knew what the reason was when he received the call. Some movements on the other end of the phone confirmed his guess. He heard the sound of his father's lighter lighting up a cigarette.
"I've prepared a gift for him, so I won't go back." Qiao Qi didn't even notice that his voice was a little choked, and he continued:
"It's mainly because I'm busy with work. I just joined the job. My boss is going to a foreign exhibition recently, so it's hard to ask for leave."
There was silence for a while on the other end of the phone, and then there was a long sigh, perhaps the sound of the father exhaling smoke, and then a somewhat angry voice came from the receiver:
"Do you think you can do it?"
"Did you go to some crappy art school? I wonder how old you are?" The strong tone showed the man's status in the family.
"It's your father's eightieth birthday." Father Qiao's voice rose involuntarily. The studio was very quiet, and the voice from the receiver echoed in the room.
"All the relatives and friends of Lao Qiao's family will be here. You are the eldest grandson. If you don't come, don't come back again." The sound of a lighter came again from the other end of the phone, and Qiao Qi knew that his father had lit up another cigarette.
"Dad, stop smoking." Qiao Qi didn't want to continue this topic.
"You also know that in the past few years, our family has been calling me dad. We have to come back next week. I have booked a plane ticket for you. If my dad can't see you on your birthday, pay close attention to your skin. "
Hearing his father threaten him again in the same way as scaring children, Qiao Qi shook his head and took a deep breath: "Then you guys have fun then and build up enough momentum for the old man. I won't go, I'll let you go there. Those people are angry, why bother?”
Hearing that his father was about to get angry, Qiao Qi hung up the phone decisively, keeping his other hand holding the glass with boiling water in it, which unknowingly turned his palms red.
Bang, the tears dripped into the cup, making ripples
Wen Qing handed over a pack of tissues. She didn't know how long she had been back. Looking at the two breakfasts she brought back, Qiao Qi was a little stunned.
"Have one"
The woman found a cigarette from her bag and handed it to Qiao Qi.
"no thank you"
"Sandwiches or steamed buns for breakfast?" Wen Qing didn't ask about the phone call, as she was taboo about making shallow conversations.
"Eat it." Qiao Qi turned his head and began to mix colors. His knuckles turned white while holding the palette knife.
The woman lit a cigarette, opened the door, and walked to the balcony. Finally, she turned back and said, "I can give you a holiday next week."
Before Qiao Qi could say anything, she closed the door.
Time passed very quickly, and Qiao Qi had completed the paintings required for the first few stops of the exhibition. This was an exhibition, and in the subsequent itinerary, replenishment would be carried out based on sales.
Mr. Zhang, who was previously in charge of oil painting in the studio, came several times, sent a batch of copied works, and asked for payment, but Wen Qing refused, so a dispute arose. Qiao Qi did not say anything more. This was between the former employee and his employer. Because of the contradiction, he just followed Bai Lao and Sister Zhao to join the melon-eating crowd.
Silk Chinese paintings are very delicate and require very high transportation requirements. Moisture-proofing is very important. Wen Qing personally packaged them. She booked a flight for tomorrow and will go to Berlin after two connecting flights, where her gallery agent is waiting.
Ever since he learned that Qiao Qi was short of money, Wen Qing would take him to dinner these days. In view of the container being shipped out today and his junior's enthusiastic help, Mr. Wen took him to a private restaurant that was only open to VIPs to reward him.
There are many kinds of dishes, and there are dishes from all over the country. The meat dishes with heavy salt and heavy sauce make Qiao Qi, who has been following the trend of eating vegetarian meals recently, unable to stop the car and accidentally overeating.
"I didn't book your flight. The original itinerary was for one week to ten days at each stop. The four of us in the studio should go together and make adjustments at any time based on the sales situation."
"But your father called me this morning. He asked for leave and asked you to go back." Wen Qing stirred the bird's nest in the cup with a spoon, her beautiful eyes moving, observing Qiao Qi's expression.
Qiao Qi didn't say anything. He swallowed his portion of the bird's nest and grinned.
"He is a boss who works hard enough to find you. This is my family matter, and you are taking too much care." Qiao Qi's face has darkened. Delicious dishes and high-end bird's nests can no longer make him happy.
"Listen to my senior sister, this is your family. Even if there is any misunderstanding, just go back and sit down together and it will be fine. Your father can find me here instead of directly looking for you, which shows that he cares about your feelings. ,Is it right"
Wen Qing is leaving tomorrow, and she still plans to care about the lives of her employees.
"Want to hear a story?" Qiao Qi rudely reached out and took a cigarette from the cigarette case the woman put on the table. He lit it skillfully, inhaled the smoke into his lungs, and exhaled the smoke. The smoke enveloped his face.
"If you still think I should go back after listening to the story, then I will listen to you. On the contrary, if you agree with me, I hope to go to Berlin with you." Qiao Qi only took a puff and put out the cigarette butt in the bird's nest cup. .