My little ancestor, you are sweet and wild

Ning Li gets up.

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

"Younger martial sister is really the most powerful!"

After the news that Yanqiu was ill and hospitalized spread, many people in the Institute were ready to move.

After all, it is a rare opportunity to be Shen Zhijin's assistant.

Even if it's only temporary, it's enough to prove your excellence. Taking out this resume in the future will definitely add luster.

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

The younger martial sister has no scientific research ability. She has good German, low-key, calm, careful and rigorous personality.

There is more suitable than her!?

......

Ning Li followed him to Shen Zhijin's office.

Shen Zhijin comes straight to the point:

"Ning Li, you know Yanqiu's situation. He needs to be hospitalized for about a week. I hope you can take over his work for the time being. "

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

Shen Zhijin continued:

"I will deal with some of the contents myself, and only the parts you are 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, you will be given subsidies and remuneration at the same level as Yanqiu. Think about it. "

Ning Li blinked.

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

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

The corners of her lips curled up:

"Mr. Shen, in this way, elder martial brother Yanqiu and I get equal pay for equal work?"

Postgraduates and doctors are subsidized. The state will fix some of them and the boss will reissue them freely.

Therefore, their overall monthly "salary" is determined by their boss.

According to Ning Li's understanding of Yanqiu, Shen Zhijin's subsidy is the highest in the whole hospital.

In addition, they often do projects and send papers, and they really save a small Treasury.

Shen Zhijin also smiled when he heard the speech. He smiled on Junxiu's clear face.

"Yes."

He handed out the sealed document bag.

Ning Li took it with both hands:

"Don't worry, Mr. Shen. I'll try my best during this time."

Shen Zhijin smiled and nodded.

"Yes."

.......

In this way, Ning Li temporarily took over Yanqiu's position and became Shen Zhijin's assistant.

Many people were envious when they knew it, but they also knew that Ning Li did have this ability. They could only sigh that he could be liked by the big man. As expected, he was still the big man.

Although Ning Li is only a freshman, her scientific research ability is not weak compared with Yanqiu. In addition, her German is also very excellent, so she got started very soon.

Shen Zhijin's tasks, including translating materials, communicating with all parties, urging and promoting the progress of various projects, are impeccable.

This, together with the last voices of doubt, dissipated.

.......

That afternoon, Ning Li was in class and received the news from Wei songzhe.

[Wei songzhe: Sister Li, your 17th night will be auctioned again?]

Ning Li was stunned.

The seventeenth night was an oil painting she sold last year. At that time, it was photographed by a mysterious buyer for 3.7 million.

A year and a half has passed.

If the paintings that have been sold appear in the market again, the most likely reason is that the original seller chose to auction again.

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

——All the paintings she had made before had never been resold again.

So when this happened, Wei songzhe contacted her for the first time.

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

The university classroom is relatively free, not to mention the teachers of the Institute of physics like Ning Li very much.

The lecturer glanced at her and said nothing. He went on with his lecture.

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

It'll be there soon.

"Sister Li?"

Ning Li asked directly:

"Where did you know the news?"

Wei songzhe said:

"A gallery. I passed by their door today, took their leaflet and looked at it. I saw your picture in the catalogue. I still wonder, Sister Li, your painting was sold last year. Did the previous buyer take it out and resell it? "

Ning Li pondered for a moment.

"I'm not sure."

In fact, she doesn't think so.

From her first painting kiss to the present, in a few years, all the paintings she sold were bought anonymously.

Although there was no evidence, she always had 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. She can't even say it herself. How could she have such an idea.

But there is.

So when Wei songzhe said that the 17th night would be auctioned again, her first reaction was not to believe it.

She paused and asked:

"When will the auction of paintings of Yitang Gallery be held?"

"It will officially start tomorrow. I think their exhibition will last a week. "

Yitang gallery is quite famous in Beijing. The scale and specifications of the exhibition are first-class.

In short, the gallery is responsible for collecting excellent paintings from all over the country and putting them together for exhibition to attract people from all walks of life.

If you like, you can ask for a price.

The gallery will take a part of the transaction price of the painting as a commission, which can be regarded as an intermediary.

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

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

Ningli Road:

"I see."

.......

Rongyue residence, master bedroom.

Lu Huai and just woke up, half leaning against the head of the bed with their eyes closed, in a lazy posture.

Some messy black hair falls freely, and the lines from eyebrow bone to nose bridge are smooth and perfect.

He took his cell phone and listened to the people opposite.

For a moment, he opened his eyes.

"The seventeenth night?"

His voice sounded a little hoarse, loose and proud,

"That's fake."

Cheng Xiyue was surprised:

"How are you so sure?"

When he saw that a gallery was going to auction the painting, he was very happy and made a special call to Lu Huaihe.

Who knows, Lu Huai and Zhang Kou said it was false.

Lu Huai and Lao Lao said:

"It's really in my hands now. Where did you get the second picture of the seventeenth night?"

Cheng Xiyue was stunned and couldn't help saying:

"Maybe you read it wrong. The one in your hand is fake?"

Lu Huai and chuckled.

"How can I admit my mistake."