The Pentium Era - South to North

At nine o'clock in the morning, the opening ceremony of "Impression of Paris - Camille Pissarro Painting Exhibition" started on time. The deputy mayor of Shanghai and the French Ambassador to China, who came from Beijing specially, each gave speeches for five minutes. Then, they Accompanied by the deputy director of the Louvre Museum in Paris and the director of the Shanghai Power Station of Art, the two jointly cut the ribbon for the exhibition.

Zhang Chen's task today was to stand on the stage with several other people for more than ten minutes, smiling and applauding, and then the ceremony was over.

Zhang Chen walked to the audience and told Zhao Xin, I have to rush back to Hangzhou first, and I will leave this place to you.

Zhao Xin said yes. She looked at Zhang Chen's bloodshot eyes and asked worriedly:

"Boss, can you drive? If not, go to sleep in the car. When I'm here, I'll drive."

Zhang Chen smiled and said it's okay, it's okay, it's such a small distance and we'll be there just by stepping on the accelerator.

Next, Zhao Xin will accompany the guests to visit the seven Pissarro works in their "Riverside Oil Painting Gallery". She will give a special introduction to these seven works.

After all, it is a joint exhibition. In terms of quantity, there is a big gap between China and France. But fortunately, the works provided by France are familiar to everyone. They can be seen in various albums of Pissarro, and the works of "Riverside Oil Painting Gallery" These seven paintings are rare for overseas audiences. The French are looking forward to being invited to participate in the exhibition in France. There will be an exclusive interview with "Le Figaro" later.

Next, Zhao Xin has to sign the relevant procedures and insurance contracts with the Louvre Museum and the insurance company for the seven paintings to be exhibited in Paris. I don’t know how long this busy process will last. How can Zhang Chen wait? , "Eating and Drinking Men and Women" are still roasting on the fire and frying in oil.

These seven paintings left the "Riverside Oil Painting Gallery", went to Shanghai, and then to Paris. It took almost half a year to return to the "Riverside Oil Painting Gallery". However, the location where the "Riverside Oil Painting Gallery" originally exhibited these seven paintings all year round was not It will be empty, but there will be seven copies of the works hanging there. There will be a note on the side, indicating that these are copies and the original works have been exhibited in Shanghai and Paris.

Among the seven copied works, five were copied by Xiaoshu, and the other two were copied by Zhang Chen. People who have seen the two copied by Zhang Chen said that they are difficult to distinguish from Pissarro’s original works. , Xiaoshu said to Zhang Chen, "I'm ashamed." Zhang Chen smiled and said, "There's nothing to be ashamed of. I just saw more of Pissarro than you, and I'm very familiar with his brushwork and use of colors."

Zhang Chen was still very proud of being so humble, but he also knew that copying was nothing. Copying just showed that your craftsmanship is not bad, and creation is creativity. There is an essential difference.

Zhao Xin looked at Zhang Chen and wanted to say something else. Zhang Chen continued to say it's okay, it's okay, just take care of this place.

To show that he was fine, Zhang Chen subconsciously raised his right hand and flicked it down twice.

"Then send me a WeChat message as soon as you arrive in Hangzhou." Zhao Xin said, and Zhang Chen nodded.

Zhang Chen drove away from the Shanghai Museum of Contemporary Art. There were many cars on the Shanghai-Hangzhou Expressway at this point, so Zhang Chen turned to the Hangzhou-Puzhou Expressway.

I didn't sleep much all night. When I set off, I was still awake and thought nothing was wrong. But when I got on the highway, I felt that I was numb and my brain seemed to have stopped.

Zhang Chen wanted to go into the service area and sleep for a while. When he reached the entrance of the service area, he felt that even if he stopped and had something on his mind, he would not be able to fall asleep. It was just suffering, so he might as well work hard and drive directly to Hangzhou. Even if you go to the Jiubao "Food and Drink Men and Women" conference table and wait for news, it is worse than staying on the road.

I was delayed on the road, and if I received a call from Huijuan or Xiaoli, I would be beyond my reach if something urgent happened.

With this thought in mind, Zhang Chen stepped on the accelerator and the car accelerated again without entering the service area.

The wheels were speeding, and his eyelids kept drooping. Zhang Chen turned on the stereo, and Jay Chou's songs were playing. Zhang Chen howled loudly, which made his brain hurt, but his sleepiness was slightly reduced.

The accelerator on the sole of his foot was on. When the speed slowed down, his upper eyelids drooped. Zhang Chen increased the speed to 120, 130, and finally reached 140. After the speed increased, he seemed to wake up.

The camera on the roadside flashed, and Zhang Chen's heart moved. He knew that the six points were gone. He slowed down, but his eyelids drooped. Even if he was still yelling, it was of no use. He simply increased his speed again. Go up.

The second, third, and fourth, the cameras flashed one after another. Zhang Chen was thinking in his heart. He knew that Zhao Jingjing was going to complain, and she was going to yell to find Xu Qiaoxin, Ge Ling, Xiaoli, and the others to get the driver's license. Then he asked an acquaintance to deduct points for him. Zhang Chen could imagine that Zhao Jingjing would tell him after finishing the matter that our points had been deducted and there would be no next time.

Zhang Chen grinned.

Well, there is no next time. Anyway, we have already arrived at the Hangzhou Ring Expressway. Zhang Chen only drove for a little more than an hour for these 156 kilometers. When he arrived at the Hangzhou toll station, he looked at his watch. It's only half past ten.

When Zhang Chen passed the toll station, he kept reminding himself to get off the Xiasha ramp. From here, he could go directly to Jiubao. But when he drove the car onto the ramp, he suddenly realized that he was still going the wrong way. Take the fork in the road and take the ramp to the city.

So dizzy! Zhang Chen shook his head. It was impossible to turn around. He had no choice but to turn around under the bridge of the Old Bus East Station.

There was a red light at the intersection under the bridge, and there was a long queue of cars. Zhang Chen got in the queue, stopped the car, and kept hitting his face with his hands to keep himself awake for the last time.

The red light turned green. When Zhang Chen was almost driving to the intersection, he realized that the left turn lane and the U-turn lane were separate lanes. He was lined up in the left turn lane. Zhang Chen cursed "Mom" and then sadly Suddenly, he discovered that there was a traffic policeman standing at the intersection. Zhang Chen had no choice but to turn left onto Xintang Road.

Just as he turned around, Zhang Chen's cell phone rang. He looked at it and it was Xiaoli. There was no way to park on Xintang Road. Zhang Chen drove ahead and turned right into Yanjia Lane. Then he pulled over and picked up his cell phone. .

As soon as the call came through, Xiaoli was crying on the phone. Zhang Chen quickly said: "What's wrong, Xiaoli, calm down, the sky won't fall. What's wrong, Xiaoli?"

Zhang Chen comforted Xiaoli, but his own heart was already cold. He knew something was wrong, but he still said:

"Don't worry, Xiaoli, it's not a big deal, just talk it over."

Xiaoli said with a tearful voice: "Boss, it's okay. We're okay. This incident has nothing to do with us."

"What did you say?" Zhang Chen asked anxiously, his heart trembling.

"The Centers for Disease Control and Prevention has concluded that it has nothing to do with us. Those people were not suffering from food poisoning, but a water problem." Xiaoli said, "It has nothing to do with our food."

Zhang Chen really wanted to shout, but he still controlled his emotions and said to Xiaoli:

"Xiao Li, please tell me clearly what is going on."

"Okay, boss, it's a problem with their water dispenser. The water dispenser hasn't been cleaned for a long time and there are a lot of bacteria in it. Isn't the weather very hot now? Everyone drinks cold water. In fact, someone in their house already had diarrhea the day before yesterday. But I didn't mention it. Yesterday, everyone had diarrhea, even the invited guests had diarrhea, so I thought there was something wrong with lunch.

"As a result, all our finished and semi-finished products were inspected, and there were no problems. Finally, the cause was found in the water flowing out of their drinking fountains. Now, people from the CDC have broken the seal below us."

Zhang Chen leaned back, closed his eyes, and let out a long breath.

"Boss, can we start taking orders again today?" Xiaoli asked.

Zhang Chen smiled and said: "Of course you can, you idiot, but keep an eye on me. Throw away all the semi-finished products that were sealed yesterday. If they are not broken, they are not allowed to be used. Otherwise, if there is another problem, it will be our problem." "

"You know, I've asked them to clean it up." Xiaoli said with a smile.

After hanging up the phone, Zhang Chen patted his face with his hand and yelled, startling a woman who happened to be walking by outside the car. The parasol in her hand almost fell to the ground. She turned around to look. Zhang Chen scolded him for being crazy, and Zhang Chen laughed.

He saw a breakfast shop nearby, which seemed to be closed. The folding tables and plastic stools that were originally placed at the door were put away and leaned against the wall. A flatbread stove facing the street had been turned off.

Zhang Chen looked at the breakfast shop and suddenly felt very hungry. He had never been hungry before. Then he remembered that he had not eaten breakfast today, and he had not eaten flatbread or fried dough sticks for a long, long time. Zhang Chen now, I really want to eat flatbread and fried dough sticks.

Zhang Chen got out of the car and walked towards the breakfast shop. When he walked to the door, he saw a piece of flatbread on the stove where the flatbread was being baked. There were also three fried dough sticks and five or six sesame balls in a wire basket with fried dough sticks on the side. , left out for too long, the dough sticks and sesame balls became soft.

There was a woman in her fifties or sixties in the shop, cleaning the chopping boards for making flatbreads and fried dough sticks.

Zhang Chen said to her back: "Buy big cakes and fried dough sticks."

The woman turned to look at him and said, "No more."

In her eyes, the remaining pancakes and fried dough sticks are no longer pancakes and fried dough sticks. When a beggar walks past the door, she will give them to him.

Zhang Chen pointed to the flatbread and fried dough sticks on the stove and said, "Isn't this one?"

The woman was a little surprised and asked, "Do you want this too?"

"If you want it, give it to me." Zhang Chen said, feeling that it was not enough, so he added, "And these sesame balls, give them to me too."

The woman was a little embarrassed. She wiped her hands on her apron, looked at Zhang Chen, and then looked at the remaining things. She felt a little sorry and said, either I turn on the oil pan and fry the fried dough sticks and sesame balls for you. .

"No need to bother." Zhang Chen said.

"Quickly, very quickly, it'll be ready in a moment." The woman said, "click" and turned on the gas stove with the oil pan sitting on it.

The oil in the oil pan had cooled down and was heating up. Zhang Chen saw a bamboo reclining chair behind him, which was probably used by the boss to rest. He sat down on the reclining chair, then lay down and watched the ceiling fan above his head. After spinning around in circles, Zhang Chen fell asleep after a while.

Zhang Chen woke up from the heat and was covered in sweat. He sat up and looked at his watch. He had been asleep for more than forty minutes and it was already noon. The road at the door was white with sunlight. The woman was probably Afraid that Zhang Chen would catch a cold, he turned on the ceiling fan above his head to the smallest setting, with the blades spinning slowly.

Zhang Chen turned around and looked around. There was no one in the store. Then he looked at the wire basket. The fried dough sticks and sesame balls had been fried. He looked more energetic than before. Even the oil pan on the gas stove had been removed. .

Zhang Chen took out ten dollars, put it on the chopping board, pressed it with a knife, pulled off the vest bag hanging on the edge of the chopping board, and picked up the big cakes, fried dough sticks and sesame balls into the vest bag.

Just as he was about to go out, the woman came back from the side and smiled when she saw Zhang Chen:

"I sleep so well that I can't even wake you up."

Zhang Chen smiled and said, "Yeah, if it wasn't too hot, I could sleep until night. I put the money there."

The woman looked in the direction Zhang Chen pointed and said, "I want to ask you for money."

Zhang Chen said there was no need to look for him.

The woman said no, no, she must find the money. She had already walked to the chopping board, took out a few coins from an iron jar on the chopping board and gave them to Zhang Chen. Zhang Chen could only take them in his hand.

Zhang Chen walked back to his car and saw a city management ticket stuck on the front windshield of the car.

"Mom!" Zhang Chen cursed, and then muttered: "Post it, post it."

Zhang Chen got into the car, put his vest bag on the passenger seat, turned on the engine, and put the seat back without putting it in gear. He was stunned for a moment, wondering if he should eat a fried dough stick first, but the result was... Without thinking about it, the person fell down and fell asleep.

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