After returning to the hotel, arrangements have already been made and there is someone to guide you.

After entering the hotel, sign in first and receive a souvenir gift package.

In the gift bag, there is a handicraft from Paris, a notebook, a pen, and an itinerary for the traveling exhibition.

Ordinary young and middle-aged artists live in standard rooms, which can be freely combined or randomly assigned.

Old artists all live in business suites.

The list has already been handed over to the front desk, so you just need to take your passport to the front desk to register.

Considering that many people do not understand English, the front desk has specially arranged guides and translators.

Naturally, the translators are Chinese employees who serve on a temporary basis.

Apart from the fact that learning a foreign language requires an environment, when they first came to Paris, these employees spoke very limited English.

In just over a month, I can already communicate in English.

Zhang Junping stood in the lobby of the Hilton Hotel, chatting with several familiar artists.

"Dear Zhang!

The touring exhibition is about to start. When will the exhibits arrive? The exhibition installation will begin tomorrow!" George Fairburn came to Zhang Junping and asked anxiously.

"Why are you in a hurry? All the exhibits in the exhibition are carried by the artists. After the artists have settled in, I will arrange for someone to take them back." Zhang Junping said with a smile.

"Dear Zhang, your attention is really great. You can carry your works with you, so we don't have to worry about losing them." George Fairburn immediately saw the benefits of this and praised with a smile.

"The most important thing is that by doing this, you can save a lot of freight." Zhang Junping said with a smile.

"George, I will greet my compatriots at the Hilton Hotel tonight, do you want to join me?"

"Forget it, we don't know each other, and we don't understand the language, so there's no point in my participation." George Fairburn shook his head and refused.

After seeing George Fairburn off, Zhang Junping came to Wu Xinping's room.

At this time, Wu Xinping's room was full of people. Everyone had just arrived in Paris, and they were all excited and a little nervous.

It is estimated that people will gather together in small groups to chat.

"Old Wu, I don't admire you for anything else, but I admire your luck. Old, old. If you pick up such a good apprentice and start such a big business, we old guys can also benefit from it." Wu Zuoren smiled.

He said.

This time, only two and a half of Qi Baishi's disciples came. Li Kuchan, Li Keran, Wang Xuetao and others did not participate due to physical reasons.

Wu Xinping and Lou Shibai were Qi Baishi's disciples, and Qi Gong was considered a half-disciple because he quit the apprenticeship midway.

In fact, Qi Gong's withdrawal from the school was not made public, it was just tacitly understood by everyone.

Qi Gong initially followed Qi Baishi to learn painting, but later stopped visiting Qi Baishi's door halfway, thus severing the relationship.

Qi Baishi didn't know about it at first, and he was wondering why Qi Gong didn't come to learn painting.

No one told Qi Baishi about Qi Gong and being judged as a disciple. After all, Qi Baishi was already old at that time, and everyone was afraid that he would not be able to bear it after knowing the truth.

However, all the former brothers and sisters also cut off contact with Qi Gong. It was not until Qi Baishi's death, and because Qi Gong did not publicly judge the disciples, that everyone gradually started to have contact again...

Therefore, Qi Gong can only be considered as half of Qi Baishi's disciple.

"Mr. Wu, you are trying to flatter me and kill me!" When Wu Zuoren said this, Zhang Junping happened to come in. Hearing Wu Zuoren's words, he quickly clasped his fists and laughed.

"Everyone has a question in their mind whether it's a matter of flattery or not.

Although it is said that scholars look down upon each other, when you have reached your level, no one can erase you.

It's only a matter of time before you become famous.

What's more, you are not a nobody.

The famous Ping Fang really makes us envious." Wu Guanzhong interjected and said with a smile.

"Pingfang? Lao Wu, what do you mean by pingfang?" Everyone asked in confusion.

"Recently, a batch of oil paintings imitating modern painters have appeared on the European and American markets. There is a secret mark on them, which is an imitation of two Chinese characters.

And Zhang Xiaoyou’s name is Zhang Junping.” Wu Guanzhong didn’t give in and revealed the mystery with a smile.

"That doesn't prove that Zhang Xiaoyou is an imitation, right?

You know, there are many people with flat names in their names.

Not to mention the distance, there is one right in front of us, Wu Xinping also has the word "ping" in his name." Someone retorted.

"If this is the case alone, it certainly cannot prove that Zhang Xiaoyou is an imitation.

Some time ago, an art company bought a three-story facade building on the Champs Elysées in Paris, near Place Charles de Gaulle.

For those of you who have traveled and studied in Paris, you should know the housing prices on the Champs Elysées.

It is said that this money was lent by Zhang Xiaoyou to the art company.

For this reason, the city government also caused a controversy with a wide impact.

That's when I learned the news.

I didn't think much about it originally.

But just after chatting with Brother Yang, I connected Zhang Xiaoyou and Ping Ping." Wu Guanzhong had a confident expression on his face and slowly analyzed what happened to everyone.

"Mr. Wu, as well as all the seniors, please keep this matter confidential.

I don’t want to cause too much trouble." Zhang Junping cupped his fists and made a ring salute.

Zhang Junping smiled brightly and spoke very humbly, but his eyes shone with a cold light.

Damn it, you are the only one who is smart.

Show your ability, right?

It is definitely not a good thing for Wu Guanzhong to reveal Zhang Junping's hidden identity at this time.

"Seniors, staff will go to your seniors' rooms shortly. Please hand over the works you brought to our staff.

In addition, I will greet you seniors at the Hilton Hotel in the evening, and I hope you can enjoy it."

"Zhang Xiaoyou is a rich man. We will go over at one o'clock in the evening and kill you severely." Everyone said goodbye and left with a smile.

Zhang Junping's words were very clear and he asked them to hand over the artwork to the staff.

These artworks are actually selected from the works they handed over to the art company.

Every piece of work has been archived.

Just to save some money, I gave them to them separately and took them with me.

Now it’s time to hand it over to an art company.

"Tongfei, some people always dislike others, so there is no need to worry about it.

When you are strong enough, all conspiracies and tricks are just paper tigers." Wu Xinping, as a bystander, naturally saw the cold light in Zhang Junping's eyes...

At the same time, Wu Xinping also knew clearly that despite his usual smiling face, Wu Xinping had no airs and looked like a harmless beast.

However, the methods used to deal with the enemy are quite ruthless.

For example, his former subordinate Lu Guozhong was transferred to provide pension for the elderly when he was only forty years old.

If you haven't experienced glory and have never been in power, you won't be able to experience the sense of gap.

However, Lu Guozhong once enjoyed great success as the office director and deputy manager of an art company.

And then being transferred to idle employment for retirement, the sense of gap can drive people crazy.

Before going abroad this time, Wu Xinping met Lu Guozhong once, and he almost didn't recognize him.

Lu Guozhong, who is in his forties, looks like an old man in his fifties.

"Master, I know! He is a professor and vice president of CAFA.

No matter how dissatisfied I am, what can I do?" Zhang Junping said with a smile.

"I don't know you yet? Not to mention the vice president, so what if it's Dean Jiang?

So what if they are powerful now?

Given your age, they can still live for thirty years?

What about thirty years later? They are dead, and you are at the peak of your life at that time, so what are you talking about?" Wu Xinping sees the future very clearly.

Zhang Junping smiled.

It doesn't take thirty years, but now, no matter who he wants to suppress, he can only accept it.

Just mark all his works at super low prices, which will make him angry and disgusting.

As for not handing over the paintings to art companies, it doesn't matter.

If there are imitations of oil paintings, there will be imitations of ink paintings.

After chatting with Wu Xinping for a while, Zhang Junping came to the room of jade master Liu Debing.

At this time, Liu Deying's room was also full of people. Unlike Wu Xinping's room, Liu Deying's room was full of craftsmen.
To be continued...