The entertainment industry is sober

Chapter 227 Thank you for your praise
The show on Ni Guangli was recorded, not live, so Ni Bingyan still doesn’t know that her father is behind her back to make trouble again, and she is still happily participating in the suspense-themed reading salon organized by Victor Modiano .

Fifteen minutes before the appointed time, the two arrived at the appointed place, and Alan greeted them as soon as they entered the door.

As soon as the three of them said a few words, Victor came over with two books.

One was given to Wei Shujie and one to Ni Bingyan.

"Two elegant ladies, here is my collection of short stories that I just published, for you. By the way, the theme of tonight is one of the stories~"

A reading-themed salon naturally has something to read, and it was perfect for Victor to bring out his newly published collection of novels.

After all, to organize this kind of event with great effort, in addition to having fun with friends, there is also a factor of expanding one's own influence.

Otherwise, what would he do as a novelist and screenwriter to participate in Fashion Week?
Ni Bingyan took it over and saw that it was the French version. Knowing that it might not be easy to buy it in China, she opened the title page and saw Mr. Modiano’s signature and gift on the title page, and immediately looked at him in surprise:
"Mr. Modiano, I am so happy! I really like this gift!"

Wei Shujie couldn't speak French, and he was a friend brought by Ni Bingyan. He didn't know everyone, so he said hello in English and stood aside with a smile.

Victor exchanged greetings with her to maintain etiquette, and then his eyes fell on Ni Bingyan.

"It's my honor, Miss Ni!"

For any sane writer, when he has a fan in front of him, his eyes should not fall elsewhere.

He is tall, at least 1.9 meters by visual inspection, with a very oppressive body shape, but he is quite amiable when he smiles.

Ni Bingyan held the book in her arms, touched the spine of the book with her fingers, and wished she could find a place to sit down immediately and have a sneak peek!
Victor was very satisfied with her reaction, and nodded with a smile:
"Hope you all have a great night!"

Seeing another person coming at the door, Victor was about to say "Excuse me" and leave when Ni Bingyan took out a long box from his handbag.

"This is a painting I drew with my own hands, please be careful, please don't dislike it."

No matter which country you are in, when you are invited to a party, it is a proper etiquette to give a small gift.

Wei Shujie came with her, so there was no need to make additional preparations.

The French are invited to parties and are used to sending flowers and wine to their hosts. It is not so easy to stand out from the crowd and impress these bigwigs.

Victor was a little surprised to see such a special gift, but he took it anyway.

The French always open the gifts on the spot. As a gentleman, in this case, no matter how he wants to greet other guests, he will open the gifts before leaving.

Opening the box and untying the ribbon, Victor, with the help of Ni Bingyan, gently unfolded the scroll in his hand, and saw an extremely beautiful painting in front of his eyes.

This painting is not big, it depicts a corner of a courtyard with blooming roses, and a little milk dog is fluttering butterflies there.

"Wow!"

The reading salon tonight is not large in scale, and it will be held in a small reception room of the hotel.

The reception room is only a few dozen square meters, like a comfortable living room, with several sets of soft sofas.

When Ni Bingyan and the others came, several of them had already arrived early, and they were chatting there in twos and threes at the moment. When they heard Victor exclaim, they immediately surrounded them.

Most French people like such gifts that are full of artistic flavor but still romantic and interesting.

When Ni Bingyan went abroad, he got Sang Yuan's advice and brought several paintings he drew with him, just in case.

He was really happy to see him, and immediately introduced with a smile:
"This is my dog. Its name is Wangcai. It was only this big in May this year. It is very, very cute! I saw it fluttering butterflies by the window. I thought this scene was very interesting, so I drew it." come down."

Ni Bingyan is very fluent in French. It was the first time for Wei Shujie to see her communicate with foreigners, and he was stunned from the sidelines.

But she didn't show it, she just smiled, as if everything was under her control.

"Prosperity?"

Victor's Chinese pronunciation is not standard at all, but the doubts on his face can be understood with just a glance.

Others were still circulating the painting cautiously. Ni Bingyan smiled embarrassedly, cheekily, and confidently gave Wangcai an English name: "It means treasure."

"Oh! Such a cute little guy is indeed a treasure! You must love it so much!"

"Yes. I drew a lot of pictures for it, because it was accidentally seen, and finally had to publish a picture book, hey! It is said that it is very popular, but unfortunately I am not good at this."

"Really? Maybe you can send me a set, and I'll ask my international publisher for you later. If it can be published in other countries, more people will be able to appreciate your paintings."

"Of course! I'll contact my friend later and send it to you. I don't know where to send it?"

Victor wants one, Alan wants one, the others...

Ni Bingyan looked around, since she already knew each other, it's better not to give it away, it's better to be generous!

However, it would seem very utilitarian to send them next to each other. It is better to send some to Victor and ask him to help pass them on.

Victor took out a piece of paper and wrote her the address.

The two discussed again, and the painting was returned to Victor.

He is well-trained in art and has a lot of experience in oil painting appreciation, but he doesn't know much about traditional Chinese painting, so he took the initiative to ask:
"Ni, what tool did you use to draw such beautiful lines?"

Ni Bingyan opened the phone photo album and showed him the photos.

"This is a writing brush. Huaguo's traditional writing tool, an amazing handicraft, made of hair, bamboo tubes, etc., after multiple processes."

After getting acquainted with brushes and seeing the exquisite brush washers and inkstones in the photos, Victor was so curious that he wanted to ask them next to each other.

Ni Bingyan immediately enthusiastically gave him and his friends popular science.

To promote traditional culture, the sense of responsibility engraved in the bones of the descendants of the dragon immediately broke out.

After more than ten minutes, Victor looked at her with bright eyes: "Ni! You are such a genius! You can do such a difficult thing! This is real art!"

Modesty is not popular abroad, so Ni Bingyan did as the Romans did, he smiled and nodded without any shame.

"I'm really talented in this area, but I'm also very hardworking. When I was a little girl, I started to learn how to draw a good painting day after day."

"Wow~ This is such an amazing treasure girl!"

There was a fashion designer from the Netherlands present, and he also likes to draw pictures every day. When he saw Ni Bingyan's picture, he couldn't help admiring in his native dialect.

Not to mention the technical issues, the lively spirit in the painting is beyond the reach of ordinary painters.

When someone praised her, Ni Bingyan immediately turned her head, smiled at the person, and expressed her thanks in Dutch:

"Thank you for the compliment, ma'am, I am very honored."

"Whoa, baby, you can speak Dutch?"

The designer works in New York and can only communicate with people in English most of the time. It is rare to meet someone who can speak Dutch, and I am quite excited.

Ni Bingyan waved her hand in embarrassment: "I'm sorry, ma'am, I just learned a little while learning German, and I'm not proficient. If you write an email to me in Dutch, I may need a dictionary to understand it."

"Hahaha!"

The lady immediately took out her mobile phone and asked for her contact information: "Then I will remember that when contacting you, you must use simpler words."

There was an extra Dutch person in the address book, and then a director from Germany popped up, wanting to see if she really could speak German.

That kind of excitement is the same as when Chinese meet people from other provinces, they always want to let people speak a few dialects to listen to.

Ni Bingyan was very excited.

Listening to the radio at home to learn spoken English, how can it be compared to a ready-made sparring partner?

Others were also very excited.

I didn't expect a little girl from the East to be so talented!
Must know!
Victor's friends came one after another. After a simple meal of steak salad, he didn't know who had a big brain, so he found a set of pens, inks, papers and inkstones, laid out rice paper for Ni Bingyan, and waited for her to draw on it!
Different from the introverted and low-key in China, when Ni Bingyan went abroad, it felt like she had unlocked the seal. If she could show her extraordinary ability, she would never hold back and only show her eighth.

If it weren't for the ring that symbolizes a famous woman, Wei Shujie suspected that the two bachelors and the lady whose sexual orientation was questionable would have confessed on the spot.

Ni Bingyan didn't want to draw at first. After all, today is the reading salon led by Mr. Victor. It is not a good thing to overwhelm the guests.

It turned out that Victor was more energetic than the others, and kept begging her to draw quickly, and it was best to draw today's party.

The magical oriental painting technique, with a few simple strokes, can capture a person vividly on paper.

It's obviously very abstract, but a discerning person can tell who's who.

It is also a god!

A group of foreigners happily circled around Ni Bingyan, afraid that they would not be painted, and even forget the theme of tonight.

Listening to the chattering in his ears, Ni Bingyan felt a terrible headache.

When Leonardo Da Vinci painted "The Last Supper", the people eating dinner must not be noisy around him, which is really enviable!

Wei Shujie took a deep breath, took another sip of the wine collected by Mr. Writer, and rubbed his cheeks to restore his smile.

That night, her face was numb with a smile.

The artist is so awesome, she thinks she can retire early.

Just thinking about it, the phone rang.

What jumped on the screen was a domestic connection request across time zones.

　I was really too fierce when I scolded people, and I was afraid that I would scare you away.I never expected that you would praise me for doing a good job.It's really cool to learn to say no to people and things you don't like.I have read it many times before, and there are double monthly tickets from 3.29 to 3.31, but when I saw it today, it was gone, and it became the end of April and the beginning of May, and I was speechless.I recently got stuck, and my condition was not very good. I will randomly pick a day to carry out daily activities. You guys save the monthly pass and reward me when I explode. My biggest wish in March is not to get sick. Once sick, it takes a lot of time to recover.

　　
　
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