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He Muqing took a deep breath, as if she had made a great decision, and quickly walked up to Chen Hao, looking him directly in the eye:

"Your painting can remain with us for consignment. The price... will be as you said, one million."

"Manager He?!" The shop assistant next to him couldn't help but exclaim in surprise, his eyes wide open.

She could hardly believe her ears.

Manager He actually agreed?

Would you agree to a consignment sale of a new painter for a million dollars?

This is insane!

Chen Hao was also somewhat surprised.

He was actually prepared to go to the next gallery, but the other party changed their mind at the last minute.

"Are you sure?" Chen Hao asked to confirm.

"Confirmed." He Muqing nodded, her expression having regained its professionalism and composure.

"However, I have conditions."

"you say."

"The consignment period is one month," He Muqing said.

"For the next month, we will display and promote your paintings in a prominent position in the exhibition hall, and we will also recommend them to our collector clients."

However, if the sale is not completed within a month, you will need to take the painting back.

Meanwhile, we will not charge any upfront fees for this month of display and promotion; we will only charge a 15% commission after a successful transaction.

This condition is reasonable.

Chen Hao nodded: "Okay."

"In addition," He Muqing added.

"Although I agreed to the million-dollar price, I must frankly tell you that it will be very difficult to close the deal at this price."

Be prepared that, very likely, the painting still won't sell after a month.

"I understand," Chen Hao said.

"But I believe it's worth the price, and I believe there will be people who appreciate its value."

He Muqing looked at him and suddenly smiled:

"I hope so. To be honest, I also hope it can be sold. Such a good painting shouldn't be buried."

She turned to the still-shocked shop assistant and said, "Xiao Wu, go prepare a consignment contract, according to the terms I just mentioned."

"Huh? Oh! Okay, Manager He, I'll go right away!" Shop assistant Xiao Wu snapped out of her daze and hurriedly ran to the office to prepare the contract.

While waiting for the contract, He Muqing invited Chen Hao to sit down in the nearby rest area and poured him a cup of tea.

"Mr. Chen, if I may ask, what other work do you do besides painting?" He Muqing asked curiously.

It's quite interesting that someone with such artistic talent is so young and has no fame whatsoever.

Chen Hao thought for a moment and didn't tell the whole truth: "Right now, I'm mainly taking care of the children at home, and I write and draw in my spare time."

"You're already married?" He Muqing asked, somewhat surprised.

So young, and already has a child?

"I guess so," Chen Hao said vaguely, without elaborating further.

He Muqing wisely refrained from asking further questions.

Everyone has the right to privacy.

Soon, Xiao Wu came over with the printed consignment contract.

Chen Hao carefully read through the terms and conditions, confirmed that there were no problems, signed them, and left his contact information.

He Muqing also signed and stamped the document on behalf of the gallery.

This contract is made in duplicate, with each party holding one copy.

After signing, He Muqing stood up and extended her hand to Chen Hao:

"Mr. Chen, it's been a pleasure doing business with you. I hope to have good news from you in a month."

Chen Hao held her hand; her hand was soft, but her grip was strong.

"It's been a pleasure working with you. Thank you, Manager He, for giving me this opportunity."

"Just call me Muqing," He Muqing said with a smile.

"If you have any new works in the future, please feel free to bring them over. However, next time, I hope your reputation will have grown so that you can easily sell them for a million."

"Thank you for your kind words." Chen Hao smiled as well.

Chen Hao was in a good mood after leaving the Yulantang Gallery.

Regardless of whether the painting will sell in the end, at least the first step has been taken.

Moreover, He Muqing's evaluation of his paintings gave him even more confidence in his painting skills.

Back at Yunding Mansion, Chen Hao didn't rest.

He turned on his computer and began updating "The Adventures of the Chen Family's Daughter in the Mountains and Seas".

He plans to write two articles today.

One story is an adaptation of "Yu the Great Tames the Flood"—Sisi travels back to the flood era in her dream, not to help Yu the Great dig canals, but to teach people how to make simple rafts and buoys to deal with the floods in a smarter way.

Another version is adapted from "Nuwa Patches Up the Sky". However, in this version, Nuwa does not use five-colored stones to patch up the sky. Instead, she collects people's good wishes and smiles and weaves them into a seven-colored "heart net" to patch up the cracks in the sky.

[Ding! A clever combination of ancient mythology and a child's perspective, infused with modern scientific thinking; literary experience +185.]

[Ding! The emotional rendering is delicate, and the theme is positive and uplifting. Experience +168.]

After finishing and uploading the two stories, Chen Hao checked the backend data.

The total subscriptions for "The Adventures of the Chen Family's Daughter in the Mountains and Seas" are still steadily increasing, and the comment section is filled with calls for more updates and praise.

I had just logged out of Tongxin.com when my phone suddenly rang.

Chen Hao picked up his phone and saw that the caller ID showed "Lin Caiwei".

He froze for a moment.

At this time?

It was past 3 p.m., and Sisi was still at kindergarten.

Previously, Lin Caiwei would make video calls, usually in the evenings or on weekends, mainly to talk to Sisi.

Is he calling at this time of day looking for him?

With doubts in his mind, Chen Hao answered the video call.

Lin Caiwei's face appeared on the phone screen.

She appears to be in a temporary dressing room or backstage area, with some costumes and props visible in the background.

She wore exquisite stage makeup today, with her eyeliner drawn more prominently than usual, and her lips were a light cherry blossom pink, which made her skin appear even whiter and brighter.

Her hair was styled, with slightly wavy long hair draped over her shoulders, and a small silver crown hair accessory on her head, making her look both pure and dreamy, like she was on stage.

Chen Hao couldn't help but sigh inwardly: So beautiful.

Every time he saw Lin Caiwei, he felt a sense of unreality—

She had actually spent a night of pleasure with such a high-profile celebrity and even had a daughter with him.

If I told people about this experience, probably no one would believe it.

"Feeding?" Chen Hao greeted him.

"Caiwei, what can I do for you?"

Lin Caiwei on the other side of the screen seemed a little uneasy. Her eyes darted around for a moment before she looked at the camera.

"Um... I have something to take care of. Um... are you free tonight?"

"Evening? Yes, I don't have much to do after Sisi gets off school," Chen Hao said. "What's wrong?"

"I have a concert in Qingdao tonight at eight o'clock." Lin Caiwei's voice was softer than usual.

"I'm going to sing 'Starlight and Dust' at the concert, which is... the song you gave me."

"Oh, that's great!" Chen Hao laughed. "The premiere of the new song will definitely be a hit."

"Hmm..." Lin Caiwei responded, her fingers unconsciously twirling a strand of her hair.

"I just wanted to ask... does Sisi like listening to me sing? If she does, can I sing this song while..."

"Let Sisi...my assistant, use my phone to video call you, so Sisi can see what's happening."

As she spoke, her pace quickened slightly, as if she were afraid of being rejected:

"Of course, if you think it's too late, or Sisi needs to sleep, then forget it. I was just... asking casually."