Zhang Qisheng glanced at the venue and, hands clasped behind his back, leisurely ascended the stairs. Looking back, he noticed Leh Ying drinking water in the lounge and beckoned to her.
Setting down her water glass, Leh Ying approached, "Director."
She seemed to find the success of her first exhibition unbelievable.
Seeing right through her thoughts written on her face, Zhang Qisheng called her to join him upstairs, "It's normal for you to achieve this level of success. We invited all the necessary people, and they appreciate your paintings very much."
"Thank you, Director."
"Then you are thanking the wrong person," Zhang Qisheng said meaningfully.
Leh Ying had to admit, it wasn't the artwork that was key, but rather the people who came behind the scenes. Spending money on paintings was just a way of extending social courtesies.
The two entered the studio together.
Watching Zhang Qisheng perusing the profits at the table, Leh Ying tentatively asked, "Director."
