Chapter 5 14 Ruthless
Ye Guo still called Li Hong.
Li Hong picked it up, with music in the background and a young male voice asking her if she wanted water. Ye Guo felt disturbed, said sorry, and asked if it was convenient.
"It's okay, you saw the information and photos, right?"
Ye Guo's gaze fell on the face of another person other than Li Hong, and said, "Is this a photo of your salon today?" "
"yes, they're all old friends, just chatting. By the way, Mr. Zong Runlin knows, right? He is now an honorary professor at our school. "
Zong Runlin is an oil painter of Ye Guo's father's generation, and recently watched the news that he was an art director, a middle-aged and elderly Confucian student, who became famous at a young age, and was also very successful in the film and television industry.
Although the social recognition is very high, but his peers have mixed reviews of him, in the past ten years, his works have become fewer, but the rivers and lakes have always had his stories, such as business, such as the third or fourth marriage.
Ye Guo was very sure that there was no Zong Runlin himself in this photo.
"The one on the edge, the one with short hair, isn't it handsome?" Li Hong smiled softly on the other end of the phone.
"The skinny, young one?" Ye Guo pointed to the one he saw at noon, after all, there was no one more handsome than him in the photo.
"Yes, he is the son of Professor Zong."
Ye Guo was a little surprised again, he couldn't see the similarity at all, Professor Zong's appearance was an ordinary Han nationality.
"He used to be the editor-in-chief of print media, and his family invested in the gallery earlier, and he started to manage it himself last year, and signed a lot of painters and photographers, and he has a very good set of business, I think he is a partner who can cooperate, are you interested in meeting it? I mentioned you to him today, and he wants to see you. "
Hearing his background and recalling that face and that look, Ye Guo was a little stunned.
"I don't even have a resume yet."
"You did it when you graduated, it should be soon."
"Can you tell me his name? Let me understand the background and prepare. "
"Zong Yue, the leap of the scales."
That night, Ye Guo nibbled on vegetable steamed buns while flipping through the official account of Zoo Art Gallery from its inception to the latest one. Including the ongoing solo exhibitions, joint exhibitions, exhibition information, artist introduction, thematic and artist recruitment, as well as design and publishing business to cooperate with the promotion, in addition to two large-scale commercial complex art consultants... Only two articles are about the agency team.
One is the team's start-up, the company was founded five years ago, and all women except the manager.
The other introduces the latest manager, Zong Yue, who is not only the manager, but also a former advertising person, editor-in-chief of New Media Life Magazine, editorial director of Fashion Magazine, life columnist, film critic, and curator...
There are not a lot of photos on the website, most of them are exhibition environments, office environments, and project photos. The office environment may be deliberately made for display, and some of the displays themselves are installation art.
Zong Yue has a single photo, posed next to the company's logo, which looks like an old-fashioned bungalow building, the size of three rooms, with a small garden. He wore a brown cardigan with a suit collar, jeans and sneakers, and he smiled well, not the slightly narrowed smile he had at dinner today.
Because the progress bar was pulled a little faster by Li Hong, Ye Guo had to continue searching for other information on the Internet.
She found an episode of a father-son conversation program, in Zong Runlin's studio in Dali, the interviewer was Zong Yue, the year before last, he should not have been the director of Zoo Art Gallery, but the editor-in-chief.
When the father and son are together, they look similar at first glance, but their demeanor is very different, the dynamic Zong Run has a faint sorrow between his eyebrows, and he is full of spirit after becoming famous, but Zong Yue is obviously at the peak of his career, and his appearance and mental state are excellent.
Father and son have a lot of topics, talking about the weather in Dali, the rainy season in August, outside the window is the green countryside of Xizhou, and the two sit around the indoor stove to drink tea and chat... This is followed by some deeper topics, about nature, people, and ultimate propositions such as death, loneliness, and meaninglessness, which should be Zong Runlin's most recent creative propositions.
may be because of the identity of father and son, this fruitless interview show has become an eye-catching reality show.
In the camera, Zong Runlin's youngest son, who may be four or five years old, and Zong Runlin's supermodel wife, who is less than thirty years old, because she is from the Bai nationality, so the studio was chosen in Xizhou.
Zong Runlin shows an unfinished portrait of Mrs. Zong in front of the camera, wearing a Bai costume, a red dress and a flower hat, and a wisp of white tassel hanging from one side. Zong Runlin painted, and Zong Yue watched from the sidelines. There is a camera that cuts to the side of his face, looking at the painting, and looking at his father's wife with a white tassel hanging from her shoulder, her eyes are indifferent.
At the end of the episode, there is also a picture of him and his youngest brother playing with a tie-dye ball.
The click-through rate of that issue was super high, and someone put the screenshot of his painting and model looking at his father in the comment area, and the comment was a realistic version of my mother's literature, and the comment area was not a selection mode, but basically open. Some people say that Zong Runlin's works are just like that, and more are comments on his enviable private life, which is what the children and grandchildren all mean originally, and there are also comments on Zong Yue's career, sour that he has connections to inherit, and some say that he can endure his father to this extent is really ruthless.
Ye Guo carefully paid attention to the difference in the expressions of the father and son, and it was not ruled out that it was designed, Zong Yue's indifference was like a kind of iron wall, completely isolating the outside world from the heart. But even if it's acting, it's hard to act well. Ye Guo thought he couldn't do it.
When she turned off the computer and went to bed, it was already three o'clock in the morning, and she had just found a comfortable position to fall asleep, when something jumped up behind the bed... It was big and heavy, stepped on the leaf fruit several times, and finally turned around in place a few times, formed a ball, and fell asleep.
That night, she dreamed again, dreaming of "that person".
That year, Ye Guo was a sophomore, and Yu Jingsheng was a sophomore, Ye Guo didn't quite understand, at that time, he was embarrassed to walk into the classroom to find her, or waited for her to greet him first.
Early the next morning, Ye Guo, who was unemployed, no longer needed to get up early and wanted to sleep lazy, but he was overwhelmed before seven o'clock, his eyes opened, and a cat face was close.
She sat up and blasted the cat down. The ancestor jumped a few steps away, snorted twice, and scolded very dirty. The cat bowl in the corner is empty.
Ye Guo got up to fill the cat bowl, buckled a spoonful of the can, and when he lay back on the bed after washing his hands, he received a voice message from his father on his mobile phone: "Guoguo, are you going out today?" I told your mother that you have a cat, and she asked me to help you install a diamond screen, you should open the window, otherwise the house stinks. "
Ye Guo replied: "No need, I'm going to give it away." "
Dad Ye said again: "Your screen window is also old, so install a new one." I'll go out and find it later, and I'll pretend when you come back. "
Then there was no information.
Ye Guo looked at Xuanfan's ancestor, thinking that he hadn't received the money, and there was a debt collector, how much money had been spent on this entry and exit, and thinking that he had no job now and was in no mood, he simply got up to make a resume, and also thought that the last time he took a ID photo was a few years ago.
She feels that she has been old in the past two years, but in fact, she is not old, she just doesn't take care of it. If you want to go out and find a job, you have to pay attention to your resume and interview, and you have to put a lot of thought into it, at least you have to look a little more sophisticated.
Thinking of the word exquisite, Li Hong appeared in Ye Guo's mind, and Zong Yue also appeared.
People with good looks may have different luck. She thought.
Ye Guo decided to get a haircut first, he had been a ponytail for so many years, and his hair was slightly forked. All that can be thought of is a small barber shop nearby. The shopkeeper is a husband and wife stall, the aunt washes her hair, the uncle gets a haircut, and the price is conscientious, all of which are nearby businesses.
She got up and freshened up and went out, the barbershop had just opened, the lamp barrel was spinning, and there was a faint smell of ammonia in the shop.
As soon as the uncle in his sixties saw Ye Guo, he called out, "Why is the little girl here", and the aunt was heating the towel and also called Sheng Guoguo. Mama Ye's head is also hot here.
Sitting in the seat, the uncle asked Ye Guo in the mirror, "How do you want to cut it today?" "
Ye Guo hadn't done his hair for two years, and he had no idea at all.
"Then I'll give you a few funky ones to look at." Uncle took out the PAD.
Ye Guo remembers that when he was a child, he used to have a very thick hairstyle book with L'Oreal written on it, and the models were all foreign aunts. She looked at the PAD from the beginning to the end page, and it was still unchecked.
The aunt came over, looked at the mirror for a while and said, "Guoguo, did anyone say that you look like a star?" It's the ... in Zhen Huan's biography."
The leaves have a short face, the corners of the eyes are blunt, and the whole is juvenile.
In fact, not only the aunt felt it, but Ye Guo's parents also felt that when they saw a certain noble portrait of Zhen Huan, when the character died, his parents were sad for two days, saying that the emperor would not die well, and almost abandoned the drama. When replayed, the dead episode must be skipped and not watched.
"That star has good short hair and average long hair." Auntie said.
The uncle flipped over a neck-length short hair and said: "This doesn't need to be positioned and ironed, the lower head is thin, the upper head looks thick, and if you are afraid that the bangs will block your eyes, you will grab a half ponytail when you read, and add a color, which is fashionable!" "
Ye Guo also thought it looked good, and decided to leave it at the moment.
The aunt welcomed her to the washbasin, asked her to lie down and said, "The towel is a little hot, boil it." "I came out with a hot towel from the cabinet next to me, shook it, and pounced on it.
Ye Guo pouted in the towel and said, "Hey, it's hot!" "
"It's comfortable when the pores open!" Auntie's voice came in through the towel.
At noon that day, Ye Guo finished cutting his hair, and went to the small photo studio in Xincun to take pictures of his documents, and sat down in front of the white background with a short dark chestnut neck, and the photographer took a few photos, and then went to the computer to edit and print them.
Ye Guo took the cut ID photo, walked down the street, passed by a nearby bookstore, looked at himself reflected in the glass, and suddenly felt that the future might be different.
It's not that Pretty will transfer, but she's sure she's trying to walk into a set of rules that she didn't care about before.