Bai Ye finally failed to know from Wang Jing’s authenticity, what was the so-called big excitement and grand event, but he did not refuse the invitation.

Besides, he knew in his heart that Wang Jingzheng's invitation was probably planned for a long time and it was absolutely impossible to be a temporary decision, so he thought about it and agreed with the flow.

After that, Bai Ye also said goodbye with gaze and left.

After leaving the office building, he asked, "Cao Xiang, do you know what President Wang said, what happened?"

"Don't know."

Cao Xiang shook her head, a little confused: "After these days, you and I have been abroad, and I have not paid attention to any major events in the industry."

"Then go and inquire..."

"oh!"

Finally, the two returned to the hotel, and Cao Xiang didn't find out any news.

So the next morning, Bai Ye came to the Beijing Academy of Fine Arts with confusion and met Wang Jingzheng, and set off together.

The place I went there seemed to be a little far away, and it took me about two hours to arrive.

Baiye vaguely felt that he had gone to the suburbs. However, in the capital, there was no suburbs. There were high-rise buildings inside and outside the Fifth Ring Road.

After finally reaching the destination, Baiye didn't know the specific location, but he knew that this was a garden with a fresh environment and a clear lake.

It seems that this is still a private garden. Because the door is strictly guarded and requires the permission of internal personnel, it is allowed to enter. I don’t know if it is a membership system or an invited guest, so I am qualified to step in.

Where is this?

Bai Ye looked around curiously, but suddenly heard Cao Xiang whisper: "Wanchun Garden."

"What?"

Bai Ye turned around, with doubts in his eyes. Where is Wanchun Garden? He remembered that he had no impression of this.

"This is a garden built by a powerful man in ancient times."

Cao Xiang explained: "In ancient times, the capital lacked greening and it was very hot in summer, so princes and nobles like to build manors outside the capital to escape the summer heat."

"I remember this Wanchun Garden seemed to be a noble relative from the foreign country who paid a lot of money to hire a garden construction craftsman from Jiangnan. It took more than ten years to complete the construction."

Cao Xiang said slowly: "The garden has beautiful scenery. Even though the nobles declined later, the garden has been replaced several generations of owners, but the building is well preserved until now..."

"Now, who is the owner of the garden?" Bai Ye asked. After knowing who the owner was, maybe he could tell what the event was.

“…”

Cao Xiang suddenly lost his voice. Such transactions in famous gardens are often hundreds of millions or even tens of billions. It is impossible to publicly promote them publicly, and they are usually carried out in secret.

He also has no channel to collect information on this.

"Okay, I understand." Bai Ye no longer made things difficult for Cao Xiang. After all, the person has arrived, and you will definitely be able to understand the truth after taking a few more steps.

The group got off the car, and a few people immediately smiled and said, "President Wang, you are finally here, everyone is waiting for you."

"I'm not late."

Wang Jingzheng smiled and said, "What are you waiting for me? Today's protagonist is not me."

"Hey, who said you are not the protagonist? Wherever you are, this is all..." A man raised his thumbs up, his smiley teeth shining with white light.

Seeing this, Bai Ye couldn't help but make a fool of himself.

"You can talk." Wang Jingzheng laughed and walked: "Let's go and see the real protagonist."

"Please..." The man quickly led the way.

The white leaves followed and their eyes swam.

Antique buildings are not retro, but truly ancient.

The bricks, wood, mud and tiles in them have a history of hundreds of years. Even if they have been repaired during this period, the overall building is still the original appearance.

Brick walls, stone bridges, seemingly flat pavement, and some small potholes and cracks, which are the charm left over from time to time.

Before Bai Ye could sigh, he had already walked through a corridor. When he suddenly realized that a building similar to a palace appeared.

The double-eaved palace, red and blue pigments, painted with various auspicious patterns and patterns, rendering the palace very noble. The main hall is open, and you can see the lights inside illuminating, and many people chatting in it, making bursts of laughter and joy.

"Hey, the president is here."

"Old Wang!"

"Brother Jing Zheng..."

The group of people appeared at the entrance of the hall, which immediately attracted the attention of everyone in the hall. As the guide said, where Wang Jing was appearing, even if he was not the protagonist, it should not be ignored.

Many people raise their hands to signal or call for greetings.

Some people came up directly, smiling like the spring breeze.

Seeing Wang Jingzheng trapped in the crowd, Bai Ye and Cao Xiang also took a few steps back tactfully, giving up enough positions to not block other people's paths.

At this moment, the two of them finally knew what the so-called grand event was. They saw that there were two floors in the main hall. One of the wing rooms was distributed in an orderly manner, connecting with the hall, forming a different space.

On the walls of these spaces, either calligraphy and paintings were hung or things were displayed. Looking at the participants, their words and deeds were all like artists.

In other words, this should be an internal exchange meeting.

"The artists in the capital are basically here, right?" Bai Ye glanced at it and found that there were at least several hundred people here. Fortunately, the space in the hall was spacious enough, otherwise it would not have accommodated so many people.

"There are basically here with names and surnames."

Cao Xiang's breathing was also a little rapid, and he whispered: "Beijing Circle... No, it should be said that the most powerful group of people in the industry are almost here. To put it bluntly, if a bomb falls, the art industry will retreat at least twenty years..."

“Not that exaggerated.”

Bai Ye smiled playfully and said, "At most, ten years... or five or six years. Don't doubt the blood transfusion and blood-making ability of major art academies. Maybe these people are gone, and the industry is more likely to burst into amazing energy, and talents are like blowouts, endless."

"...You should be careful in this occasion and don't joke around." Cao Xiang felt a little headache about Bai Ye's mouth.

The key is that he actually felt that Bai Ye's words seemed to make sense...

Stop, don't think about it any more.

Cao Xiang calmed down and quietly introduced: "The old man with a white beard and a coat and a cloth shoe is Zhang Sheng, who is known as a modern calligraphy master. The middle-aged uncle with a white face and a thin appearance is a master of carving with a ghost hand..."

He introduced one by one, and everyone he pointed out was a big shot in the industry, a big shot that made Bai Ye feel "appreciated".
Chapter completed!