A beep in the microphone, but it shows that the power is turned off.

The manager tskated and changed the number and called again, but it still couldn't get through.

"It shouldn't be." He frowned.

This said that people would contact him when they came, but they couldn't contact him at all. What should I do?

He was about to continue to beat him, but the waiter next to him swallowed his throat and asked, "Manager, are you contacting Mr. Bo?"

"Nonsense." The manager was struggling with what to do.

The waiter said: "Actually, we may have misunderstood. Mr. Bo asked us to contact him in time. Is it because he and the female painter knew each other?"

The manager felt puzzled and looked at him: "What do you say well, why can't I understand?"

The waiter touched his nose and did not dare to suck his appetite. He immediately said, "When I just welcomed the guests into the door, I heard them talking about Mr. Bo, and said, "As soon as I was talking about Mr. Bo..."

With a swish, several employees just pushed the door open and came in.

When I heard this sentence, I suddenly stopped.

Look at me and I look at you, and a sentence echoes in my mind.

Always a scumbag?

Why do you seem to smell the melon?

There were many people all of a sudden, the scene became messy, and a murmuring sound spread.

The manager hurriedly said, "You can go away even if you don't go to work. Why are you gathering here if you don't have to work? I think you want to deduct it if you have too much salary, right?"

As soon as he said this, the others laughed dryly and quickly scattered.

The remaining waiter was about to leave, but the manager grabbed him: "You stay, I ask you, what you just said is true?"

The waiter nodded: "Really, manager, I heard it with my own ears. Besides, Mr. Bo's name is not that simple, just a duplicate name!"

The entire mall is just this thin and light-hearted.

The manager thought something.

Could it be that Mr. Bo was so amazing and had such a big reaction last time, not because he was a good painting, but because he met an acquaintance?

Indeed, no one has ever seen his identity before, and he would not have made such a huge contribution to a painting.

But he not only knew others, but was also called a scumbag...

Sure enough, there are so many troubles for rich people.

The manager waved to the waiter and whispered: "If you do this, you will keep the best private room for that lady in the future, and all her consumption lists, cards, do you understand?"

The waiter opened his eyes and nodded repeatedly: "I understand."

The manager waved his hand and told him to leave.

Then, I added a text message to Bo Qingyun's number, without saying much, and just briefly explained that people are here today.

If the phone cannot be reached, he cannot blame him, but he has given such a great special benefit, so he is not worried that the female painter will not come next time.

Then, it will be the time for him to make contributions!

The manager took the phone away and went out happily.

When I arrived at the hall, the more I looked at the painting, the more I liked it.

Of course, when he knew the true value of this painting, it would be more than just pleasing to you...

Xia Wanxin sat down next to the window.

Ah Qing sat face to face with her with sweetheart in her arms, while Xia Wanting bent her long legs and sat next to Ah Qing.

However, his attention was not entirely on A Qing, and his eyes were always staring at Xia Wanxin, and he didn't say anything.
Chapter completed!