Chapter 80 Appreciating the painting, she took the initiative to hold her

  Lin Jiao looked around with hope.

  When I saw the "Woman Holding a Parasol" by Monet, the joy was indescribable, and it was all expressed on my face.

  The woman in the painting is standing in the grass with a round umbrella, silk scarves and white dresses fluttering in the wind.

   Although the characters are blurred, with the stacking direction of the brush strokes, you can still feel the beauty of the time.

   "Uncle, do you know who she is?" Lin Jiao remembered the story behind the painting and asked Pei Zhi next to her with a smile.

   "Monet's wife Kamui."

   "No, Kamui's picture is in Washington."

   Pei Zhi found the picture of the painting from his memory, and a comparison really found the difference.

   He asked suspiciously, "Then who is she?"

   "Monet's second wife's daughter."

   "Not biological?"

   "No." Lin Jiao looked at two paintings from different angles: "Suzanne is the child of Monet's wife and his brother."

   The relationship is too complicated for Pei Zhi to evaluate.

   He looked at "Water Lilies" not far away, and took her there after she had admired the details of "Woman Holding a Parasol".

   While they were discussing, Qu Shao, who had no artistic skills at all, silently slowed down.

   He walked to "Van Gogh's Self-Portrait", turned on the camera and handed it to Vin Ole: "Take a photo of the two of us."

  Vin Ole shot and shot for him.

   Seeing that he only took pictures of Van Gogh's paintings from beginning to end, he was surprised: "Don't you see the works of Reano and Degas?"

   "Don't look." Qu Shao only knew Van Gogh.

   He sent the photo he took just now to the circle of friends, and after adding the text, he added: "Van Gogh is irreplaceable in my heart."

   "Which of his paintings do you like the most?"

   "The villa."

   Wen Ole didn't react for a long time.

   He leaned in and stared at Qu Shao's phone, and couldn't help but punch him: "Sand dollars! This is the church."

  “…”

  Three crows flew above Qu Shao's head.

   He turned off the screen and said solemnly: "A church is not a house? I think you are stupid."

   "Churches are not like houses."

   "What's the difference? Isn't it all granite?"

   "You quibble." Wen Ole said "quibble" in a strange tone, which made Qu Shao laugh.

   They debated the topic of 'house and church' for a long time, and after two hours, they were still talking to you and me.

   "Aren't you thirsty?" When Lin Jiao was led out of the museum by Pei Zhi, she looked back.

   "It's a little bit." Qu Shao swallowed his saliva: "I've been arguing with him, and I haven't even seen a few of the sculptures downstairs."

   "Then will you go in again?"

   "No." He couldn't understand anyway, so there was no need: "Where are we going next?"

   "Sacred Heart Church." Wen Ole found a parking space and sat in the driver's seat: "There is a LeCoqRico nearby that is not bad."

   "What is the signature dish?"

   "Roast chicken."

  Lin Jiao's appetite was aroused.

   She looked at the heavy traffic outside the window, and when the car pulled into an alley, she got out of the car and walked into LeCoqRico.

   Between sitting down and waiting for the meal, they talked about the next arrangement, and under Wen Ole's suggestion, they cut down the unnecessary places.

   "I'll book Disney tickets first." Qu Shao clicked on the ticketing software, and after paying, he asked, "Boss, what time will we be back?"

   "Three o'clock in the afternoon on the sixth."

   "That's about the same."

   "Well." Pei Zhi rolled up his sleeves and wiped away the juice that Lin Jiao accidentally spilled on the table: "I can rest for a while when I go back."

  Lin Jiao drank the remaining juice, and when she smiled, the end of her eyes lifted slightly, like a small hook.

   She rested her cheeks in her palm, and her jade-like fingertips stroked the fluff on her skin: "I will be working for President Pei again in a few days."

   "You don't want to work?"

   "Yes, but I would prefer a raise."

   "Me too!" Qu Shao's eyes lit up when he heard the salary increase: "Boss, can you go back and give us a raise?"

   "Okay." Pei Zhi agreed simply.

   He looked at the roast chicken on the table, and while the waiter cut it, he asked Lin Jiao, "What's your current salary?"

   "Five thousand."

   "So low?"

  Lin Jiao's expression did not change: "I just passed the trial period at the end of last month, and there is not much bonus yet."

  Sheng Heng has too many departments, and it is impossible for Pei Zhi to pay attention to the wages of his employees.

   He cast his gaze at Qu Shao, who said, "Ordinary employees in the planning department earn a monthly income of around 8,000 to 15,000."

   "What about the team leader?"

   "Team leader 150,000 to 20,000."

   Pei Zhi forked a piece of chicken and put it on her plate, and asked her career plan: "Do you want to stay in the planning department all the time?"

   "So far."

  Lin Jiao tasted the tender meat on the outside and inside: "I'll consider other things when I'm promoted to team leader."

   "Well." Pei Zhi knew she wanted to learn something, so she simply waited for her to complete her goal before teaching her anything else.

   He suppressed the thought of bringing her to his side: "With your ability, it is no problem to be promoted to supervisor."

   "I think so too." Qu Shao echoed.

   He reminded Pei Zhi secretly again: "The salary of the supervisor is more, and it will rise faster."

  Lin Jiao heard the words he deliberately gritted.

   She smirked: "How much can it go up?"

   "It depends on the boss's mood." Qu Shao talked about the salary of the supervisor, but his eyes kept looking at Pei Zhi.

   Pei Zhi could not understand his mind.

   He chewed the roast chicken and said calmly, "I'll be in a better mood if you say a few words less."

   "Got it."

  Qu Shao will stop talking about this topic.

   He raised the glass and touched them, chatting and laughing to liven up the atmosphere, and enjoying the feeling of comfort and tranquility.

  As time goes by, the golden crow hanging in the sky falls from the west, alternates with the bright moon, and then rises from the east.

   The four-person sedan crossed the streets and alleys of Paris, faced Xuyang and headed east, and stopped outside the gate of Disney Studios.

  Disney Paris is divided into two parks: Disney Studios and Disneyland. The former is suitable for exciting and adventurous projects, while the latter is suitable for taking pictures, watching parades and fireworks at night.

   "Do you want to play this?" Wen Ole pointed to the ancient pagoda on the left and turned his head to ask them.

"what is that?"

   "Haunted House."

  Lin Jiao agreed out of curiosity.

   She followed in their footsteps, entered the haunted house in the hotel, and watched the video in the lobby under the guidance of the waiter.

  The plot tells that on the night of October 31st, the hotel was struck by a bolt of lightning, causing an elevator full of passengers to be sent to the underworld.

   Just looking at the flashing pictures in the video, Lin Jiao had an indescribable nervousness.

   She glanced at the spider web above her head and leaned towards Pei Zhi: "Uncle, I think it's better for you to hold me."

   "Didn't I hold it all the time?" Pei Zhi looked at the slender wrist he held in his palm.

   "This method of pulling won't work." She pursed her lips, but she never looked away from his face: "It's too easy to be pushed away."

   (end of this chapter)