1834 The greatest shame of the good-for-nothing world

The next day, during breakfast time.

The strange thing was that Yuan Zhou didn't see Wu Hai's lively figure. Was he still sleeping?

No. When it came to eating, Wu Hai's biological clock was never careless. He didn't even need to set an alarm clock.

Thinking of how Wu Hai ate so much without restraint yesterday and how Zheng Jiawei didn't stop him, Yuan Zhou guessed that there might be some activities that he had to attend.

After thinking for a while, Yuan Zhou didn't pay much attention to it. With such thick skin, what could possibly happen?

After breakfast, the strange Bell rang again.

There was a call. Yuan Zhou took a look at the caller ID and found it was Zheng Jiawei.

"What's wrong with Jiawei?" Yuan Zhou answered the call and asked.

"Ahem, it's not a big deal. It's just that little hai was admitted to the hospital again. This time, he will be discharged in two or three days. But I still have to trouble boss Yuan." Zheng Jiawei gave a dry cough and then said.

"Your waist injury has relapsed?" Yuan Zhou thought that maybe she was too happy to go back and started to twist her body again.

"I ate too much. The doctor said that I'll be fine after eating something light for two days." Zheng Jiawei tried his best to maintain a calm tone.

Only God knew that when he returned to the studio yesterday and was about to leave after explaining all kinds of precautions, Wu Hai immediately fell down, which startled Zhou Xi and Zheng Jiawei and they were immediately sent to the hospital.

After checking and knowing the situation, Zheng Jiawei was dumbfounded. There was nothing unusual when he ate the food!

Zhou Xi thought, only eaves Wu can do it. If it were me, I definitely wouldn't be able to.

"You managed to hold on?" Yuan Zhou repeated and still couldn't believe it.

Did Wu Hai reach the limit? This was such a fantasy.

"It's good that you're fine. " Yuan Zhou hurriedly added.

"Thank you for your concern, boss Yuan. Little hai will be fine. It's just that I still need to trouble boss Yuan for the next two days." Zheng Jiawei said.

After hanging up the phone, Yuan Zhou was silent for a minute,"even with my insight, I couldn't tell that Wu Hai ate too much at that time. What kind of strength and stomach does he have?"

After sighing with emotion, Yuan Zhou began to study the prototype of The Cake House.

He turned his gaze to the hospital.

Not long after he hung up the phone, Zheng Jiawei received a call from Christie's auction house. The 108 Water Margin painting that Yuan Zhou had sculpted and the 108 painting that Wu Hai had created based on Yuan Zhou's sculpture would be auctioned in Italy tomorrow night. Yuan Zhou definitely didn't have the time to invite the artists, so Wu Hai had to do it on his behalf.

"Hello, are you Mr. Zheng? I'm Casilla, the head of the Italy office of Christie's auction house. I've contacted you before to confirm the flight number. Mr. Wu's paintings and Mr. Yuan's sculptures will be auctioned." It was a gentle girl who spoke Chinese. She was obviously quite accomplished, but she still had a Little Italy accent.

"I'm Zheng Jiawei. Ms. Casila, I'm very sorry! Mr. Wu can't come tomorrow. " Zheng Jiawei said with an apologetic tone.

Previously, Yuan Zhou had thought that Zheng Jiawei didn't stop Wu Hai and then let him eat because there was some event going on. That was indeed the case. Zheng Jiawei had originally agreed to attend the auction.

"What's wrong?" Casilla was stunned. This phone call was originally to confirm, because the schedule had been arranged before.

"He's in the hospital. " Zheng Jiawei said.

"Um ... Didn't Mr. Wu just get out of the hospital yesterday?" Casilla said.

Zheng Jiawei said,"yes, he was hospitalized again today. He has been in poor health recently and needs to rest in the hospital. He can't travel far. I'm really sorry that he can't attend the auction."

"That's really a pity. Mr. Wu, you should take care of your health. I heard that painters don't eat or sleep for the sake of creating. I hope Mr. Wu can eat more food so that you can recover faster." Casilla spoke in Italian this time. She had no choice as the meaning she wanted to express was too complicated. She could not speak with her shallow Chinese.

"...Well, thank you for your concern, Ms. Casilla. I'm very grateful for your invitation." Zheng Jiawei expressed his thanks in fluent Italian as usual.

The two parties praised each other for a while before hanging up.

"Little hai, your paintings and boss Yuan's sculptures will be auctioned tomorrow night. You won't be able to attend the auction with your current condition." Zheng Jiawei looked at Wu Hai who was bored on the bed and said.

"What about you?" Wu Hai asked Zheng Jiawei if he wanted to go there.

"There are two activities here all of a sudden, so I can't do anything at the same time. I can only call Zhou Xi to go over and take a look." Zheng Jiawei said.

"Oh, Zhou Xi can go too. Let those foreigners have a good look at our country's products." Wu Hai was a little weak.

In fact, he didn't even think about it. With Zheng Jiawei's capability, how could he be delayed by any emergency when he had already arranged to go to Italy? to put it bluntly, Zheng Jiawei had to take care of the sick Wu Hai.

However, Zheng Jiawei didn't say that as he was afraid that Wu Hai would be unhappy. The Black Beast was very attentive to the joint auction with Yuan Zhou's sculpture.

Of course, on the other hand, it also showed that Wu Hai trusted Zheng Jiawei very much and would not doubt his words.

"Little hai, do you want Zhou Xi to do a live broadcast for you tomorrow?" Zheng Jiawei asked.

Wu Hai thought for a while and then nodded his head.

Being so listless actually had nothing to do with being hospitalized. The main reason was that Wu Hai felt that being stuffed to the hospital was the most humiliating thing in the history of a good-for-nothing, nothing else.

Moreover, Wu Hai was the owner of a Golden Rice bucket.

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Zhou Xi arrived in Italy with Zheng Jiawei's instructions.

"This time, I will not let eaves Wu and brother Zheng down." Zhou Xihu exerted all his strength.

Italy at night was full of a strong exotic atmosphere. The Italian office of Christie's auction house was located in Rome, also known as the 'Eternal City'.

Rome was the birthplace of ancient Rome. It had 2500 years of history and was a city filled with the marks of time.

There was no need to introduce the scenery along the way, because Zhou Xi was not here for a vacation. He rushed to the destination without stopping.

The entrance of the auction house was already bustling with people from the upper society.

The well-dressed and elegant guests each held their invitation cards and walked through the gorgeous door politely.

However, there was a group of people who looked very special. They were dressed very formally, but they always felt out of place with the other guests.

"You're here too. Didn't you go to the Morris exhibition in London?" Kemash was slightly surprised to see Levin Huke here.

One had to know that the Morris exhibition was held once every ten years, and the value of this event was quite high. Two years ago, liewen Huke had been talking about wanting to participate in this exhibition to see if there were any new seedlings.

As a famous artist Italy, it was considered his home ground, so it was reasonable for him to be here.

"You didn't go either. Wherever Wu's painting is, I'll be there too. After all, he's the hope of Europe's painting world. I also received news that this is Wu's most pleased work this year. It even surpassed the monster eating picture." Levin Huke rolled his eyes at kmaxi, who was putting on an act.

"No problem. Then, does Mr. Levin Huke have an invitation?" Kemasi's old face had a bright smile.

There were many types of auctions. For example, there was an online invitation. As long as you filled in your information online, you could enter. There was also an on-the-spot asset verification. There was also this kind of invitation that was sent out in advance.

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