The next day, at breakfast time.
Strangely, Yuan Zhou didn't see the lively figure of Wuhai. Could it be that he was still asleep?
Probably not. Regarding eating, Wuhai's biological clock was never sloppy. He didn't even need to set an alarm clock.
Thinking of how Wuhai 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 care about it. He was thick-skinned. What could happen to him?
After breakfast, Yuan Zhou's strange ringtone rang again.
There was a phone call. Yuan Zhou took a look at the caller ID and found it was Zheng Jiawei.
"What's wrong with Jiawei?" Yuan Zhou asked after he answered the call.
"Cough cough. Nothing serious. Little Hai was admitted to the hospital again. This time, he can be discharged in two or three days. But I still have to trouble Boss Yuan," Zheng Jiawei coughed dryly and then said.
"Did his waist injury relapse?" Yuan Zhou thought. Could it be that he was too happy to go back and started to twist his waist again?
"He ate too much. The doctor said that he should rest for two days and eat something light." Zheng Jiawei tried his best to keep his tone calm.
Only God knew that Wuhai immediately collapsed when he returned to the art studio yesterday. Zhou Xi and Zheng Jiawei were startled and sent to the hospital immediately.
After checking and knowing the situation, Zheng Jiawei was stupefied. There was nothing abnormal when he ate!
Zhou Xi thought, Only Eaves Wu could do that. If it were me, I definitely couldn't do it.
"He made it?" Yuan Zhou repeated and still couldn't believe it.
Wu Hai managed to hold on until the end? This was such a fantastical thing.
"It's good that he's fine," Yuan Zhou added hurriedly.
"Thank you for your concern, Boss Yuan. Little Hai is fine. But I still have to trouble Boss Yuan these two days," Zheng Jiawei said.
After hanging up the phone, Yuan Zhou was silent for a minute. "Even with my insight, I couldn't see that Wuhai ate too much. What kind of strength and stomach does he have?!"
After sighing, Yuan Zhou began to study the prototype of the cake house.
He turned to the hospital.
Not long after he hung up the call with Yuan Zhou, Zheng Jiawei received a call from Christie's Auction House. The 108 Generals of Water Margin sculpted by Yuan Zhou and the 108 Generals of Water Margin sculpted by Wu Hai based on Yuan Zhou's sculpting would be auctioned together in Italy tomorrow night. Yuan Zhou definitely didn't have time to invite the sculptor. Therefore, only Wu Hai could do it on his behalf.
"Hello, are you Mr. Zheng? I'm Casilla, the supervisor of Christie's auction house's Italian office. I've contacted you before to confirm the flight number. Mr. Wu's painting and Mr. Yuan's sculpture will be auctioned at that time." It was a gentle girl who spoke Chinese. She was obviously well-versed in the language, but she still had an Italian accent.
"I'm Zheng Jiawei. Ms. Casilla, I'm very sorry! Mr. Wu can't come tomorrow, "Zheng Jiawei's tone was apologetic.
Previously, Yuan Zhou thought that Zheng Jiawei didn't stop Wuhai and let him eat because there was something going on. It was indeed like that. They had agreed to attend the auction.
"What's wrong?" Casilla was stunned. She called to confirm it because the itinerary had been arranged beforehand.
"He's in the hospital," Zheng Jiawei said.
"Uh … didn't Mr. Wu just get out of the hospital yesterday?" Casilla asked.
Zheng Jiawei said, "Yes, and then he was hospitalized again today. He's not in good health recently and needs to rest in the hospital. He can't travel far, so he can't attend the auction. I'm really sorry."
"That's really a pity. Mr. Wu should take care of his health. I heard that artists don't eat or sleep in order to create their works. I hope Mr. Wu can eat more food so that he can get better faster." This time, Casilla used Italian. She couldn't help it. The meaning she expressed was too complicated. It couldn't be expressed with her simple Chinese.
"… Well, thank you for your concern, Ms. Casilla. Thank you very much for your invitation." Zheng Jiawei thanked her in fluent Italian as usual.
Both sides praised each other for a while before hanging up the phone.
"Xiaohai, your painting and Boss Yuan's sculpture will be auctioned tomorrow night. You can't go because of your health," Zheng Jiawei said while looking at Wuhai, who was bored on the bed.
"What about you?" Wuhai asked Zheng Jiawei if he would go.
"There are two events here suddenly, so I can't attend to them at the same time. I can only call someone to ask Zhou Xi to go and have a look," Zheng Jiawei said.
"Oh, Zhou Xi can go too. Let those foreigners have a good look at our country's things." Wuhai was a little weak.
Actually, Zheng Jiawei had arranged to go to Italy. With his ability, how could there be an emergency? To put it bluntly, Zheng Jiawei had to take care of the sick Wuhai.
However, Zheng Jiawei didn't say that because he was afraid that Wuhai would be unhappy. Because Wu Shou was very concerned about the joint auction with Yuan Zhou's sculpture.
Of course, it also showed that Wuhai trusted Zheng Jiawei very much and wouldn't doubt Zheng Jiawei's words.
"Xiaohai, do you want Zhou Xi to do a live broadcast for you tomorrow?" Zheng Jiawei asked.
After thinking for a while, Wuhai nodded and agreed.
Actually, his lack of energy had little to do with being hospitalized. It was mainly because Wuhai felt that being hospitalized was the most shameful thing in the history of being a good-for-nothing.
Moreover, Wuhai was the owner of a golden good-for-nothing!
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Zhou Xi came to Italy with Zheng Jiawei's instructions.
"This time, I definitely won't let Eaves Wu and Brother Zheng down." Zhou Xi was full of energy.
Italy at night was filled with a strong exotic atmosphere. The Italian office of Christie's Auction House was located in Rome, which was also known as the "Eternal City".
Rome was the birthplace of ancient Rome. It had a long history of more than 2,500 years. There were traces of history everywhere. It was a city full of traces of time.
Zhou Xi didn't introduce the scenery along the way because he didn't come here for a tour. He rushed to the destination without stopping.
The entrance of the auction house was bustling. Many celebrities came because of the fame of Christie's Auction House.
The well-dressed and elegant guests entered through the gorgeous door politely with invitation letters in their hands.
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 are here too. Didn't you go to the Morris Art Exhibition in London?" Kemasi was a little surprised to see Leeuwenhoek here.
One had to know that the Morris Art Exhibition was held once every ten years, and it was very valuable. Leeuwenhoek had been talking about participating in this exhibition for the past two years to see if there were any new talents emerging.
As a master of the Italian art circle, this was his home ground. It was reasonable for him to appear here.
"You didn't go either. Wherever there is Wu's painting, I will be there. After all, I am the hope of our European art circle. Moreover, I received news that this is Wu's most satisfactory work this year, even surpassing the Monster Eating Meat." Leeuwenhoek rolled his eyes at Kemasi who was putting on an act.
"No problem. Then, does Mr. Leeuwenhoek have an invitation letter?" Kemasi's old face smiled brightly.
There were many types of auctions. For example, there were online invitations. As long as one filled in the information online, one could enter. There were also auctions where assets were verified on the spot. There were also auctions where invitations were sent out in advance.
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