There were many more young faces in the gallery.
Even Hua Jian hadn't expected so many people to turn up once the promotion allowing movie ticket holders to view the paintings began.
In the end, they had no choice but to introduce a numbered queue.
The gallery was fairly quiet when he arrived.
But plenty of people recognized him at a glance.
In fact, most of them were his fans.
After posing for photos with them, both individually and as a group, he finally made it to Jiang Ruiming's office.
Knock, knock!
"Come in."
Hua Jian pushed open the door and immediately spotted the guest in front of Jiang Ruiming's desk.
He was a fashionably dressed middle-aged man, and a hint of confusion appeared on his face when he saw Hua Jian.
"And this is...?"
"Haha, Mr. Sun, this is Mr. Hua Jian, one of our shareholders at Good Times. He heard you had two of Yishuang's paintings, so he came especially to take a look."
Mr. Sun nodded in understanding. "I see. I'd assumed the shareholder you mentioned was an older gentleman. Young people these days aren't particularly interested in fine art, after all."
As he spoke, however, his eyes never left Hua Jian's face.
Unable to help himself, he asked, "Are you from the Imperial Capital, Mr. Hua?"
Hua Jian smiled. "More or less. I moved there before I started elementary school."
Mr. Sun nodded thoughtfully. "I see. I went abroad many years ago myself. Traveling all over the world, I've grown used to seeing foreign faces. Perhaps I'm getting old, but seeing you just now, I couldn't help feeling you looked a little familiar."
"That must mean you have a special connection with Good Times, Mr. Sun," Jiang Ruiming said.
Hua Jian hadn't expected an academic like