Hua Jian never received a reply from Bo Lin.
Before bed, Hua Jian checked WeChat again, closed and reopened the app, then turned his connection off and back on.
Still no new messages.
Bo Lin must have gone to sleep.
Hua Jian felt a pang of disappointment. Something about their call today had felt strange in a way he couldn't quite explain.
His last thought before falling asleep was, It's fine. I'll see Bo Lin tomorrow.
We can talk in person just as well.
What he hadn't expected was that not only would he fail to see Bo Lin the next day, he wouldn't even be able to get through to him on the phone.
The BLFF Film Festival took place as scheduled, and Cheng Ruimu submitted the film, its post-production completed in a rush, just before the deadline.
Hua Jian took this investment seriously.
It happened to be summer break, and the original owner's visa for F Country was still valid. After replying to Cheng Ruimu, he flew straight to F Country.
Just as his flight took off, Jia Nade received his first major order since opening the exhibition.
"You're saying you'd like to acquire Yishuang's 'Cool'?"
"That's right."
The woman before him looked under forty. She had a graceful figure and a cool expression, and her couture moon-white gown lent her an air of exceptional elegance.
Her expression was distant, however. Although her tone was polite, her undisguised sense of superiority came at him in waves.
Jia Nade moved among celebrities and the wealthy, accustomed to praise and admiration. He found this condescending attitude, which he had deliberately put out of his mind, deeply uncomfortable.
His expression cooled.
Madam Hua browsed Jia Nade's exhibition casually, her brow faintly furrowed.
"Why don't I see 'Cool'? I remember you once