Chapter 1833 The Biggest Shame in the Food World

The next day, breakfast time.

The strange thing is that Yuanzhou didn't see Wu Hai's lively figure. Could it be that he hasn't woken up yet?

No, Wu Hai's biological clock is never sloppy when it comes to eating, and he doesn't even need to set his alarm clock.

Thinking that Wu Hai ate so much without restraint yesterday and Zheng Jiawei didn't stop him, Yuanzhou guessed whether there was some activity that he had to participate in.

After thinking about it, Yuan Zhou didn't care. He was rough-skinned and thick-bodied, so what could happen to him.

After breakfast, Yuanzhou's strange bell rang again.

There was a phone call. Yuanzhou looked at the caller ID and saw that it was Zheng Jiawei.

"What's wrong with Jiawei?" Yuan Zhou asked after getting through.

"Ahem, it's nothing serious. It's just that Xiaohai has entered the hospital again. This time he will be discharged in two or three days, but we still have to trouble Boss Yuan." Zheng Jiawei said after coughing dryly.

"Did the waist injury recur?" Yuan Zhou thought, maybe he was too happy to go back and started twisting again.

"It's just that I'm holding on to food. The doctor said that I can rest for two days and eat something light." Zheng Jiawei tried his best to keep his tone calm.

God knows, when he returned to the studio yesterday and was about to leave after explaining all the precautions, Wu Hai collapsed immediately, shocking Zhou Xi and Zheng Jiawei, and sent them to the hospital immediately.

After checking and learning the situation, Zheng Jiawei was stunned. When he ate, there was nothing abnormal!

Zhou Xi thought this way: "Only Wumenyan can do this, but I definitely can't do it on my own."

"Did you make it?" Yuan Zhou repeated, still a little in disbelief.

Did Wu Hai survive? This is such a fantasy thing.

"It's okay." Yuan Zhou quickly added.

"Thank you, Boss Yuan, for your concern. Xiaohai is fine, but I still need to trouble Boss Yuan these two days." Zheng Jiawei said.

After hanging up the phone, Yuan Zhou was silent for a minute, "With my insight, I didn't realize that Wu Hai was full at that time. What kind of strength and intestines does this have?!"

After Yuanzhou sighed, he began to study the prototype of the cake house.

His eyes turned to the hospital.

Not long after hanging up the phone with Yuan Zhou, Zheng Jiawei received a call from Christie's Auction House. The Water Margin 108 Generals sculptured by Yuan Zhou and the 108 Generals paintings created by Wu Hai based on Yuan Zhou's sculptures will be auctioned in Italy tomorrow night. Now, Yuan Zhou definitely doesn’t have time to invite the author, so Wu Hai can do it for him.

"Hello, is this Mr. Zheng? I am Casilla, the director of the Italian office of Christie's Auction House. I have contacted you before. I will confirm the flight number with you. By then, Mr. Wu's paintings and Mr. Yuan's sculptures will be There will be an auction." A gentle girl spoke Chinese. She obviously had good attainments, but she still had some Italian accent.

"I'm Zheng Jiawei, Ms. Cassila, I'm very sorry! Mr. Wu can't come tomorrow." Zheng Jiawei sounded apologetic.

Yuanzhou had previously thought that Zheng Jiawei didn't stop Wu Hai and then let him eat. Maybe there was some event. That was indeed the case. He had originally agreed to attend the auction.

"What's wrong?" Cassila was startled. This call was just to confirm, because the schedule had been arranged before.

"Hospitalized." Zheng Jiawei said.

"Uh... didn't Mr. Wu just leave the hospital yesterday?" Cassila said.

Zheng Jiawei said: "Well, then I was hospitalized again today. I have been in poor health recently and need to rest in the hospital. I can't travel far. I'm really sorry that I can't participate in this auction."

"That's really a pity. Mr. Wu should take care of himself. I heard that painters don't eat or sleep in order to create. I hope Mr. Wu can eat more food, so that he will recover faster." Cassila said The first time she used it was in Italian, but there was no way around it. The meaning was too complicated to express using her basic Chinese level.

"...Well, thank you Ms. Casilla for your concern, and thank you very much for your invitation." Zheng Jiawei expressed his thanks in fluent Italian with a normal expression.

The two parties exchanged business blows before hanging up the phone.

"Xiaohai, your paintings and Boss Yuan's sculptures will be auctioned tomorrow night.

There is nothing you can do about your body. "Zheng Jiawei looked at Wu Haidao, who was bored on the bed.

"What about you?" Wu Hai asked if Zheng Jiawei had come over.

"There were two events suddenly here, so I had nothing to do, so the caller asked Zhou Xi to come over and take a look." Zheng Jiawei said.

"Oh, Zhou Xi can go, let those foreigners have a good experience of our country." Wu Hai was a little weak.

In fact, I didn't even think about it. It was arranged to go to Italy. With Zheng Jiawei's ability, how could there be any unexpected delay? To put it bluntly, Zheng Jiawei had to take care of the sick Wu Hai.

But Zheng Jiawei didn't say this because he was afraid that Wu Hai would be unhappy, because Wu Shou was very interested in this joint auction of sculptures with Yuan Zhou.

Of course, on the other hand, it also shows that Wu Hai has great trust in Zheng Jiawei and will not doubt Zheng Jiawei's words.

"Xiao Hai, do you want Zhou Xi to broadcast live for you tomorrow?" Zheng Jiawei asked.

Wu Hai thought for a moment and nodded in agreement.

Being so lethargic actually had little to do with being hospitalized. The main reason was that Wu Hai felt that he had been forced into the hospital. This was one of the most humiliating things in the history of the hospital.

What's more, Wu Hai is the owner of the golden rice bucket!

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Zhou Xi came to Italy with Zheng Jiawei's instructions.

"I won't let Wu Menyan and Brother Zheng down this time." Zhou Xi said with all his strength.

Italy at night is full of exotic customs. The Italian office of Christie's Auction House is located in Rome, known as the 'Eternal City'.

Rome is the birthplace of ancient Rome, with a history of more than 2,500 years. It has a long history, and there are traces of history everywhere. It is a city full of traces of time.

I won’t introduce the scenery along the way, because Zhou Xi didn’t come here for tourism and rushed to the destination without stopping.

The entrance to the auction house has become lively, and many celebrities have come because of Christie's fame.

Well-dressed and elegant guests walked in through the gorgeous door politely with invitations in hand.

However, there was a group of people who looked very special and dressed very neatly and properly, 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?" Kmasi was a little surprised to see Leeuwenhoek appear here.

You must know that the Morris Art Exhibition is held every ten years, and its value is quite high. Leeuwenhoek had been thinking about participating in this art exhibition for the past two years to see if there were any new ideas.

As a member of the Italian painting community, this is his home court, so it is reasonable for him to appear here.

"You didn't go either. Where there are Wu's paintings, there is me. After all, it is the hope of our European painting world. And I received news that this is Wu's most satisfying work this year, even more than "Monster Eating Picture"." Leeuwenhoek rolled his eyes at the bumbling Kmasi.

"No problem, does Mr. Leeuwenhoek have an invitation letter?" Kmasi's old face smiled brightly.

Auctions have many features, such as online invitations, where you can enter as long as you fill in the information online, asset verification on-site, and invitations sent out in advance.

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