Under overwhelming generosity, Zhang Lin finally accepted the artwork, and Zhang Shanshan was absolutely delighted, treating the painting like a treasure and wanting to take it out to admire it from time to time.
After the meal with Zhang Lin and the others, Shen Qinglan had other matters to attend to and went to find Daniel.
Daniel had a studio and a gallery; Shen Qinglan's works were all managed by him. This time, on Daniel's suggestion, she had published a book of her paintings, a hundred of which needed her autograph.
"My dear lady, you finally showed up. If you hadn't come, I would have had to call you," Daniel exclaimed excitedly upon seeing Shen Qinglan.
Shen Qinglan raised an eyebrow, "Wasn't it agreed for three o'clock?" She checked the time, it was two-fifty; she had arrived ten minutes early.
"My dear lady, couldn't you have arrived a bit earlier? Today you have to sign all hundred books, and there's a signing event tomorrow that you promised to attend."