I have to say that the effect of the studio is surprisingly good.

The number of visitors has been non-stop, and even some wealthy collectors and some painters have come to visit.

These days, the studio has become a hot fried chicken.

Li Yu looked at the Tibetan studio with an indescribable beauty.

"What's there to be happy about, they went to the Tibetan painting studio and didn't go to your hall to offer incense. Fang Hua on the side looked a little bored in front of the main hall.

"You can't say that, this kind of thing will be subtle and interact with each other, and now the Tibetan studio has long had such a popularity on the shelves, and then there are more people who are afraid that they will not be able to bring the incense of the Taoist temple. Li Yu meditated quietly in the Taoist temple, but he was happy to be leisurely, and at the same time he was contemplating the picture in his mind.

Familiar painting style, familiar taste, or the swordsman in Tsing Yi.

This time, the swordsman in Tsing Yi changed his move.

And the first action is coherent.

Sure enough, it's a set of actions that are connected

Li Yu is looking forward to the next action, the next action, and the next action

Just as Li Yu continued to contemplate this set of actions, Miao Qingwu suddenly entered the main hall with an anxious look.

"The Great Master is not good"

"The painting was stolen"

When I came to the Tibetan painting studio, I found that there were many people surrounded by people with different expressions.

There are regrets, there are schadenfreude, and there are those who eat melons and watch the excitement.

"I'm sorry, I'm trying my best to help you look at it, but the painting is still gone" Miao Qingwu blamed herself, it was only a few days, and the painting was lost.

Li Yu saw that there was a painting missing in the middle.

Originally, the paintings in this library were arranged in a very neat order, but now there is one painting missing, and there is a very incongruous feeling.

Li Yu muttered.

"Is it that water tune fishing song, this is an instant slap in the face, not long ago I said that the painting will never be lost. ”

Water Tune Fishing Song.

It can be said that it is the most popular painting here, the water adjustment fishing boat, the misty clouds, the fisherman standing in the middle, the combination of various elements, giving people an ethereal and quiet beauty of the peach orchard.

"Sure enough, what kind of art exhibition does the Taoist temple have, it's nondescript, and now it's been punished, there is not even a glass cover and security personnel, this should be stolen sooner or later. ”

The voice was very small, but Li Yu could still hear it, and it was a middle-aged man wearing gold-rimmed glasses who made the sound.

Facing Li Yu's eyes, the middle-aged man did not avoid his eyes, but responded unscrupulously with jealousy, malice, and disgust.

It looks like just three pounds of lemons.

The middle-aged man didn't speak, but a young man next to him spoke, and said impatiently: "What do you see, do you suspect that our curator is a thief?"

"Since Poor Dao's painting was stolen, then theoretically speaking, everyone present is a suspect, not to mention, where Poor Dao looks, it doesn't mean that he is suspecting anyone, isn't it? Could it be that Poor Dao looks ahead, it means that he doubts the person in front of him?" Li Yu looked indifferent.

The young man was a little speechless by Li Yu.

"Xiao He, don't say it, it's understandable that the master's painting has just been lost, and he is in a bad mood, but the master, you have to take a good look at the famous paintings in this room, otherwise, if you lose it, you won't have a place to cry." The middle-aged man with gold-rimmed glasses smiled, and the meaning of schadenfreude was overflowing.

Name: Hengfeng Jin

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Remarks: Director of the Third Culture and Art Museum of Jining.

"It's no wonder that the director of the cultural center is there. ”

Li Yu immediately knew why this Curator Jin was a little-for-tat, it turned out that his peers were enemies.

People run art exhibitions, and their own art exhibitions are also art exhibitions.

This is robbing other people's business

"In my opinion, maybe the so-called [famous paintings] here are all fakes, after all, where are the real famous paintings that can move, they must have used equipment that we don't know to make these paintings move. Xiao He said with a look of course, but he still looked confused when he looked at the paintings that were still around him.

He was so confused that he still couldn't see how this painting became a moving painting.

"You don't have to worry about poor paintings. Li Yu looked around with a smile on his face and said: "As for who took the painting, Poor Dao doesn't care, anyway, when the time comes, the painting will naturally come back." ”

Suddenly, the surroundings were filled with cheerful air.

Draw yourself will come back?

"Poof, I'm sorry, Master, I couldn't help it. Jin Hengfeng said with a regretful face: "I won't go into detail about the authenticity of your painting, but can this thief still return your painting?

Li Yu just smiled at this and took Miao Qingwu out.

Those who know it here are surprised.

"It's strange, why doesn't this master worry about the theft of his painting at all? If the painting is genuine, it is priceless, and even if it is not genuine, he will panic if it is stolen under his nose. A middle-aged man with a Chinese character face next to him said curiously: "I have heard a lot of rumors about this Taoist priest before, if it is really so magical, maybe the painting will really come back?"

"Maybe it's not true at all, of course he doesn't care about his rumors, it's just a trick. ”

At this time, Director Jin Hengfeng smiled and said.

"If you want to see authentic famous paintings, come to our Third Culture and Art Museum, and I will personally serve as your guide, I hope that you can support more at that time, and the culture and sports will blossom, and the culture and sports will blossom."

After promoting a wave of his own culture and art museum, Director Jin Hengfeng left the Tibetan painting studio with his two younger brothers, humming a little song all the way, and was in a good mood.

"Curator Jin, looking at your expression, it seems that you know where this painting has gone, could it be you, Curator," Xiao He next to him said curiously.

Curator Jin touched his mustache and quickly denied it.

"Don't don't, although my Director Jin is jealous of the popularity of this Taoist priest, he won't call someone to steal it, this is a crime, and if he is caught, the position of Lao Tzu will be gone."

However, in the end, Director Jin still laughed.

"But just then, I happened to see who took the painting."

Xiao He on the side suddenly realized.

"Now that Curator Kim, you've seen it"

"You think I'm going to say it? Hahaha! I'm too late to be happy. ”

Curator Jin said with a smug face.

"Although I can't steal the painting, I can not tell the Taoist priest who stole the painting, anyway, I don't need to dirty my hands to achieve the goal, Meizizi, Meizizi"

As he spoke, Director Jin lit a cigarette and smoked it, and said while smoking.

"It's also a very familiar young man, I didn't expect him to really fall into stealing paintings."