Zhou Can stared at it carefully for a while, and sure enough, the fan surface was not pure white, "However, whether it is a Chinese-style screen or a round fan, it is basically not pure white. Isn't that okay?"
This was true, but Tong Mu didn't know why. Looking at the round fan, she felt terrified and had an indescribable feeling.
"I still think there's something wrong with this round fan." Tong Mu said with a frown. At this time, others also walked to the center. When they saw Tong Mu and Zhou Can standing next to the round fan, they also gathered around.
"This fan is very beautiful!" A woman with big waves hugged a man and said coquettishly, "Husband, this is so beautiful, how about you buy it for others after you go out?"
After the man walked over and saw Tong Mu, he couldn't take his eyes away.
"Jiaojiao, we are in a game. Don't act like a spoiled brat. You should be more careful." Zhang Yang wanted to pull his arm out of Yu Jiao's arms, but struggled several times without success.
Yu Jiao noticed that Zhang Yang's eyes seemed to be glued to Tong Mu, and couldn't help but puff out her proud chest, "Oh, honey, I know, this is just the beginning of the game, we still have time to love each other!"
As she said that, she pouted and was about to kiss him.
Such an eye-catching scene made Tong Mu look away in disgust.
When other people saw this scene, they also looked at her with disdain, but Yu Jiao didn't care at all and continued to act coquettishly.
Zhang Yang had no choice but to play it off, which prevented Yu Jiao from doing anything more egregious in public.
Tong Mu scanned around and found that everyone here was the same person who checked in at the hotel yesterday. In other words, everyone here should be players.
But no one can tell whether there will be one or two ghost players among this group of people.
Just when everyone was surrounding the round fan, Manager Li appeared with a standard smile on his face, "Everyone, this is our new round fan. The surface of the fan is made of fine silk, and the ink on it is also a thousand-year-old ink. But the thousand-year-old ink is
Doesn’t fade.”
It has not faded for thousands of years, and this introduction alone makes people feel amazed.
"Zhou Can, you had dinner with them yesterday. Did you find out who is more knowledgeable about painting?" After thinking about it, Tong Mu still felt that it would be more reliable to find a knowledgeable person to cooperate with, instead of relying on the two of them.
A layman may guess here and there may not be any results.
Zhou Can shook his head. He went to have a meal yesterday and almost got into a fight with Zhang Yang. How could he have time to notice if anyone understood this? His name was Zhang Yang, and he was even more public than Zhou Can.
Tong Mu looked at Zhou Can's expression and couldn't help but sigh. If she had known, she would have observed it herself.
"Mumu, have you seen the person at the end? There seems to be something wrong with him." Although Zhou Can can be arrogant at times, he still has the time and care he deserves.
After hearing Zhou Can's words, Tong Mu raised his head and looked at the person he was talking about.
The man stood at the back of the crowd, stretching his head to see more clearly.
But due to his height, he is too small, so he cannot be seen at all.
Tong Mu nodded and took note of his appearance. At this time, Manager Li had almost finished the introduction.
"Everyone, our Wuxiang Gallery is open all day, so you can enjoy it as much as you want. If you need anything, you can call me in time." After speaking, Manager Li bowed slightly to show respect.
Then he walked up to Zhou Can and Tong Mu, "You two, the author of yesterday's painting is in the gallery today. I want to meet you. Is it convenient for you two now?"
Zhou Can took a step forward and protected Tong Mu behind him, "It's convenient, please ask Manager Li to lead the way."
Manager Li walked in front of the two of them and led them deeper into the gallery.
They did not go to the end, but stopped in the middle of a corridor. There was a painting hanging on the wall. Manager Li didn't know where he pressed it, and he pushed open the wall. It was an invisible door. This looked both beautiful and beautiful.
It will not destroy the integrity of the gallery.
Zhou Can and Tong Mu followed Manager Li into the room and saw a young man in somewhat slovenly clothes, sitting on a chair and falling asleep.
When he heard someone opening the door, he reluctantly opened his eyes. After seeing the person, he stretched lazily and then slowly stood up, "Manager Li, are these two people going to buy my paintings?"
After saying that, those eyes looked at Zhou Can and Tong Mu up and down, trying to analyze whether they could afford the painting from their clothes.
Fortunately, the clothes they wore were low-key and luxurious. The painter cheered up a little, but was still very casual, "Hello, you two, my surname is Wu, you can just call me Xiao Wu."
Zhou Can stretched out his right hand and said, "Hello, Mr. Wu, Zhou Tong."
"Hello Mr. Zhou, I don't know if you like this painting, or you..." Painter Wu's eyes fell on Tong Mu. After all, the relationship between Zhou Can and Tong Mu did not look like a couple, nor did they want to be a couple.
It's really a bit difficult to name.
Tong Mu also stretched out her right hand at this time, "Fu Linlin." She made up a name casually.
"Hello, Miss Fu, I heard from Manager Li that you are more interested in my painting?" It was you who was talking to Zhou Can just now, but when he arrived at Tong Mu's place, he instantly became you.
Tong Mu was very sensitive to the change in the title. She nodded slightly, "The artistic conception of that painting is good. I like it very much. I don't know if Painter Wu has any other works. I want to appreciate them."
When he heard that someone liked his paintings, Painter Wu was no longer lazy and casual, with an excited smile on his face. He nodded vigorously, "Yes, yes, there are two hanging outside, and there are others."
"Two pictures?" Tong Mu was a little surprised. Although the paintings in the corridor were all very similar in style, it could be seen that they were painted by different people. After all, everyone's habits are different.
Although Tong Mu doesn't know how to draw, he pays great attention to the details.
Hearing Tong Mu's inquiry, Painter Wu instantly turned into a proud expression, "The round fan in the center of the exhibition hall is also my work. There is a big difference between the two. It's not surprising that Miss Fu didn't recognize it."
As soon as these words came out, Tong Mu was really shocked. After all, it is difficult to practice a painting skill well, and to be honest, these two paintings are of good quality, especially the round fan.
"I didn't expect it to be a masterpiece by painter Wu. I heard from Manager Li that it was painted with thousand-year ink, which can guarantee that it will not fade for thousands of years. Is this true or is it just a rumor?" Tong Mu was a little curious about something as magical as thousand-year ink.
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Painter Wu laughed and nodded proudly, "Of course it's true. This thousand-year-old ink was developed after I tried hundreds of formulas." This chapter has been completed!