Chapter 178 The contrast between before and after is too strong

Tu Huan wasn't quite sure whether people who worked in a certain industry were born with a temperament that was different from others.

But the middle-aged man in front of her was wearing a black Chinese-style stand-collar men's suit, which made her tall and straight figure look more stable. Her short hair was neatly groomed, and her face was clean and firm. Just one glance at him made Tu Huan perk up instantly. She felt that if she didn't treat the other person with the same attitude, it would be a betrayal.

This feeling is really subtle.

Tu Huan could feel the magnetic field that the other person inadvertently emitted from the bottom of her heart.

This is a very energetic person.

Seeing Tu Huan sizing him up, the other person smiled gently and politely. He stepped forward, extending his hand, and introduced himself. "Hello, I'm the organizer of this Tianxiang Pavilion exhibition. My last name is Lan, and I'm Lan Qiaozai. I'm honored to have you here. Due to the exhibits at this exhibition, an invitation is required for entry. Not many guests come directly with business cards. Could I please confirm the card you brought?"

The words were so polite that Tu Huan would feel embarrassed to refuse.

After handing over the business card Qin Lang gave her, she casually glanced to the side and saw that guests in gorgeous clothes were arriving one after another. Every time a guest came, they raised their hands to receive a dark red, gold-stamped invitation with a slanted collar and buttons. The receptionist respectfully took it with both hands, opened it for inspection, and after confirming their identity, other staff members in the same uniform would lead them away.

Tu Huan's mouth opened into an "o" shape in her heart, wow——

On the surface, his big, bright eyes flickered as he looked around, his expression calm and elegant.

As soon as Lan Qiao took the business card handed to him, he had a vague premonition in his heart. When he took it and looked down, he instantly thought: Sure enough, he is Qin Lang's friend.

Only Qin Lang liked to use cinnabar red business cards with a small seal.

The receptionist was also a smart guy. Seeing Lan Qiao's expression of sudden realization, he felt a pang of regret and apologized softly, "Sorry, Mr. Lan, I didn't know business cards would work..."

Lan Qiao raised his head upon hearing the voice, raised his hand to the other party and said soothingly, "It's not your fault. It's okay. Not many people will come with business cards. I'll take care of this guest. Go back to your work and don't think too much. It's okay."

Tu Huan glanced at the staff member, who bowed and said, "I'm very sorry, ma'am."

"It's okay." Tu Huan smiled.

Lan Qiao turned the business card over and handed it back to Tu Huan with both hands, saying politely, "Excuse me, miss?"

"My last name is Tu, Tu Huan, and I'm a painter."

Tu Huan's self-introduction is concise and clear.

Lan Qiao smiled and pointed her in a direction: "What a nice name! If you're not busy now, Miss Tu, please follow me?"

Tu Huan followed Lan Qiao into the inner hall of Tianxiang Pavilion.

Before the tragedy, Tu Huan's world consisted of her home, the shopping mall, the airport, and the train station. She'd either be painting at home, out eating, shopping, or going to the movies. Occasionally, when she felt like it, she'd venture out to explore other cities.

During all these years in H City, she never imagined that such a place could exist in a medium-sized tourist city.

Many people lived in a world completely beyond her imagination.

Treasure Street is actually not very big. After she sold the gold ingots last time, she went back and searched the Internet for information for a long time. People like them who are online 48 hours a day have to search for other people's posts and answers online to feel safe no matter what they encounter.

Generally speaking, it is better to remain calm and collected when facing an environment that you are not familiar with.

Tu Huan followed behind and wanted to remain calm at first, but unfortunately imagination is always rosy.

It turns out that the Tianxiang Pavilion only has a rather worldly design for its front hall. It is magnificent and looks like a big store with countless rare treasures, but in fact, if you follow the circular corridor around the central hall to the back.

Huh!

The simple and elegant Song Dynasty style is blowing in your face!

A low cry came out, attracting Lan Qiao, who was leading the way. He turned around and saw Tu Huan looking around with a look of surprise. He couldn't help but laugh and said, "It's true that the back hall is different from the front store. I'm sorry to have embarrassed you."

"How could that be?" Tu Huan reluctantly averted her gaze. "It's just that the contrast is quite big and I'm a little surprised. I haven't seen it before. I must have benefited from Boss Qin and Mr. Lan today."

Seeing that she really liked the painting of winter plum blossoms hanging in the courtyard, Lan Qiao stopped and stood aside, waiting for her to take a closer look. Tu Huan looked for a while and realized that Lan Qiao was waiting for her. She quickly said politely, "I'm sorry to have kept you waiting. I'm used to painting, so I can't move my feet when I see something beautiful."

Lan Qiao, as if accustomed to such behavior, smiled and said, "This painting was created by a frustrated border official. The plum blossoms in his exile were in full bloom, and he possessed a proud character amidst the wind and snow. He used objects to enlighten his mind, and his painting skills flourished. From this remote corner of the country, he produced a series of masterpieces. This is one of the best surviving paintings. The other two are in the collection of a national museum and in the hands of a collector."

Tu Huan was surprised: "So, this painting is an authentic one?!"

"It's the original." Lan Qiao said with a smile.

Tu Huan thought to herself: Wow.

"Miss Tu, come this way."

"good."

With Lan Qiao as her guide, Tu Huan walked along the way. She was dazzled by the things hanging on the walls, placed on the ground, and the things that other people were talking about as they passed by.

Qin Lang also said that there was a small exhibition at Tianxiang Pavilion.

But when she looked at the atmosphere of people coming and going around her, she felt that it was not as simple as he said. Some of the faces among them looked familiar to her.

Before the show even started, many of the guests were already familiar with each other, and since it was a rare opportunity for them to get together, they were already chatting freely.

“It’s becoming increasingly difficult to hold an exhibition at Tianxiang Pavilion.”

"I heard tonight that the owner of Tianxiang Pavilion gave Gujintang to the Lan family. It's really not easy to open it for seven consecutive days."

"Who's in charge of the Lan family now?"

"The youngest son, Lan Qiao, returned from England and took over his mother's business."

"Where's the boss? Wasn't he doing well before?"

"The eldest brother has become a monk and gone up the mountain."

“…………”

There was silence for a moment, and everyone was surprised: "Ah? How could this happen? What's so hard to think about?"

Someone in the front row turned around and leaned on the back of a chair, saying mysteriously, "Maybe he's finally come to terms with it."

"You don't want wealth and glory anymore?"

"Even wealth and glory must be enjoyed within a certain period of life. I heard, purely through gossip, that the boss might have contracted some incurable disease."

"The more you talk, the more outrageous it gets. With the Lan family's wealth, they know how to treat any disease. It's no big deal. If a famous doctor can't cure it, why bother throwing money at a research team? I just don't believe it. There's nothing money can't solve these days. It's not like you're in your seventies or eighties and about to die."

"Shh—keep your voice down, Boss Lan is coming."