Old Gu glanced at Old Qin, then thoughtfully fiddled with the chess pieces in his hand.

Are you going or not?

Old Qin snorted: "We know this old bastard wants to show off. If we go, wouldn't we be playing into his hands? Besides, we'd be giving his Tang family's art exhibition free publicity."

"That's true, then don't go."

"Don't go, let's see who he's trying to impress."

*

8 PM

Outside the Tang Family Art Exhibition, located in Tangjiayuan, a large number of people who had come to admire the art had already gathered.

Judging by the crowd, there were at least several hundred people blocking the entrance, completely filling the originally large Qianmen Square.

Fortunately, the Tang family had anticipated this, and the guests invited to the Night White Art Exhibition today will use the exclusive VIP channel.

Those surrounding the door were Ye Bai's fans and the media who had rushed over after hearing the news.

Luxury cars slowly drove up, and those who stepped out were all people of high status in the capital.

There were big names in the art world, elites from the political and legal circles, and many wealthy women who love collecting also came.

It is said that a single admission ticket to the Tang Family Museum costs six figures, yet so many people are still willing to spend such a high price to see the exhibition.

This demonstrates the influence of Ye Bai.

"I never expected Ye Bai's art exhibition to be held in the capital. We are truly fortunate today." An elderly man with a white beard and wearing a traditional Chinese linen robe spoke excitedly to his companion.

"I heard that Ye Bai is Chinese. I really hope to meet him in person today. Such a genius is a rare talent for our country. If Ye Bai could join our national calligraphy and painting association, it would be like adding wings to a tiger."

"Hehe, Lao Meng, you and I are thinking the same thing."

The two men gave a forced smile and politely gestured for the other to proceed.

The white-haired old man is Mr. Zeng, the founder of the calligraphy and painting association, and the other elderly man accompanying him is Mr. Meng, the current president of the calligraphy and painting association.

Then, several more cars arrived, and several elegantly dressed women stepped out of them.

At this point, onlookers recognized two of them.

He exclaimed in surprise, "That's the wife of Prosecutor Chen! My God, she's accompanied by the wife of the Director of the National Commission for Discipline Inspection! Ye Bai's art exhibition has attracted the aristocracy of Beijing's elite circles."

Immediately afterwards, a black sedan drove up.

The car had a white license plate with red lettering.

Just by looking at the license plate, you can tell he's from the military.

As the car drove toward the VIP area entrance, reporters and onlookers swarmed forward, eager to see who was about to get off.

The passenger in the front seat opened the door first, and a middle-aged man got out.

He was tall and straight, with a solemn expression; he was clearly a trained martial artist.

The man walked to the waiting seat and respectfully opened the train door.

A cane emerged first, followed by a pair of feet wearing black cloth shoes.

An elderly man with a full head of white hair got off the bus.

Although he looks to be over eighty years old, his eyes and brows exude a decisive and efficient aura, and his whole being radiates the unwavering determination that only soldiers possess.

Who is this?

"I don't know, I've never seen it before, but you can tell what kind of place it is just by looking at the license plate."

The old man slowly walked inside, escorted by guards.

The person who arrived was none other than Old Master Qin, who had just been scoffing at the situation.

He had just stepped into the exhibition hall when another car arrived.

The car still had a white license plate with red lettering.

The person getting off the bus was none other than Old Master Gu, who had just finished playing chess with Old Master Qin.

Both of them said they wouldn't come here, but in the end, they each secretly ran over.

When the two met in the Tang family exhibition hall, both old men couldn't help but feel embarrassed.

"Didn't you say you weren't coming?" Old Gu questioned.

Old Qin glanced at him indifferently: "You said you weren't coming either."

The two exchanged a glance and then fell silent.

now

The exhibition hall was already packed with people.

When Elder Qin and Elder Gu appeared, they were quickly recognized by others.

After all, they were powerful figures who had dominated the scene for decades. The two of them exuded a strong aura as they walked in, and the people who were originally chatting in small groups all came over.

"Mr. Gu, Mr. Qin, I didn't expect you two to come too." A politician greeted them with a slightly reserved air.

"We had nothing to do, and we heard that Ye Bai was holding an art exhibition here, so we came over to take a look."

“You young people don’t need to be so restrained. Go and wander around.” Old Gu sensed that everyone around him was standing there helplessly.

They knew that it was those two old men who had ruined the atmosphere.

"You've arrived."

Mr. Tang, dressed in a light blue silk long gown, slowly walked in accompanied by his children and grandchildren.

"Old Tang!" the crowd greeted him.

Old Tang nodded and walked up to Old Gu and Old Qin.

"Come on, I recently found a good tea, please have a taste."

The two followed Mr. Tang to the lounge.

"Will Ye Bai show up today?" Old Qin asked as soon as he entered the door.

Old Gu, on the other hand, was much calmer and walked to the sofa to sit down.

Old Tang's eyes held a shrewd smile.

"Ye Bai will be there."

Whether you can recognize her or not depends on your abilities.

Qin Lin and Lisa arrived promptly at eight o'clock.

At this moment, no of Ye Bai's paintings are hanging on the walls of the exhibition hall.

Everyone was filled with curiosity.

"Since this is Ye Bai's art exhibition, her works should be displayed on the walls. So many of us have paid a lot of money to see this, are we just supposed to look at this bare white wall?" a middle-aged man said unhappily.

Some people who had harbored doubts but hadn't dared to ask started complaining.

"That's right, the Tang family exhibition hall is really shady. They know Ye Bai's reputation and deliberately inflated the price of admission tickets to an exorbitant level. Now tickets are hard to come by. I finally managed to buy an admission ticket because I wanted to see Ye Bai's new work, but when I got here, I found out that there was nothing here."

"Is this some kind of scam to rip us off? This isn't actually Ye Bai's art exhibition at all."

As some people began to have doubts, others started to discuss it as well.

Although most of the attendees were prominent figures, some were likely genuine fans of Ye Bai who reluctantly paid to see the exhibition.

Therefore, since they couldn't see Ye Bai himself, nor could they see his works, everyone gradually felt indignant.