breath.
Wu Heng was stunned, and his nose twitched subconsciously.
He and Ye Lan had both lived alone in the fairy mountains for several years, and were very sensitive to all kinds of smells, almost as sensitive to movements. After that, when he learned about alchemy and herbs, his sense of smell became even more extraordinary.
From the desserts on the table, the scent of perfume, cigars, and alcohol from the various men and women at the banquet, I could discern a hint of...
"The smell of paint?" He was a little confused, but it didn't seem like it.
Ye Lan corrected: "It's colored glaze."
right.
This is the predecessor of paint, an even older coloring technique. Because the materials used are all ground and dyed from nature and finally fired in a kiln, there is no pungent smell of the chemical industry, but a special fragrance.
This kind of fragrance can only come from the exhibits.
But the glass cabinets are vacuum-sealed, so there is no way that any smell can escape.
Wu Heng's heart trembled, "Something escaped."
Ye Lan nodded, glanced at the guests around him, and whispered, "You go find its location first, and I'll go find its body."
"good."
Faced with the overall situation, Wu Heng did not hesitate. He walked around the women in front of him and followed the faint scent.
As for Ye Lan, he believed that this situation would not be difficult for her.
Ye Lan also put down the dessert in his hand and planned to go to each display cabinet to confirm which cultural relic had a problem.
However, as soon as he moved, someone blocked his way.
"Where did you get this face done? Send me the plastic surgeon's business card."
Ye Lan looked at the tall, arrogant young woman in front of him and recognized her as a morning news anchor from Hong Kong or Taiwan. He had seen her on TV yesterday.
At this time, another golden flower came forward with her arms folded, looked her up and down and said, "It's just that your figure is a little off. Why don't you get a full body plastic surgery and a breast augmentation? Otherwise, you wouldn't be wearing such ugly clothes. It's really cheap."
"Sister Lili, it's obvious that this person came from the slums. He simply has poor taste. Old Liu has just started to like eating this kind of porridge and side dishes. I think he got tired of it after just two days."
…
Ye Lan looked around at these beautiful women and couldn't help but sigh at the extravagant life of the rich.
But time waits for no one. She didn't have time to argue with them. She took out her cell phone, dialed a number, and said to the other end in a cold tone, "Liu Zhixiong, buffet area, come in three minutes."
After saying that, he hung up the phone.
The six golden flowers were all stunned, and then burst into laughter.
"Oh, that's scary! Come here in three minutes, and even include your name. Do you think you're the old lady of the Liu family?"
"Little sister, let me tell you from my experience that money is hard to earn and shit is hard to eat. If you act like this twice at most, you will lose your sponsor."
"Especially Lao Liu, he cares most about a man's face. Just wait and see... just wait and see..."
The rest of the words were stuck in their throats because they saw Liu Zhixiong rushing over with a big belly.
The surroundings suddenly became lively again.
The wealthy businessmen were eager to take a few photos and send them to the paparazzi, to ensure that they would monopolize the news headlines in Hong Kong for the next half month.
Zheng Meiyi, holding Qu Yueqing's arm, watched the show with amusement, "My Uncle Liu hates women causing trouble, especially at such an important occasion. And compared to the Miss Hong Kong pageants, news anchors, and mixed-race models, it's obvious that those self-righteous, self-righteous, and incompetent young women who can't dress up are the first to be eliminated."
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a commotion over there.
First, the six golden flowers were furious when they saw Liu Zhixiong really rushing over, and they started questioning him on the spot.
"Lao Liu, do you want her or us?"
Liu Zhixiong was overwhelmed. He raised his hands to hold them down, then smiled apologetically at Ye Lan, "Miss Ye, I'll take care of this. You can go about your business."
Ye Lan nodded and took a step to leave.
But the six golden flowers refused to give in.
"We've been with you for so long, and even if we haven't made any contributions, we've worked hard. Today you have to choose one."
It seems like they are determined to decide who is the better one today.
The crowd on the sidelines were still happily watching the show and predicting the situation. Most people thought that Liu Zhixiong would definitely not be able to withstand the fierceness of the six golden flowers and was about to abandon the new little golden flower who looked too aloof and cold. However, Liu Zhixiong's face suddenly darkened and he shouted angrily at the six golden flowers.
"Get the hell out of here, you useless bitch, you're always causing trouble. You've delayed my important work and I'm going to make you suffer!"
His face was full of anger. When he was young, he was a man who lived on the edge of a knife at the dock. Now he showed his aura, which scared the women opposite him so much that they turned pale in an instant.
Now that there was no obstacle ahead, Ye Lan was able to escape calmly and walked towards the exhibition area, ignoring the astonished gazes around him.
Zheng Meiyi, who had just been waiting to see Ye Lan make a fool of herself, gritted her teeth and cursed, "I really don't know what kind of love potion she gave Uncle Liu?"
Qu Yueqing, who was beside him, pursed her lips and said nothing when she heard this.
She knew very well the relationship between Liu Zhixiong and Ye Lan, and was even more grateful that Xiao Yunting was not at the scene because he had just gone out to handle work, otherwise he would probably have rushed over to rescue her.
"Forget it, let's not bother with such unpresentable things. Everything is ready for you here. We'll show all the celebrities in Hong Kong how dazzling our top talent is." Zheng Meiyi quickly shifted her focus and pulled Qu Yueqing onto the stage. "If you're ready, we can start anytime."
Qu Yueqing nodded and sat down next to the piano to study the music score.
In front of the display cabinet below, Ye Lan had already walked quietly past four or five booths, focusing on porcelain.
Blue and white porcelain vases, Jingdezhen official kilns, enamels... She looked at them carefully one by one and found that the patterns and colors on the surface of these cultural relics had deteriorated to varying degrees.
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