Bei Dao Xiao followed Lu Ren silently.
She didn't know why Lu Ren's emotions suddenly became very explosive, very obvious.
This was different from the Lu Ren she had in mind.
Although Lu Ren's articles burst like flames, they will not stop until the prey is burned up.
But in reality, he is a very cold person.
No emotion at all.
Don't say it's difficult to deal with, he won't give people a chance to deal with him.
and the article are two extremes.
Instead of clearly showing his disgust like now.
Kitajima Xiao was a little concerned, but didn't ask.
If you are willing to speak, Lu Ren will explain it himself.
If she refused to say anything, it would be useless no matter how she asked.
"I'm sorry. All your hard work went to waste. I hate that old man. It's so sanctimonious that it makes me sick."
"It's okay." Kitajima Xiao shook his head, "It's just a mouthful, and there's no real loss. I don't like him either."
"I'll treat you to lunch. Let's see if there are any ramen restaurants nearby."
"Um."
"Let's continue working now. I remember that the walking armor is in the Hell Pavilion here. Let's take a look first."
"Um."
...
Is his beard placed inside the quilt or outside the quilt?
Ochiai was distracted by this strange question.
He has grown a beard for so many years, but he has never cared about this problem.
Until a young female voice sounded in his ears, pulling him out of his strange thinking circle.
"Conan, dad, look, this painting is so beautiful."
Ochiai turned around and saw that the visitors seemed to be a family of three.
A middle-aged decadent man, a beautiful girl with a pretty face and a childish appearance, and a listless little boy with his head hanging down.
"Yeah. Not bad." The middle-aged man said casually.
"Little girl, you have a very good taste. This painting is the work of the master Picasso."
Ochiai smiled and told Mao Lilan that as for what Lu Ren said, the yellow-mouthed child was just barking.
Not true.
"No. Who are you?" Maoli frowned.
The persistent headaches caused by alcoholism and hangovers have been compressing the Maori nerves.
It made him feel a little irritable.
Plus, he doesn't like this old man.
As soon as the words came to my mouth, I became very angry.
When he was normally in good condition, even if he felt unhappy, he would still ask a question.
who are you.
This seems more cultivated.
"Dad..." Mao Lilan grabbed his sleeve.
"Oh, please don't get me wrong. I don't have any bad intentions. Let me introduce you, I am Ochiai, the director of this art museum."
As he spoke, Ochiai handed over his business card.
Mao Li subconsciously took it and handed over his business card.
After a quick glance at the business card, he found that it was indeed the case. Maori said in a polite tone, "So you are the curator here. I misunderstood. You must be very knowledgeable about art."
"fine."
Just when Ochiai was about to say something, he looked up and saw a scene not far away.
An employee is dismantling an oil painting on the wall. His expression and movements were careless, and more importantly, he touched the oil painting directly with his bare hands without wearing gloves.
Ochiai's blood pressure soared instantly. He ignored the people in front of him and walked straight towards it, roaring, "Kubota, what are you doing! Didn't I say you must wear gloves when touching works!"
The sound was so high that it echoed in the empty art gallery.
The man in front of the earthquake was shocked, which also startled the Maori family of three.
"This old man... old gentleman has a very loud voice."
"It's quite loud. It has nothing to do with us. Let's continue watching the works. It's a rare occasion."
"Um."
Unfortunately, things often turn out to be counterproductive.
Mao Lilan and the others could try their best to ignore the angry shouts from Ochiai, but they couldn't ignore the crowd of people walking towards them.
The leader walking at the front was a short middle-aged man with a beer belly and a mustache on his lips. He looked around arrogantly, like a king patrolling his territory.
As for the four or five people behind him, they were like courtiers, very quiet and low-key.
But they were also looking around, with the same scrutiny in their eyes.
Mao Lilan suddenly had a bad feeling in her heart.
"It's the same as usual, there's no one around."
At this voice, Ochiai stopped and continued to reprimand the employees. He turned around, saw the person clearly and bent down quickly, "Boss Manaka."
"In ten days, this place will be closed. Before it closes, these rags will trouble you."
"Yes." Ochiai bent even lower, his white beard hanging down to his chest.
"Yeah." Manaka led the people to other places.
Obviously, these people do not have basic literacy.
No loud noises should be made in public places, especially art galleries and museums.
It greatly affects other people’s visiting experience.
Just like now, Mao Lilan heard their conversation clearly.
Is this place going to be demolished soon?
Mao Lilan trotted to Ochiai, "Is this place going to be demolished soon?"
"Well, it's expected to be demolished next month. Boss Manaka wants to build a hotel here."
"why is it like this......"
"I'm sorry, there's nothing we can do. He is the owner of this art gallery."
Maori and Conan stood not far away and watched.
"Uncle, Sister Xiaolan seems to be very disappointed."
"So what if I'm disappointed. I don't have the ability to let that boss tear it down. People will experience all kinds of setbacks and hardships in their lives. This doesn't matter."
You are really indifferent. Conan resisted the urge to roll his eyes.
After a while, Mao Lilan came back slowly.
"This place is about to be demolished."
"I know. Lan, please be more open-minded. Even if the boss doesn't break it up, the outcome won't be much better."
"Huh? Why?"
"Because Jin and Miss Xiao are here together. The last time they were together, they were at the amusement park, right? What the hell."
"Dorobika, Shinichi and I also went that day."
Um?
Maori's eyes narrowed.
That little bastard Kudo took her daughter to the amusement park?
Why didn't he stop it then?
Oh, he was drinking that day.
That's okay.
So he continued, "So, that amusement park is still closed for rectification. Now they are eyeing this art museum."
It seems that this is really the case, Yuanzi mentioned it to her.
It’s missing a good place to meet handsome guys.
But Mao Lilan didn't think it was Lu Ren's fault.
"But he has his own problems with that amusement park."
"There is also a problem with this art museum. Most of the walking armors were made by the employees here themselves, just to attract customers. As you can see, not many people come here."
"However, their original intentions are good. They also want the museum to continue operating."
"I didn't say they were bad." Maoli shrugged and put his hand into the cigarette case in his pocket. Then he remembered that he couldn't smoke here, so he took his hand out again. continued,
"But you said, what Aren and the others did was wrong? Work is work, and they are all just doing their duties.
But you also know that Aren will always win. Even if this place is not demolished, its reputation will definitely be ruined.
It was not well managed to begin with, and it will be even more difficult to open when the time comes. "
"Why did things become like this..."
"I don't know either. I can only say, Lan, not everything in this world is black or white. Everyone can't help themselves."
