Conan's self-cultivation of fake wine

Chapter 44
  After the two of them walked for a while, Lu Ren said: "I don't like that curator very much. He made you laugh."

"It's okay." Bei Dao Xiao shook his head.

"Continue working. I remember that the walking armor is in the Hell Pavilion here. Let's take a look first."

"Ah."

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.

Can't be 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. In addition, he subconsciously disliked this old man, which led to his words becoming very aggressive.

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."

"Fortunately."

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 has a loud voice."

"It's quite loud. It has nothing to do with us. Let's continue watching the works. It's a rare occasion."

"Ah."

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 person leading the way 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.

After a while, Mao Lilan came back slowly, looking disappointed. "This place is about to be demolished."

"Well, we just heard it too."

Maoli patted his daughter on the shoulder. He didn't quite know how to comfort her.

Fortunately, Mao Lilan didn't need his comfort. She only cheered up after being lost for a while, and regained her energy and said, "Okay, I've decided! I'm going to visit the entire art museum today!"

"?"

……

A sneeze.

Lu Ren sneezed again. He stretched out his hand to rub his nose and whispered, "I seem to have a real cold."

Fortunately, the clothes I wore today were quite thick.

It’s better to be a little more honest during this time, check the weather forecast when going out, and put on more clothes when it’s cold.

Kitajima Xiao nodded, "If you have a cold, you can eat more green onions."

"Haha, I thought you would let me drink more hot water."

"Well?"

"It's okay, you don't understand this. In my home, hot water can cure all diseases. No matter what the disease is, drinking more hot water will cure it."

"Ah."

so amazing. Bei Dao Xiao silently made a note, preparing to tell Lu Ren to drink more hot water next time he gets sick again.

(End of this chapter)