Chapter 27: Chapter 27: This Girl, I Want to Chase Her!
Chapter 27: Chapter 27: This Girl, I Want to Chase Her!
Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio Shang Yu is back in Parma?
Li Qiao’s gaze drifted slightly, suddenly developing a bit of longing for the country of Parma.
She wondered what kind of local customs could foster Shang Yu’s wild and unrestrained style.
After a half-hour drive, the Royal Hotel was within sight.
Li Qiao, dressed in a black cocktail dress, held Li Yan’s hand as they stepped onto the red carpet leading to the entrance.
Under the suddenly bright lights, their contrasting black and white apparel was particularly eye-catching.
The art exhibition was held tonight in the art gallery of the Royal Hotel, and when the siblings arrived, the spacious and quiet atmosphere was filled with a rich artistic and cultural aura.
There were indeed many famous paintings, and it was said that some were the long-lost genuine works recorded in the “Famous Paintings Guide.”
At that moment, Li Yan looked around the art gallery and then whispered to Li Qiao with a slight bow, “Baby, take a look at ‘The Reaper.’ Is it worth acquiring?”
The classical oil painting hanging in the most prominent place in the gallery was etched with the heavy traces of time, which complemented the depiction of the lower class’s humanity within the painting.
Li Qiao looked attentively and meticulously at “The Reaper,” a rural-themed oil painting from the latter half of the 18th century that focused on the elements of farmhouses, meadows, and villages, fresh and authentic in style.
After a while, Li Qiao nodded slightly and said with a curved lip, “This is an 1882 Falyon piece.
If you could purchase this painting, you could flip it for at least double the price.”
Hearing this, Li Yan patted the top of Li Qiao’s head approvingly, “Not bad at all, even remembering Falyon’s work makes me quite pleased.”
Li Qiao glanced at him expressionlessly and swatted away his hand coldly, “Thanks to you!”
The Li Family’s third son had no other hobbies and his only pleasure was to endlessly and unconditionally pass his skills on to Li Qiao.
Ever since she was young, it was relentless, as if they feared they’d have no one to follow after them.
For example, Li Er, on Li Qiao’s seventh birthday, gave her the complete ten-volume set of “World Famous Paintings Guide” as a gift.
Under his influence and forced teaching, the memory-gifted Li Qiao soon knew it by heart.
Li Yan nonchalantly hooked his arm around Li Qiao’s shoulder again, pausing and discussing in front of various famous paintings from time to time.
At this time, in the surveillance room behind the art gallery, a seductive and demonically charming young man sprawled in an office chair as if boneless.
He toyed with a strand of amber beads, his eyes landing on Li Qiao with great interest.
This person was known as Zhui Feng.
One of Shang Yu’s top four assistants.
“President Fong, that girl has a sharp eye!” said Old Liu, the person in charge of the Yan Emperor Group Foundation, with a cheerful smile, pointing at Li Qiao on the surveillance screen.
Because the exhibition included many pricey paintings, the entire art gallery was covered by 360-degree surveillance with no dead angles.
Li Qiao’s comments on the paintings naturally were also captured on the surveillance footage.
Zhui Feng swayed the bead strand, laughing wickedly, “Indeed, not bad, she’s also quite showy.”
Upon hearing this, Manager Old Liu immediately rubbed his hands together, understanding the implication, “Then…
should I introduce her to you, President Fong?”
“You know her?” Zhui Feng glanced sideways at Old Liu, his raised eyebrow carrying a rebellious charm.
Old Liu chuckled naively, “I don’t know her, but the man by her side is Li Yan.
I have a bit of a relationship with him; we can talk.”
Zhui Feng did not respond, but his eyes watching the surveillance footage grew increasingly fervent as if on fire.
After all these years, he hadn’t seen a girl so good-looking and full of personality.
She was worth pursuing!