108 Good Things I Did To Break Up My Engagement

Chapter 45 Exhibits Stolen
Last time, Lu Zeyang sent Xia Li a lot of works about Yifeng. She read a little every day, and she really finished it. There was a painting that she couldn't let go of, and she always wanted to keep it for herself. This painting happened to be the auction The finale exhibits of the meeting.

Lu Zeyang had nothing but a lot of money, so he immediately decided to quietly buy this painting as a surprise for her.

The two were strolling around the exhibition hand in hand. Xia Li was standing in front of a Chinese painting, and suddenly something came to his mind, and he turned around and asked, "Is there any painting here that you like?"

Good guy, the two are worthy of being a couple, and they both want to be together.

"Every painting of Master Yifeng has its own characteristics, and I like it very much." He raised his eyebrows and turned his head: "But I still like the Huashan Fengshui painting the most, which is the finale of today's auction."

He originally wanted to force a relationship with her. You see, our favorite works are the same!

However, he didn't see the imaginary expression, Xia Li just nodded thoughtfully.

In art exhibitions, it is easiest to distinguish between rich people and ordinary people. Photography is not prohibited in the paintings displayed in the gallery. Everywhere Xia Li goes, he can see little girls taking pictures, while rich people go directly to the auction site.

Rich people also mean fine. They really like painting, and few want to collect paintings. Most of them buy them back to wait for appreciation, or hang them at home with style.

Xia Li had read several interviews with Yifeng. The reporter asked him what he would think if his paintings were bought by someone who didn’t know how to appreciate them. Yifeng was very straightforward—“I paint to make money. If you buy it, it’s his, and it doesn’t matter if you use it as firewood.”

She likes Yifeng's straightforwardness, and it is always difficult to match him in the interview with the master of delicate national style. She feels a sense of separation for no reason, and even wants to see him in person.

"The works of the master of traditional Chinese painting, Yifeng, will be auctioned in 10 minutes. All guests, please get ready."

A gentle female voice sounded on the radio, pulling Xia Li back from his thoughts.

At this time, Lu Zeyang secretly smiled, and stepped in front of Xia Li first: "I suddenly want to go to the bathroom." He pointed to the chair beside him and said, "Wait for me there, okay?"

Just when she didn't know how to send him away, the opportunity just came, she said with a smile: "Okay, you go."

The two sides acted separately, Xia Li always thought that Lu Zeyang had no money, and wanted to buy his favorite painting and give it to him.

But at this moment, an alarm suddenly sounded in the exhibition hall, and after a harsh sound, a person shouted anxiously: "The final auction item has been stolen, and all exits in the exhibition hall have been closed. Sign to the rest area to rest."

The radio sounded a little louder, and he said: "The security of this exhibition is tight, the person who stole the painting will be arrested quickly, and the painting will be returned within 10 minutes. We can count you as turning yourself in, and you can't escape!"

The painting was stolen suddenly, which interrupted the actions of the two of them. Before they could react, the voice of the system came from their minds at the same time.

[The latest mission, the finale exhibit in the exhibition hall you are in has been stolen, please catch the thief as soon as possible and retrieve the painting. 】

The exhibition hall is on the third floor of a shopping mall, and the roads leading in all directions lead directly to all parts of the shopping mall. The exhibitors can't block every small exit, they can only seal the big exits of the shopping mall. They have to come to a lot of security guards. The staff checked them one by one. The stolen painting was so large that the thief could not easily get out.

The scope of their search is the entire mall.

Guests were chattering and gossiping in the exhibition hall, but fortunately they didn't panic, and followed the announcement to the rest area. Xia Li had no idea, and got in with the crowd.

There are quite a few security personnel in the lounge, wearing black sunglasses to scan everyone who comes in, and if they find something wrong, they will be pulled aside for careful questioning.

So... the thief dared not come here after eating the bear's heart. Xia Li turned around and went out, standing in front of a landscape painting, thinking about what to do next.

The purpose of the thief stealing the painting is likely to be cash for money, so the painting can be guaranteed to be intact at present, the question is, where is he hiding now.

Lu Zeyang was also puzzled. He went up to the top floor and looked down to have a wider view. The exhibition hall used one-third of the ground on the third floor. In order to fit the exhibition, there are various cultural and creative product merchants on the left and right sides, which are the most literary and artistic. layer.

The shopping mall here is bigger than the one where the little boy was rescued last time, with a huge flow of people. One store is sublet, and the next one will be seamlessly connected immediately. There is no need to worry about not being able to rent out. There is no empty store that can hide people like last time. .

He frowned and thought about many thieves' escape routes, but he denied them all in the end. The few corridors and rooftops in the shopping mall where he could hide must have been searched by the staff, and they could also be discharged.

Where else can it be hidden?

Could it be... Lu Zeyang narrowed his eyes, and a bad thought came to his mind.

Focusing on the person in charge of the exhibition who was dizzy from the busy work on the third floor, he clenched his fists, turned around and went downstairs, and unexpectedly came to the person in charge.

"Hello, I'm a fan of Teacher Yifeng. I wanted to bid for the finale work before, but I heard that it was stolen. I want to find it with you. May I ask when the exhibit was stolen?"

One more person means more hope of being found. The person in charge replied, "About two o'clock."

Lu Zeyang raised his hand and looked at his watch. It was already 02:30, and the exhibition hall did not find out that the exhibits were stolen in the first place, and blocked the entrance and exit after realizing it. The thief might have left early.

These words made him firm his guess, looked around, and went out from the nearest entrance to the exhibition hall.

The road outside is wide, and if the thieves have a car to pick them up, they won't be able to find them no matter how hard they look. They can only hope that everything is still in his guess.

Opposite the shopping mall is a multinational company, it is impossible for thieves to get in, first ruled out.

There is also a plastic surgery institution and countless small shops, the scope is huge, and finding a painting is like looking for a needle in a haystack.

"Hey, have you heard that the plastic surgery institution disfigured a girl, and after a few days and nights of trouble, the shop may not be able to open."

"I've heard, I've heard, that girl is also quite miserable. Some people who have seen her say that her face is still bleeding, that she has ruined her life, that she wants to jump off a building, and the plastic surgery agency sealed off the roof. "

"Oh, what a pity..."

Two middle-aged women passing by to buy vegetables were chatting and gossiping, their voices were so loud that Lu Zeyang couldn't help but hear them.

Following their words, I looked up and saw that there was a flight of stairs outside the plastic surgery facility, which led directly to the roof. It was usually locked, but the floor itself was only on the second floor, and it was almost life-threatening if I fell from the roof, so the people in the facility didn't care that much. , The nearby residents did not take this seriously.

(End of this chapter)