The leading gentleman wears a broad hard-top hat, is tall, has pale skin, and holds a bright silver cane tightly. Next to him are a blond man with a hooked nose, and a gentle lady wearing a high-collared cloak and holding a folding fan.

"Your Excellency He Meng, Captain Salman, welcome here." Fan Ning saluted gracefully, "Who is this beautiful lady?"

The appearance of the Special Inspection Department and his entourage was as expected by Fan Ning.

As the "Boethius" nominated artist awarded by the discussion group, such an important news is also a major event in the art cause of the empire. It is normal for various official organizations to send representatives to congratulate. At this time, Bishop Christopher was still in the crowd.

Looking at the painting with great interest.

But this does not mean that Fan Ning is not vigilant.

"Dear President Fan Ning, you can call me Anna." The woman shook her folding fan lightly.

As soon as the soft and professional voice came out, Fan Ning immediately remembered the name before he even waited for it.

Captain Salman's full-time liaison, a careful investigator, talked to her on the phone himself.

Fan Ning made an inviting gesture and led them into the exhibition's flow from the beginning.

The three of them walked around like normal guests to view the oil paintings, stopping from time to time.

"The exploration of the understanding of light and shadow in these 240 paintings is wonderful, and some of them even have mystical tendencies. You should know that even ignorant people in the art world will occasionally feel the heterogeneity behind the surface of the world due to high inspiration.

Color, of course, I have passed the test. As a public art venue, we always have to guard against the risk of overly explicit strange power and even evil reputation. You should have richer screening experience on such issues..."

Fan Ning calmly led the three of them to several highly inspiring paintings for them to admire, and continued to introduce them in a low voice.

Anna kept responding to him with "uh huh", while the other two gentlemen only nodded silently occasionally.

The movement of several people was relatively random. Sometimes Fan Ning guided them from the front, and sometimes they followed the three people and introduced them from behind.

He Meng glanced at the paintings on the wall without saying anything else.

"Your Excellency, Inspector General, there are no paintings over there."

At a midpoint of the S-shaped moving line, He Meng took his steps towards a fork in the road. There were still guests visiting, but there were fewer people than on the exhibition moving line.

"There are several small round exhibition halls that used to display installation art..." The three of them entered one of the rooms without stopping, and Fan Ning slowly followed.

He Meng stood in front of a merchandise cabinet against the wall and stretched out his hand.

"Frankly speaking, it took us a lot of effort to clean up the debris accumulated in the corridor this time. Now this place is used to sell small souvenirs, and the one next door you are facing sells drinks and non-staple food." Fan Ning continued unhurriedly.

Introduce slowly.

He controlled his breathing and spiritual state, but his heart was inevitably hung up.
Chapter completed!