Luo Nai's private gallery is located in the center of Lilan, and Shen Li and Lu Huai went there together.
It was also at this time that Shen Li realized that the relationship between Lu Huai and Luo Nai was far better than she had expected.
He owns a lot of property in Liland, and has a lot of contacts with the entire Bershire family.
When Luo Nai invited her to go, he thought that Lu Huaiyu was also there, so he also invited him over at the same time.
During the day, Lilan is also very lively. Compared with Baicheng, it has a more romantic and artistic atmosphere.
Various museums and art galleries can be seen everywhere on both sides of the street, and even some small shops are very stylish.
Shen Li sat in the back row of the car, leaning on the back of the chair, casually looking at the passing scenery outside the window.
Lu Huaiyu sat beside her, saw her looking out the window, and said:
"Time is tight this time, next time if you are free, you can go to the First Avenue for a stroll, there are many interesting gadgets."
Shen Li shook her head:
"It's too commercialized there now, let's go to Susheli Street."
Lu Huai raised his eyebrows.
First Street is a famous scenic spot in Lilan, where there are many small art shops. Many people come here to check in and find some small things they like.
In comparison, Susheli Avenue is much less famous, and usually only local people know about it.
"I didn't expect Ali to know Lilan so well. It seems that during the time you came to Lilan, you went to many places?"
He said, thinking of what she said before, he couldn't help laughing again,
"Before you said that Lilan had too much rain in summer, did you get caught in the rain?"
Shen Li's heart seemed to be poked softly by something.
She nodded.
The summer rains in Liland always come suddenly, and she has indeed been drenched many times.
"Then we'll go to Susheli later."
Lu Huai and of course let her go.
Shen Li looked back. Slightly warped lips:
"OK."
She was about to continue to say something, but suddenly her eyes froze.
Lu Huaiyu sensed something was wrong and asked:
"What's wrong?"
Shen Li narrowed her eyes slightly:
"I seem to see an acquaintance."
"who?"
Shen Li raised her chin:
"Tao Siwen."
Lu Huaiyu still had some impression of the name, so he frowned slightly and looked back.
There were people coming and going on the street, but he still saw the somewhat familiar figure of the middle-aged man at a glance.
It was indeed Tao Siwen.
Wearing a polo shirt, slacks, and a baseball cap, he looked like he was on a tour.
But... No matter how you look at it, something seems wrong.
Tao Siwen walked for a while and quickly turned a corner.
Lu Huaiyu stared at his receding back:
"That's Seventh Avenue."
Of course, Shen Li is also very clear about this.
It was strange enough to meet Tao Siwen here, but he still went to Seventh Avenue...
She whispered:
"The fake painting of mine that was exhibited in a gallery was once in a store on Seventh Avenue."
Lu Huai and Feng Mou narrowed their eyes slightly.
This was the first time he heard about it, and he looked back, but Tao Siwen was no longer there.
"You think he had something to do with that?"
Shen Li nodded: "Yes."
Tao Siwen likes to be arty, and he has worked hard in this area on weekdays. It is said that there are many treasures in his family collection, and he often goes to art exhibitions and the like.
And the fake painting market...has huge benefits hidden.
Lu Huai pondered for a moment:
"Do you want me to check it for you?"
Shen Li's lips moved slightly, and she was about to speak when the phone rang suddenly.
Good night
(end of this chapter)