No One Knows Ke Xue Better Than Me

He didn't want to get involved with his former friends, lest the chat be revealed and it would become very embarrassing.

I heard from my cousin that I was born in a side branch of the Suzuki family.

Relatives were killed in the fire, and he was the only one who survived and disappeared for several years before appearing.

Suzuki Sonoko is now the heir to the Suzuki chaebol, and if she has a good relationship with her, she will be able to get a lot of care in the future.

Seeing that there is plenty of time, Qiao Qiao walked into the hair salon for a haircut.

After all, he's a handsome guy now, so he should pay attention to his appearance, and he can't be as sloppy as before.

After that, the time was just right.Qiaoqiao stuck and headed to the Middle Ages Art Exhibition.

"Jingle Bell."

Feeling the vibrations in his thighs, he took the phone out of his trouser pocket.

Suzuki Sonoko called and dropped the party:

"I'm sorry, Brother Qiaoqiao, my dad and the others are back. I have to go there. I'm afraid I won't be able to go to the art exhibition today. Otherwise, you can see it for yourself, and make an appointment next time when you have time."

"No problem, if you can't come, you can make an appointment another day, by the way..."

Having said that, Qiao Qiao deliberately paused.

For some reason, Sonoko asked back:

"What's the matter, Brother Qiaoqiao?"

"I remember you said last time in the villa that your dad will bring the family gem when he comes back?"

In the villa where magic lovers gather, Conan says that Doi Takshu is the phantom thief Kid.

Sonoko mentioned the gemstone in his presence, and it was bound to draw attention.

Unexpectedly, Phantom Thief Kidd will issue a notice to steal the dark stars.

All the products in the current system mall are from Maurilan, Kudo Shinichi and Kaito Kidd.

In order to improve his strength and complete the main line, Qiaoqiao must discover more abilities from them.

Maolilan has seen it several times, and there is no commodity to dig.

The scumbag Kudo Shinichi has disappeared, and he still doesn't know where he is.

At present, the best channel is to find the thief Kidd.

In addition to magic fast hands, he should have many abilities that do not conform to scientific rules.

"Yes, when the time comes, the family will open a cruise ship to exhibit at sea."

"Can you call me with you?"

"Okay, I'll talk to them later and let you know when I have an answer."

"No problem, then thank you in advance."

"Sorry, you're welcome, I'll hang up first, Brother Qiao Qiao."

It is impossible for my cousin to let go of the pigeons.

Come here, why don't you go in and have a look.

Suzuki Takashi bought a ticket and walked into the hall of the art museum.

Art is actually quite magical.

According to different experience, everyone can understand the content is different.

The basic properties of painting are actually very simple.

According to the media such as drawing paper, pen and ink, paint, etc., the author's ideas are transmitted through visual effects.

Similar to the recording methods of novels, audio, photography, etc., it is essentially the transmission of information.

The difference is that painting, fiction, and photography are all visual shocks, while music is aural.

All four can expound a certain thought of the author, which can arouse the psychological resonance of bystanders.

As we all know, the price of painting is many times higher than the price of novel, audio and photography.

Paintings handed down by famous families can even sell for hundreds of millions of dollars.

In the case of similar nature, the extra part is the added value artificially imposed.

Just like outsiders often make fun of this, saying that paintings are more valuable after death.

Suzuki Qiaoqiao came here, not all to cultivate sentiment.

She was just too busy to panic, staying at home with nothing to do, and going out to look around.

In the future, girls who flirt can use this as a talking point and brag about it.

"Mr. Suzuki, what a coincidence!"

This voice sounded familiar.

Qiao Qiao looked back and saw Maurilan waving to him, with Conan and Maori Kogoro standing beside him with reluctance.

The rice flower market is too small, right?

……

[Today's push book]: "Black Scepter"

Nine-year-old author, the plot is ups and downs, and the millions of words are full.

Chapter 039 The Art Museum Murder Case ([-])

Suzuki Qiaoqiao did not expect to meet them, and his smile was a little reluctant:

"Yeah, what a coincidence."

Conan stood quietly in the middle, separating the two.

He made a silent resistance with his small body, which was the last stubbornness of the vinegar king.

Mao Lilan didn't pay attention to these details and blurted out:

"Mr. Suzuki, are you here alone?"

"Yeah, there's nothing to do at home anyway, why don't you come out and have a look. You can just walk around, I'll go over there."

"Oh well."

The enthusiasm of their family did not decrease because of the appearance of Suzuki Qiaoqiao.

Mao Lilan stood in front of an abstract painting and expressed his opinion:

"Look, this painting is so beautiful. Especially the yellow, I like it very much."

Conan was speechless. Others went to the art exhibition to see the works and artistic conception.

Who told you to spend money to buy a ticket to come in, just to see yellow?

Mouri Kogoro was also quite speechless, forcing himself not to make a sound.

If I dampen my daughter's enthusiasm now, no one will cook at night.

The line in front of this painting is messy, and the objects are not like objects. It can barely be seen that it is a mango.

If this can be regarded as art, I believe there will be many artists in the kindergarten.

The two kept their distance from Mao Lilan very tacitly, which seemed to be somewhat disgusting.

An old grandfather quietly walked to the side.

He was squinting, with thick eyebrows and a bald head.

The beard on the chin is very long, giving a feeling of Jiang Ziya:

"Hey, do you like this painting? I like it too. No, it should be that I like all the works here. They are like my children, very cute."

Facing the stranger's conversation, Maurilan asked politely:

"Hello, who are you?"

"I'm sorry to bother you, I'm the curator here, called Ochiai."

"It turned out to be Mr. Curator, it doesn't matter."

The old man laughed and put his hands behind him:

"Don't worry about me, you can enjoy it slowly."

It is a very happy thing that a collection of paintings can be praised by passers-by.

It's like an old gentleman sharing a cat film that has been treasured for many years, and being praised by the audience 1024, the pleasure of both is the same.

Suzuki Qiaoqiao looked at the painting next to him and didn't pay much attention to his actions.

When he saw the fifth picture, he suddenly heard the curator's scolding:

"Huada, what are you doing!"

His roar attracted everyone's attention:

"When handling works, you must wear gloves, wear gloves! Don't you know? I've said it several times, have you forgotten?"

The employee was startled at first, and then his expression was very perfunctory:

"Sorry."

The patriarch's grandfather walked over angrily and instructed:

"Forget it, you're clumsy. You better stop doing it and let Iijima handle it."

Hearing this, Kuotian turned and left, with disdain and contempt in his eyes.

Suzuki Qiaoqiao stood at a diagonal corner and had a panoramic view of everything,

It's really a headache to have such employees who don't understand the rules.

Not long after, a fat man with a big belly came behind the curator.

He was in a suit and leather shoes, followed by a secretary-like entourage: