Painting?
Shu Yu stopped abruptly and turned to look downstairs.
There were windows in the private rooms, but to make it more convenient for the guests in the private rooms to see the exhibit downstairs, the black market used a window similar to the modern shutters.
She could see the scene outside as long as she pressed down on the thin leaf in the middle.
However, the people outside could not see the appearance of the guests in the private room.
Shu Yu looked down through the gaps of the leaves and saw the middle-aged man on the high platform unfolding a painting.
It was a landscape painting.
Shu Yu immediately turned her head. "Fourth Uncle, come over and take a look. Is the painting you mentioned the one on the stage?"
Yuan Shanchuan's heart skipped a beat. He hurriedly stood up, and Daniu helped him to the window to look down.
The next moment, he suddenly became excited. "Yes, this is the painting. This is it."