The artist called Recluse, Fu Chun, had yet to leave the art exhibition center.
After the meeting, he proceeded to the art exhibition.
The location of the painting in question should be in a remote corner, where works sent in by unknown painters were displayed.
Just as he walked over, he saw chaos in front of him. He frowned. "What happened?"
The staff hurriedly said, "There's a customer who accidentally spilled ice cream and dirtied the painting inside."
The art exhibition had limited space. In this small area, there were four to five other inexpensive new pieces.
Fu Chun's face darkened. "How can such a low-level mistake be made? Also, who is allowed to eat in an art exhibition?"
The staff had a dejected look on his face as he continued, "President Xu Fang has already lost her temper and fired the person who made the mistake. Fortunately, these paintings are not expensive. Otherwise, that person would really have made a huge mistake!"
