Closer to Revealing My True Self
Chapter 603 - 394: Museum Opening_3

Chapter 603: Chapter 394: Museum Opening_3

The person next to him looked up at the sound.

The host greeted him with a smile: "Brother Chi!"

Feng Chi took off his sunglasses, revealing an impeccable service smile in response.

Even the angle of his smile seemed like it was carefully designed and practiced countless times, instantly showing the perfect curvature in front of the camera, capturing his handsome face in the livestream!

After interacting with the audience in the livestream room, Feng Chi stepped away.

Once the livestream camera couldn’t capture him anymore, Feng Chi took out his phone and sent Feng Yi a message, along with the photo he had just taken:

[Hahahaha! Seeing these names on the congratulatory gift, I wonder if the old man will be so angry that he spits blood!]

[Some of these people used to stand firmly by the old man’s side!]

Among them were two individuals who had not shown Feng Yi a good face during the ancestral hall ceremonies.

This time, for the opening of Feng Yi’s gallery, he didn’t invite them at all, yet they hurried over with flower baskets! And just in case someone missed it, they wrote their names so~ big!

Now that they’ve made their stance so clear, Feng Chi certainly wouldn’t miss this opportunity!

He had also seen the congratulatory gifts sent by the cousins and uncles.

Previously, when the old man held the ancestral hall ceremony, only one of the uncles went and casually made an appearance, while the cousins made no gesture whatsoever.

This time, it was merely the opening of a private gallery by Feng Yi, yet all of them sent gifts, which was already a clear indication of their stance!

Feng Chi had taken several photos of the gifts sent by the cousins and uncles just now.

He only posted these photos in the chat group among his family peers, but he knew that soon these pictures would make their way in front of the old man!

I wonder how much the old man’s anger will increase when he sees these? Does he feel betrayed and abandoned by everyone?

Hehehe~~

Feng Yi didn’t have time to reply to Feng Chi’s message, as he was particularly busy today, needing to personally receive many guests.

Someone from the Propaganda Department of the Joint Security Bureau also arrived.

Actually, the Propaganda Department had not planned to send someone specifically for a private event like the gallery opening, but considering Feng Yi’s influence, they asked him if it could be used as a publicity point.

Feng Yi declined, saying it was inappropriate.

After some deliberation, the Propaganda Department decided to send someone to take a look.

Where exactly is it inappropriate?

To what extent is it inappropriate?

Has Feng Yi had any inappropriate thoughts recently?

That needed to be observed.

However, the people from the Joint Security Bureau were quite low-key; even though they were present, most guests were unaware of their identities.

The time arrived, and the ceremony began.

Lion dancing and music ensued, creating a festive atmosphere.

It also added a touch of joy to the surrounding sombre construction sites.

As this was not an official event and the private gallery would not be open to the public regularly, Feng Yi did not make the opening too grandiose; apart from the lion dance, he had not arranged for any other performances.

Brother Chi felt a bit regretful that he couldn’t add another program. He had taken the initiative to suggest it today, but regrettably, Feng Yi had smiled and declined.

Could my brother be doubting my capabilities?

Brother Chi pondered quietly.

The ceremony did not have a separate host, and Feng Yi delivered the opening speech himself.

When it was time for the unveiling, Feng Yi had originally planned to do it with the housekeeper.

That the gallery was built so quickly, and the items displayed inside, all had the housekeeper’s support behind them.

However, the housekeeper did not agree and insisted that Feng Yi do the unveiling himself, without letting others get involved.

The housekeeper took the ceremony very seriously and had been diligently applying face masks recently—the so-called "miracle masks," provided by Brother Chi. Today, he looked exceptionally radiant.

The styling team invited for the event had been working on the looks of Feng Yi, the housekeeper, along with Jia and a few others, early in the morning.

The housekeeper, elegant and proper as ever, was a gentleman among gentlemen.

Some guests were curious about the housekeeper’s identity, and upon learning that he was just a housekeeper, they didn’t pay much more attention.

Only those like Brother Bao, who were a bit more in the know, silently greeted the housekeeper.

Apart from the housekeeper, Jia and a few others stayed close to Feng Yi.

To many, Jia and his companions looked like bodyguards.

The store visiting host thought so too, scanning over them before his gaze settled on Bing, the most burly and bear-like, thinking to himself:

This must be their highest combat power output!

Or maybe he’s their defensive ace, with high health and strong defenses!

However, the host soon had no more time to observe others, as he turned the camera to Feng Yi.

Under the watchful eyes of all the guests, Feng Yi lifted the red cloth that covered the plaque.

There was only one character—"Yi."

A large, artistically styled "Yi."

The guests also referred to the place as the "Yi Gallery."

They didn’t find anything strange about it. Since this was Feng Yi’s personal gallery for his own collection, naming it after himself seemed reasonable, a standard practice.

Then, amidst the joyous sounds of gongs and drums, among the congratulations and applause from the guests, and in the cheerful and pleasant atmosphere, the gallery’s doors opened!

With a variety of thoughts in their minds, but warm smiles on their faces, the guests walked into the gallery.

And then, they faced the core area that was immediately visible upon entering.

All of them paused at once.

Laughter, applause, and congratulatory voices abruptly fell silent.

The guests, in their head-raised posture, turned their eyes collectively to the sculpture above.

The scene was like a frozen frame.

Outside the gallery, the oblivious music group continued to play devotedly.

Klang klang klang dong dong ching!