"Sister, the bathroom on the third floor is under maintenance. Let's go to the fourth floor."
Under maintenance?
Manshu looked toward the bathroom.
The young ladies winked and winked.
Manshu also heard them say:
"Foreigners are too open-minded. They come to the museum to do whatever they want."
"I see that they are very skillful in their actions. They hang up the sign as soon as they enter the bathroom."
"I should have secretly photographed them just now to see how shameless they were."
"Forget it, don't cause trouble..."
Manshu breathed a sigh of relief after listening to their words.
It seems that she is overthinking, and people are just anxious to think... There is no such thing as her having random thoughts.
As for why she made up the identity of the jewelry designer, maybe she didn’t want to reveal her identity to a stranger.
However, despite this, she did not leave directly.
After waiting for a while, no one came out. Thinking that someone might already be there... she went downstairs.
This matter seemed strange, but Manshu was not sure whether there was really something wrong with those two people.
She originally planned to go to Director He to remind him, but the staff told Director He that his eighty-year-old mother suddenly had a car accident and the doctor called, so he hurried to the hospital and did not come to work in the afternoon.
Manshu's eyelids twitched, feeling a little uneasy.
"Then who is in charge of the museum now?" Manshu asked.
The staff member didn't know what she meant, so he frowned: "Little sister, what are you asking the person in charge for? Our exhibition hall is too busy right now. The person in charge is temporarily replaced by the deputy director. Others are..."
Before the staff member could finish speaking, he was interrupted. "Xiao Yi, come here."
"Here we come." The staff member didn't talk to Manshu anymore and ran away.
Manshu: “???”
She felt that maybe she was really nosy.
I simply went directly to the small exhibition room.
There were no fewer people in the afternoon than in the morning, and the small exhibition room was still overcrowded.
Manshu chose a better place to stand and admired the dazzling array of jade and jewelry.
Secretly absorbing the strands of spiritual energy, she tried to guide the spiritual energy in her body and learned what is said in martial arts novels about how Qi sinks into the Dantian.
Unfortunately, after working on it for a long time, it was of no use at all.
Perhaps, she should find someone to ask how to practice.
I don’t know if the people in the special department that Yan Zhan was talking about know about it.
What Manshu didn't know was that at this moment, a small group of green spiritual energy was gathering in her Dantian.
The longer she stayed in this small exhibition room, the more solid the green aura became.
From the beginning it was just the size of a mung bean, to the size of a peanut, and then it slowed down.
Perhaps it was because she had absorbed a little too much at one time, so she dozed off while standing next to the display cabinet.
"Little sister, what are you doing, falling asleep while watching the exhibition? If you are really sleepy, go home and go to sleep. You have stayed in the small exhibition room long enough, and there are still people coming in to visit later.
Don’t waste your time here.”
A staff member saw Manshu's head moving little by little, and was really worried that she might bump into the corner of the display cabinet, so he gave her a gentle push.
Manshu glanced at the person in confusion: "Oh, okay, thank you."
She moved her fingertips slightly and felt warm all over her body, knowing that she had absorbed a lot of spiritual energy.
She glanced at the jewelry and jades, trying to sense the aura on them, but with just this perception, she found that the aura on them seemed to have weakened a lot.
It must have been absorbed by her.
She didn't dare to stay long and came out of the museum directly.
When Manshu came out, she realized that it was almost dark outside.