That afternoon, someone posted online that the Snake Head Statue might be in the hands of a small sect in Lighthouse Country.
After Lu Zheng and the other two left the exhibition, they got in touch with Zhao Xiaodao. She had already finished filming her scenes for the day and was on her way back to the city.
Zhao Xiaodao: You all came out of the exhibition already? I was thinking of going in to find you, and taking a look around while I was at it.
Zhang Weili: Don't. When public figures show up in public places, they're always surrounded by crowds. If you came to see the exhibition like this, just wait and see whether those public accounts tear you to pieces.
Zhao Xiaodao: I can wear a mask.
Zhang Weili: Give it up. If you get recognized and cause chaos at the scene, it'll definitely become another piece of dirt on you.
Zhao Xiaodao: (black-faced.jpg) Why would it be dirt on me again?
Zhang Weili: They'll say you're uncultured and putting on an act.
Zhao Xiaodao: (furious.jpg) As if you're cultured! Zhang Weili: But nobody knows me. Zhao Xiaodao: ...
Before long, the three of them met Zhao Xiaodao's nanny van at the entrance to Wangfujing.
Wrapped up from head to toe, Zhao Xiaodao hopped out of the van and couldn't help stamping her feet.
Lu Zheng glanced into the vehicle. "What, was it cold in there too? Did the air conditioner break?"
"No, my feet got a little numb from sitting." Zhao Xiaodao smiled awkwardly, then sent her assistant and driver off first.
It was still some time before dinner, so the three found a teahouse, booked a private room, and ordered a pot of Tieguanyin.
After Zhang Weili told her about the amusing events of