Because of the special situation, the Art Group specially arranged a room for them.

Wang Yongchang was a little restrained and looked indifferent. Perhaps he had not recovered from the grief of his girlfriend's death, and he looked listless.

Hu Pingtao comforted him: "I just want to find out about the situation from you, I have no other intention."

Wang Yongchang nodded and said in a low voice: "Ask me! As long as I know something, I will not hide it from you policemen."

There was a hint of resistance in his words.

Hu Pingtao's expression remained unchanged. He did not enter into the topic directly. He smiled and said: "The Qun Yi Museum is a good unit. I have a lot of leisure time and can also engage in personal creation."

Wang Yongchang raised his head and glanced at him, quite surprised: "You also study art?"

"I graduated from the Art Institute. Department of Fine Arts, majoring in oil painting." Hu Pingtao asked with a smile: "What about you? Art or music?"

"I am from Sichuan Fine Arts University, majoring in Chinese painting." Wang Yongchang's face showed a hint of pride, and at the same time he showed a smile: "It seems that we are peers and have a common language."

Sichuan Fine Arts University is very famous and ranks higher than Dian Art College among domestic art schools. Wang Yongchang's arrogance seems normal to Hu Pingtao, which is a characteristic of all Sichuan Fine Arts graduates.
Chapter completed!