The opening sign to a mother-in-law of the richest man

"well said!"

"I'm afraid that your hands are shaking with fright?"

"Let him paint is a waste of paint!"

Everyone laughed and looked at Chen Feng with contempt and disdain.

"Okay, then I'll draw one." Chen Feng met Sun Yaoyang's gaze and nodded with a smile.

"Humph!"

He wanted to pretend to be forced when he died, Sun Yaoyang sneered and took Chen Feng to the exhibition hall.

A T-shaped stage was set up in the hall, with hundreds of seats placed underneath. A rolling PPT is being played on the stage, showing Sun Jingfei's award-winning experience and life works.

He ordered the staff to arrange the drawing board and paint on the stage, and said to Chen Feng: "You can go up and paint."

Chen Feng nodded, walked to the stage freely, sat down and started painting.

The motorized screen immediately switched screens, and the camera was aimed at the drawing board in front of Chen Feng.

This was deliberately arranged by Sun Yaoyang.

Projecting Chen Feng's paintings on a big screen, drawing them one by one, the onlookers can see clearly.

The reporters of several media below were already waiting, holding the camera in their hands, and shooting wildly at Chen Feng who was painting.

"It's over, this bastard doesn't know how to paint. Isn't he going up like this waiting to be seen as a joke." Su Xinyue stomped anxiously.

She glanced at Chen Feng, walked outside and dialed Su Xinyan's phone.

"Hey, Sister Si, you are coming to Rongcheng Art Museum, that bastard Chen Feng is going to be cold!"

"Snee!"

Chen Feng sneezed and continued to paint.

Everyone below looked at the big screen, sometimes shaking their heads, sometimes sneering.

"What is this painting? My three-year-old son paints better than him!"

"I can paint better with my feet than him!"

"Questioning Master Sun's level, overriding oneself!"

"This kid really dared to paint. Is it the courage Liang Jingru gave him?"

Sun Yaoyang walked to the bottom of the stage, glanced at Chen Feng's drawing board, and almost laughed with tears.

He put his hands around his chest and ridiculed loudly: "For takeaways, I advise you to hurry down and stop being embarrassed!"

Everyone echoed: "Yes, come down quickly, I feel ashamed for you!"

"Young and frivolous, I apologize to Master Sun. With his tolerance, he will definitely not be as knowledgeable as you."

"My dog ​​shit is better than your painting!"

When everyone laughed at Chen Feng's painting garbage, a lot of noise came from far and near from the entrance of the art gallery.

Sun Jingfei, who rushed over after receiving Sun Yaoyang's call, strode to the exhibition hall surrounded by security guards and reporters.

"Master Sun, someone is willing to pay three hundred million to buy all of your works, would you agree?"

"Being mocked by a takeaway guy for his average painting level, how do you feel about this?"

"Master Sun, besides painting, do you have any other hobbies?"

"..."

Faced with questions from many media reporters, Sun Jingfei humbly replied: "Thank you for coming to participate in my exhibition today, and I welcome your comments on my works. I accept it with a humility and strive to create better works."

Happiness!

There was thunderous applause.

"Master Sun is too humble!"

"Shuangxin of De and Yi, Master Sun is really a model for my generation to learn!"

"It's much better than the current lot of traffic."

Sun Yaoyang stepped forward, pointed at Chen Feng who was painting on the stage, and whispered to Sun Jingfei: "Dad, that's the kid. He said that you are so good at painting, and you have to tear your paintings for fun."

Sun Jingfei glanced at the media reporter who was shooting wildly at him.

"Don't shoot, there will be a special time for you to conduct an interview." Sun Yaoyang raised his hand to block the camera.

As soon as the media reporters put away the cameras, the smile on Sun Jingfei's face disappeared.

He looked at Chen Feng and hummed a gas from his nostrils disdainfully.

"Huh! The stinky brat dared to give pointers to my work. I really don't know how high it is."

Sun Yaoyang followed with a sneer and said, "Dad, let him paint. In front of such multimedia, sometimes it makes him foolish."

"Hehe, as far as he paints, even children who are beginners in fine art paint better than him." Sun Jingfei asked curiously, "By the way, where is the little girl who said to buy all my paintings?"

"Still here just now, how about people?"

Sun Yaoyang looked towards the exhibition hall and exclaimed excitedly: "Dad, that's her, Su Xinyue. She is the daughter of Zhang Lindie, the richest man in Chengdu."

He noticed that Sun Yaoyang and his son were looking at him.

Su Xinyue stepped forward and curled her lips: "Why are you both staring at me?"

Sun Yaoyang smiled and introduced: "Miss Su, this is my father, Mr. Sun Jingfei."

Su Xinyue looked up and down Sun Jingfei.

Nodded: "Oh, so you are Sun Jingfei. I bought all the paintings in today's exhibition, 300 million yuan, can you sell them?"

Sun Jingfei said sternly: "Miss Su, art cannot be measured by money. The main purpose of my paintings is to provide the public with excellent spiritual food, not to sell money."

"Yes, Miss Su, my father dedicated his life's love to art..."

Su Xinyue obviously couldn't listen anymore.

She interrupted impatiently, "If you think I have given me less money, you can raise it."

Paused.

She continued, "As for your hypocritical remarks about providing excellent spiritual food for the public, my fourth sister also said in an interview."

When Sun Jingfei heard it, his face was not very good.

"Miss Su, don't compare me with any casual painter. They paint to make money, but I am different from them."

Sun Yaoyang couldn't help but reminded in a low voice: "Dad, her fourth sister is Su Xinyan, that genius female painter."

Sun Jingfei was speechless.

His face looked like a color palette, green for a while and red for a while, and now it became pig liver color again.

Sun Yaoyang stood up to round the field for his father.

"Miss Su, your fiancé is painting on stage, but I see his painting level, it seems that he is not as good as a primary school student."

He glanced at the ridiculing people underneath, and smiled triumphantly: "Look at the scolding underneath. If you are me, I don't have the face to continue standing on the stage. There is a saying how to say, the tree does not need skin. , Sure to die—"

Pause deliberately.

Sun Yaoyang raised the volume and grinned, "This man is shameless, the world is invincible!"

"Really invincible!" At the same time, someone in the exhibition hall exclaimed, which coincided with Sun Yaoyang's mockery.

Sun Yaoyang smiled deeper.

He looked at the big screen contemptuously, but his smile froze in an instant.