In the end, this painting was actually carried up by two of his subordinates.

It can be seen that Donald attaches great importance to this painting.

In addition, this group of people had already heard about it before, and Tang Lao wasted a lot of effort and a lot of favors before he got this painting.

At this moment, everyone is waiting with an itch, and the atmosphere does not dare to come out of one.

This is the effect that Donald was waiting for, he smiled slightly, carefully picked up the painting, and placed it in the middle of the two paintings.

As soon as the painting is opened. Sure enough, the room immediately boiled.

"This is a Chinese painting. With a fine and steady brush, the shade is detailed, and it is difficult to paint well, which is a pair of generals' production. ”

"Its shape, its bones, and its qi are all unsurpassed by ordinary works. Stunning at a glance, aftertaste after a closer look. ”

"It's really possible that this painting is Qi Baishi's work. Donald, Donald, you've really found a big baby!"

This painting is placed in the middle of the other two paintings, and its majestic momentum and magnificent brushwork completely compare the other two.

No one's eyes fell on the other two, and the other two seemed to be foils.

Donald was extremely comfortable with the words of this group of sycophants.

The most important thing is that Tang Lao also noticed that Chu Li, who had always had a flat expression, had also changed.

There didn't seem to be much of a surprise, but the shock was palpable.

Hehe, you kid, don't you want to pretend?

Lao Tzu's painting is rare in a hundred years, so that your kid can open his eyes, and he can't put it on.

Zhang Yumei noticed that the eldest brother next to her liked this painting very much.

"Big brother, do you like it?" asked Zhang Yumei.

"yes. It's been a long time since I've seen something I like so much. Zhang An chuckled.

He is not very good at expressing his preferences on weekdays, so only the closest sister will find the clues of his expression.

Since Zhang An has admitted it, it means that he likes it very much.

"I don't know if this painting is willing to make a move. If I want, I'll buy it for my eldest brother. Zhang Yumei pondered.

Zhang An immediately vetoed, "Yumei, you can't do this." Once this painting comes, it must be worth a thousand gold, and Donald will definitely not sell it at a low price. Second, Donald took a lot of effort to get this painting, how can he say that he will sell it, don't you make people bear to cut their love!"

Zhang Yumei sighed and smiled, "I knew that big brother you would say that." But I still want to give you a gift. ”

"Forget it, maybe I don't have a chance with this kind of famous person!"

Zhang An also felt sorry for himself.

"Vice Province Zhang, do you want this painting?" Chu Li suddenly asked.

"yes. I have been specializing in this aspect for many years, and speaking of which, after so many years, this painting is the most satisfying to me. ”

Since he has come to the conclusion after many years of study, it shows that this painting is indeed very weighty.

"Oh, then I'll send a pair to Vice Governor Zhang another day. "Chu Li wanted to help Zhang Yumei.

"Hahaha, you give me this one?" Zhang An pointed to the divine painting in the middle, "This kind of painting, I dare to guarantee, this is the only one in the world, and there will never be a second one." The painter must be a master in the world, and I don't think Qi Baishi necessarily has this painting skill. ”

The others also said yes, even nodding.

Chu Li couldn't help laughing, "It's true that there is only one painting at present, but if Vice Provincial Zhang likes it, there can be a second one." ”

When Donald heard this, the corners of his mouth immediately fell, "Can a fake painting copied be considered a painting!"

Others also misunderstood Chu Li's meaning, the painter may have been dead for hundreds of years, can he still dig up the grave and ask his bones to come out and paint another picture.

"Copying doesn't count, but if the painter himself paints another one, it's not a fake painting, right?"

"Hehe," said Donald, "do you mean, do you know the master who painted this great work?"

Chu Li nodded, "Count it as acquaintance." ”

"It's really a brag and doesn't make a draft, if you know, then you can quickly bring it over and let us open our eyes. ”

That is, it is absolutely impossible for modern people to produce such a divine work. Unless you dig up someone else's grave. ”

Chu Li said helplessly, "I'm here myself, why look for it again." ”

"What do you mean?" Donald's eyebrows furrowed.

"I actually painted this painting. Finally, Chu Li confided the truth.

And this painting, not long ago, I don't know which one died

His words immediately caused a shocking burst of laughter.

"Hahaha, I've seen shameless, I've never seen such shameless. ”

"Do you know how to hold a pen?"

Chu Li glanced around and found the table beside him, he walked over from the crowd and held the brush on the table in his hand.

But he didn't hold the pen in a normal way, but held the pen tightly in the palm of his hand like a fist.

"Is that how you hold it?" Chu Li asked curiously.

Everyone laughed even louder.

Zhang An sneered, "Yumei, this is what you call a master, not a fool?"

Zhang Yumei opened her mouth, but didn't say anything.

Soon, in the laughter of everyone, Chu Li took a pen and suddenly danced on the white paper on one side.

After just one moment, Chu Li put the pen down.

Those who had good things stretched out their heads to look at the past, and immediately stopped laughing. The pupils dilate, and they changed to a frightened expression.

There are also some who keep rubbing their eyes, and they can't believe it at all.

"This, this is a bird?"

"It's a real bird, isn't it? a real bird, it must be!"

The mass of ink that Chu Li had just dropped at random unexpectedly blurred away and became a bird.

The crude stroke turned out to be the most real appearance, and many people wanted to reach out and touch it to determine if it was real.

"Don't touch it, what if it's ruined!" the other man stopped.

Even Zhang An, who was so well-informed, was shocked by Chu Li's hand.

Donald was even more exaggerated, and he didn't know what to say.

"Isn't it okay to hold the pen like this?" Chu Li pretended to be surprised, and picked up the pen again, this time he actually put the pen holder between his fingers, and the pen barrel shook casually, "What about holding the pen like this?"

"Of course it's not like that. Someone muttered.

Chu Li smiled faintly, waved the pen barrel onto the paper, and then slowly put the pen down.

Suddenly, a dragon appeared on the paper.

"Dragon Flying Phoenix Dance, the real Dragon Flying Phoenix Dance. ”

Although this dragon is only a rough outline, it is imposing, more amazing than the dragon that has been carefully thought.

Zhang Yumei secretly glanced at Zhang An's face, and she couldn't see any clues on the surface, but as Zhang An's own sister, Zhang Yumei already knew that Zhang An was in turmoil at this time.

"Little brother, little brother, you can draw another one. ”

Beside Donald, one of the happiest old men who had just been sarcastic took the pen tremblingly and handed it to Chu Li with both hands.

"Old man, what do you want me to draw?"

"Anything, anything, paint whatever you want, give us a few eye openers. ”

"That's it, little brother, you are so young, you have this kind of ability, it's not an exaggeration to say that you are a master!"

Donald listened to it on the sidelines, could it be that this painting in his collection was really painted by this kid?

Originally, it was still in the palm of his hand, thinking it was Qi Baishi's work.

It took a lot of effort to do everything possible, but it turned out to be from the hands of this kid!

No way.

He patted the table and smirked, "Little brother, your painting skills are really not bad." But if you are the owner of this painting, I feel that it is a bit of a stretch. ”

Tang Lao was laughing on the surface, but he had already scolded Chu Li several times in his heart.

"Donald, don't you believe it?" Chu Li asked him rhetorically.

The corners of Donald's mouth twitched, "Since you said that this is your painting, little brother, how could it fall into my hands?"

"This painting was originally placed in my house, and I painted a picture casually, but I didn't expect it to be stolen by a thief a few days ago. And then it was..."

Didn't it just show up at this meeting?

Donald almost wanted to vomit blood, the painting he regarded as a treasure, or the work of this kid?

"Hehe, little brother, what you say is certainly a bit interesting, but the credibility is really not high. It's also cumbersome to prove. For the sake of the remaining face, Donald deliberately explained.

"What's so hard about that, I'll just draw another one. ”

After Chu Li finished speaking, he opened the first piece of paper and threw it away.

The birds and beasts that had just conveyed their spirits were still above, and as soon as Chu Li threw them, someone knelt down to pick them up.

Chu Li's attention was all on the paper.