"Rong Zheng, she is also your junior sister, that's how you talk?"

Feng Aishan, who had not made a sound, said angrily, his eyes flashing with a fierce light.

I still remember what Mr. Liu told him that day.

That day, he asked Xiaoxi to steal the painting, and he handed it over to Mr. Liu when he was about to get the money.

Mr. Liu accepted the painting but only gave him five million, and he still remembered the disappointment and sarcasm on his face, "Feng Aishan, if it weren't for Rong Zheng's face, I wouldn't even give you the five million! ”

Heh, he didn't expect his apprentice to hook up with Mr. Liu so quickly and squeeze his position down.

Without the support of Mr. Liu, his fame plummeted, and he could only rely on the fame he had accumulated over the years to survive in the painting circle.

But his current paintings can't be sold for a high price, and he originally wanted to use Rong Zheng to continue to make money for himself in the future, and maintain his fame by the way.

I didn't expect Rong Zheng to be so stupid, and he didn't hesitate to go against his mentor for the sake of a woman!

However, he wouldn't let Rong Zheng make it so easy.

Rong Zheng, don't think that if you climb Mr. Liu and Yan Yishan, you can really rise to prominence.

Dream!

"Mr. Feng, Rong Zheng is grateful for your kindness. But our teacher-student relationship has been severed since the moment you stole my paintings. ”

Rong Zheng's cold voice told the truth without a trace of emotion, but others seemed to him to be thoughtful.

Feng Aishan does have a kindness to him, which he cannot deny.

But since Feng Aishan snatched his paintings away regardless of the affection of his master and apprentice, he has no relationship with Feng Aishan.

"Hehe, sure enough, I climbed the high branches, and I don't even recognize me as a master. Feng Aishan looked at him mockingly, his eyes gloomy.

Rong Zheng frowned, "This has nothing to do with anyone else, it's just because you stole my painting." ”

"I stole your painting, didn't you ask Xiaoxi to give it to me?" Feng Aishan sneered, as if he wanted to buckle the ungrateful hat to Rong Zheng's head.

"I never told her anything about the painting, how did the key come from......"

Speaking of which, Rong Zheng is a little difficult to speak, after all, it is embarrassing to say that he was stunned by a woman.

Rong Zheng paused before he spoke, "You know whether that painting was stolen or not." ”

"Okay, Feng Aishan, don't think that what you are doing is unknown to others. Anyway, you are also an old man in our circle, is it embarrassing to bully a young man like this?"

Feng Aishan wanted to say something, but was interrupted by the hot-tempered Yan Yishan.

There was a warning in his eyes, and although Feng Aishan was angry, he still put away his arrogant momentum.

was supposed to talk about art, but it was disrupted by Feng Aishan and Xiaoxi.

Due to the tense atmosphere at the table, everyone could no longer talk freely, so they dispersed early and left.

"Rong Zheng, let's go, let's go see the art exhibition downstairs. ”

There is a place downstairs in the hotel dedicated to the paintings of the finalists, mainly to attract the popularity of the finalists.

"Would you like to find a place to rest for a while?"

Rong Zheng keenly noticed Zhou Ling's somewhat tired face, so he asked softly beside her.

"Well, I'll look for you later. ”

Zhou Ling is not hypocritical, she is indeed a little drowsy after listening to these artists talk about things she can't understand at all for hours.

"Good. ”

Yan Yishan urged over there, and Rong Zheng hurriedly rushed over after arranging Zhou Ling.

In a delicate transparent glass case, the works of the finalists are displayed.

Rong Zheng's works are placed in the second display case.

As he passed, there stood a woman dressed in a smart red slim-fitting overall.

Among the women in the dresses, this woman with a simple ponytail and casual pants is particularly eye-catching.

I saw her staring at Rong Zheng's painting, thoughtful.

Her eyes kept changing, sometimes appreciative, sometimes shaking her head.

"Excuse me, what do you think of my paintings?"

Rong Zheng was curious, not knowing why this woman shook her head at his painting.

The woman turned her head sideways to reveal a heroic face, and she pointed to the painting in the display case, "This is what you painted." ”

"Yes. ”

Seeing Rong Zheng's perfect facial features, a trace of experience flashed in the woman's eyes, but it was also fleeting.

"Your face is suitable for painting. ”

There is no obsession in the woman's eyes, but there is a deep appreciation, which is an appreciation of a work of art.

It seems that in her eyes, Rong Zheng's face has been automatically drawn with a perfect dividing line.

Rong Zheng pursed his lips and said nothing, as if he didn't understand the meaning of her words.

I saw that the woman took out a pencil from the pocket of her jacket, half-squinted her eyes, and compared it to Rong Zheng's face.

This action is too familiar to Rong Zheng, who is painting, and it is measuring the proportions.

"Your facial features are the perfect golden ratio, but you're a little thinner. ”

The woman put away her pen and said with a smile.

Rong Zheng only thought that this woman was a little interesting, so he smiled and asked, "I saw that Miss shook her head at my painting just now, is there anything wrong?"

"The painting is still excellent overall, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is the first place here. However, the proportions here are a little lacking, and the color of the leaves is too full, but it is deliberately not so vibrant. ”

As soon as the connoisseur makes a move, there is only nothing.

Rong Zheng's eyes lit up, and his face showed appreciation, "You observed very carefully. ”

In fact, he knew about this problem when he finished painting, but this was the first time he had been pointed out.

"Hello, my name is Zhao Jiyue. Zhao Jiyue stretched out her hand and introduced herself with a smile.

"My name is Rong Zheng. ”

Rong Zheng smiled, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, and he bowed slightly to introduce himself, but he didn't stretch out his hand.

Zhao Jiyue is the famous female painter, I didn't expect to meet her here just after discussing her.

Zhao Jiyue didn't care, but praised generously, "In fact, in addition to these two problems, this painting is good enough." But why is it in second place?"

Although the painting in the first place is also very good, it is a little worse in terms of artistic conception. And painting is not like Rong Zheng, the tip of the pen is sharp, with its own unique style.

It's a bit unreasonable that such a painting is in second place.

"If it weren't for the competition held by Teacher Yan, I would almost think there was something shady here. ”

Zhao Jiyue laughed out loud, knowing that Teacher Yan was notoriously unable to tolerate sand in his eyes.

"Ji Yue, when did you come, why didn't you tell me? Hey, you two met first. ”