It's just that this is just what Su Ziyan saw.

If her eyesight was enough to see Ye Lingtian's bullet that flew Barrett with one finger just now, I'm afraid she was not just what she is now!

"Ye Lingtian, let me ask you, you are obviously so powerful, why didn't you just take action and clean up Wang Qiang's gang?"

"Why do you want to make a move? You don't listen to me, go out without permission, and let you learn a lesson. ”

"You ......"

After listening to Ye Lingtian's words, the original emotion in Su Ziyan's heart turned into shame at this moment!

Just to teach her a lesson, she was a young lady, and she took a "roller coaster" in embarrassment!

It's so damning!

Su Ziyan stomped her feet, sat back in the car with a puff, and drove back with Ye Lingtian.

The sun set, and after sending the car to the garage, Ye Lingtian and her came to the city center to prepare for dinner.

"Hey, what's going on there?"

At this time, Su Ziyan suddenly found that there were many people around the fountain in the city center.

Some of them were taking pictures with their mobile phones, and some were talking and pointing at each other.

Su Ziyan subconsciously walked over to take a look, and she also had a strange expression on her face!

There was nothing big going on in front of the fountain, except for an old man dressed in rags and vagabond, sitting in front of the fountain, and in front of him there was a drawing board, and next to him hung a large and conspicuous letter:

"The first painting in the world, one painting in a million!"

Su Ziyan looked at this line of words in a daze, and subconsciously read it out.

"Damn, what kind of person is this, is it crazy?"

"That's it, a painting is a million, who does he think he is!"

"I guess which mental hospital didn't close the door and let him out. ”

The crowd around pointed and pointed, their faces full of sarcasm and ridicule.

Not to mention other people, even Su Ziyan, a young lady who has seen the world, doesn't believe it.

"Hey old man, what's the matter, is your painting inlaid with gold or diamonds, one million for a painting, do you want to become an Internet celebrity?"

In the crowd, some young people taunted.

However, the old man didn't even look at him, and said softly:

"Jiang Taigong fishes, willing to take the bait, in the eyes of ordinary people, they will not understand my paintings, but in the eyes of discerning people, my paintings are priceless. ”

"Hahaha......"

His words really caused ridicule from the crowd again.

Everyone is even more convinced that this old man is either mentally ill or delusional!

"Then I'd like to see how your paintings can be priceless in the eyes of a discerning man like me!"

At this moment, an old man with a goat beard in his fifties stepped out of the crowd.

"Let me introduce myself, my name is Fang Chenhua. ”

As soon as the voice fell, after the surrounding silence, a burst of alarm broke out in an instant!

"He said he was...... Chinese painting master Fang Chenhua?"

"He, he is also the president of the Qinhai Provincial Art Artists Association!"

"That's right! It is said that with his status, even if he paints any bird, he can sell it for a high price of more than 100,000 yuan!"

Obviously, Fang Chenhua's reputation and status are prominent, and almost everyone present knows about it.

Fang Chenhua stroked his beard, he had long been accustomed to these false names.

"Old man, as they said, I am the president of the Qinhai Provincial Art Association, what I can't tolerate the most is that other people are in the name of art, swaggering and cheating, today I want to see, what kind of painting is worth a million high price!"

Surprisingly, everyone thought that in front of a real expert, the homeless old man would panic, but he didn't.

He just glanced at Fang Chenhua faintly:

"The president of the art association is just a caged bird trapped by the so-called false name and money in the world, trapped by the mortal dust, and you will never be able to understand the true meaning of the painting in your life. ”

"How can it be!"

Fang Chenhua was immediately furious and said, "Okay, since that's the case, then I'll put down my body today and have a painting competition with you, do you dare to agree?"

"Why don't you dare. ”

Seeing the two sides facing each other, everyone around was stunned!

This homeless old man, not only in front of the president of the art association, but now he is not afraid to take on the challenge?

The president of the dignified art association, the existence of hundreds of thousands of paintings in his hand, isn't he humiliating himself!

"Don't say that I bully the small, you decide what the content of the competition is. Fang Chenhua said.

The homeless old man nodded, suddenly raised his hand, and unexpectedly pointed at Su Ziyan beside Ye Lingtian.

"I don't want to bully the small, you worldly people, confused by beauty, money, and fame, then compare what you are good at, draw a picture of this beauty!"

"Wow!!"

There was an instant shock around me!

First, it was because Fang Chenhua himself was famous for painting beautiful women, and this old man simply hit his muzzle!

Second, when everyone's eyes were fixed on Su Ziyan, they realized that there was a beautiful woman standing here!

At this moment, there were many eyes full of jealousy, and they fell on Ye Lingtian beside her.

"Okay, since you're so arrogant, then I'll let you lose badly!"

Fang Chenhua snorted coldly, and immediately started to draw.

And the homeless old man, also observing Su Ziyan, began to draw.

The audience fell silent......

"I ......"

Su Ziyan was still a little confused, how could she be so decent, she became the object of the painting?

She felt too embarrassed to stand like this, so she asked casually: "Hey, Ye Lingtian, did you say that the homeless old man really has a mental problem, and he will lose if he competes with the president of the Art Association?"

She opened her mouth simply to find a topic and relieve the embarrassment, after all, everyone knew that it was obvious.

However, unexpectedly, Ye Lingtian shook his head:

"You can't just look at the surface of everything. ”

"Do you mean that the president of the Art Association will lose to him, this is impossible!" Su Ziyan immediately retorted.

Ye Lingtian didn't explain again.

In this way, the competition began under the watchful eyes of everyone, and half an hour later, Fang Chenhua put down the pen first.

"Everyone, my painting has been completed!"

After that, Fang Chenhua picked up the painting with both hands and showed it in front of everyone.

"Wow! It's so beautiful!"

"This painting is so vivid, it's as beautiful as the beauty herself!"

"Yes, he is worthy of being the president of the Qinhai Art Association, he is worthy of his name, and he has won!"

Looking at his sketch, everyone was amazed.

"These words, let's wait until you read me, and then make judgments!"

However, just when Fang Chenhua was proud, the homeless old man also slowly raised the painting in his hand.

The original surprise of Fang Chenhua's painting disappeared in an instant!

The audience suddenly fell silent, and the needles could be heard!