"Isn't it a surprise?" Seeing Fan Wenqing's shocked expression, Tang Yin's heart was very happy, and he said that this was just the beginning.

Hum!

Fan Wenqing snorted coldly and stopped talking!

He was waiting, waiting for Tang Yin to start making up the painting, as long as there was a little problem in the process of making up the painting, he would have the opportunity to use the problem to play.

According to his speculation, in the process of redrawing, the probability of problems is almost 100%.

Because of his speculation, in Longmen, one of all the painters is counted as a sum, and he is not able to complete the repainting of the shrimp fun picture.

Unless it's Master Tang himself, the problem is that it's impossible.

On the one hand, letting them make up the drawings is not in line with their identity and status.

On the other hand, there is the possibility of failure, and masters cherish their feathers very much, and will not easily do things that may fail and damage their reputation.

Soon Gao Zhenxing was ready, and even he personally gave Tang Yin ink, which made Fan Wenqing so envious that the roots of his teeth itched.

Gao Zhenxing is currently at the helm of the Gao family, in charge of a huge industry of billions, but now he is just a person who sharpens Tang Yin's ink.

Tang Yin kept staring at the shrimp fun picture, and the pen in his right hand did not move.

Gao Zhenxing didn't dare to come out, Fan Wenqing had the heart to speak, but he looked at Gao Zhenxing on the side and closed his already open mouth.

If Tang Yin made his own mistake and didn't say it, the people of the Gao family could only complain about Tang Yin.

If he opened his mouth and affected Tang Yin's state, Gao Zhenxing would probably hate him together, which he never wanted to see.

Sou!

Waiting and waiting, Gao Zhenxing and Fan Wenqing once wondered if Tang Yin had retreated?

Watching it all the time, are you not sure and dare not make a move?

Just when they were suspicious, Tang Yin moved, waved a stroke, and before the two of them could see clearly, they had already begun to draw.

Brush a little bit, and one of them will be painted!

In fact, there are not many lines that need to be drawn, just a few strokes, but how to draw a few strokes just right is the problem.

"So fast, is this self-abandonment?" Seeing Tang Yin's pen as fast as lightning, Fan Wenqing was suddenly a little happy.

He has also seen others make up paintings, and when they put down the pen, they are afraid that there will be mistakes, and when they put down the pen, they are careful and careful.

And when Tang Yin put down the pen, it was like a knife swinging down, without hesitation!

This kind of abnormality made Fan Wenqing think that Tang Yin had given up on himself, and he couldn't draw well anyway, so he just finished with a few strokes.

Not only Fan Wenqing thought so, but Gao Zhenxing also thought so, and he was very dissatisfied with Tang Yin in his heart.

Let the two of them think too much, there are only three places to be repaired, and the largest one is only the size of a jujube, and the painting is completed in a blink of an eye.

"Fortunately, Mr. Gao, please take a look!" Tang Yin put down the brush.

"It's over?" Gao Zhenxing didn't react yet, because before Tang Yin started writing, he hesitated for nearly a quarter of an hour, but after he started writing, he didn't stop one stroke after another, and the time spent before and after was a total of more than ten seconds, which was too fast.

"It's over!"

"Tang Yin, this is your mistake, Mr. Gao trusts you so much, entrusts you with such an important task, even if you are not sure, you can just say give up, Mr. Gao is a magnanimous person, he will never blame you, but how can you scribble indiscriminately?"

He thought that Tang Yin had given up on himself, and that his good chance for revenge had come, and he didn't even look at the painting.

Hearing Fan Wenqing's words, Gao Zhenxing's face also became gloomy.

Although he knew very well that this might be a trap for Fan Wenqing, Tang Yin could completely refuse instead of destroying him

Painting.

Young people are impulsive, so they should also distinguish the occasion, right?

"Who told you I scribbled indiscriminately?" Tang Yin asked rhetorically.

"You didn't even think carefully about it just now, what is it that is not graffiti?" Fan Wenqing said as he pointed to the painting.

But when his finger pointed to the mending place, the words in his mouth stopped abruptly, what was the situation?

Originally, he thought it was a place of graffiti, but he couldn't see a little mess, and the whole painting looked like a whole thing.

If it weren't for the fact that the ink hadn't dried, it wouldn't have been seen as a repaired painting.

Gao Zhenxing was also stunned, he thought that the painting was ruined, but it was not at all like that, and he bent down in disbelief to take a closer look.

Because his father loved to collect all kinds of paintings, he was more exposed to it, and he also had a certain appreciation for calligraphy and painting.

Soon he saw that Tang Yin's painting skills were still a certain gap with the old man Baishi, and he could see it if he looked closely.

However, the place where Tang Yin repainted and the place around the repainting are unusually harmonious, and the artistic conception is simply integrated.

From a macro point of view, this is a complete picture of shrimp, a complete painting.

It is only when you look at it microscopically, from the point of view of each stroke, that you can see the subtleties of the place and surroundings of the retouch.

Good!

Gao Zhenxing couldn't help but shout excitedly, the place that Tang Yin had drawn was far beyond Gao Zhenxing's original expectations.

It's not perfect, but it's up to his expectations!

"Mr. Tang, you are worthy of being a person with a Grandmaster Pass, and you really made an extraordinary move!" Gao Zhenxing's words of praise were overflowing.

"Mr. Gao, you have won the award, in terms of painting skills, there is still a big gap between me and Mr. Shiraishi!"

"You're so modest!"

The two complimented each other, and Fan Wenqing, who was next to him, was very harsh, his face was slightly pale, and even a trace of pain appeared.

"Revitalization?" At this moment, a man's voice came from outside the study door.

"Dad, why did you come back so early?" Gao Zhenxing's face changed, and when he turned around, an old man had already walked into the study.

As soon as he heard his name, Tang Yin knew who was coming, Gao Maocai, Gao Zhenxing's father.

When he came, Gao Zhenxing had already said that he wanted to surprise his father, so he deliberately took advantage of Gao Maocai to go out to visit friends, and asked Tang Yin to make up the painting.

"What are you doing here?" Seeing the familiar shrimp fun picture on the table, and looking at the pen and ink, Gao Maocai's face suddenly changed.

"Dad, I wanted to surprise you, and I specially asked Mr. Gao to help you repaint!" Gao Zhenxing said with a smile.

Now that the painting has been repaired, the effect has exceeded his expectations, and he believes that his father will be very surprised when he sees it.

"Nonsense, the artistic conception of the old man Baishi's painting is profound, looking at our Longmen, there is no one who can make up the painting. Gao Maocai's face became gloomy.

"Old Fan, why are you messing around?" Then Gao Mao turned his head and looked at Fan Wenqing, whose face was pale.

Obviously, the two of them have known each other for a long time, and they are very familiar with each other, otherwise Gao Maocai and Fan Wenqing would definitely not be so casual.

"I ......" Fan Wenqing opened his mouth and didn't speak, his face became more gloomy, and the painful look on his face became more obvious.

He now fully understands the feeling of lifting a stone to hit his own foot, his foot is very painful, but he is injured by himself and cannot cry out for pain.

"Dad, don't worry, you can take a look at the repaired painting first!" Gao Zhenxing was not in a hurry at all.

"A pair of you

What's so beautiful about the pictures we destroyed?" Gao Maocai said, and couldn't help but look at the shrimp fun picture on the table.

After all, it has been collected by him for many years, and it is one of the few collections he attaches the most importance to, and he is very concerned about it.

Hey?

As soon as he cast his gaze, he couldn't take his eyes off.

How is it a good picture of shrimp?

Could it be that the son bought a fresh shrimp picture again in order to please him?

Gao Mao bent down to take a closer look, and soon found that there were three places where the ink had not yet dried, which were the original defects.

If you look closely, you can also see that the lines of the painting are slightly different from the surrounding lines, which are clearly the hands of two people.

I just made up the drawing!

Although there are subtle differences in the lines, from the overall point of view, they just blend together to reproduce the interesting artistic conception of the old man Shiraishi.

After confirming it repeatedly, Gao Mao straightened up and looked at Tang Yin.

Fan Wenqing has a few brushes that he knows too well, and he has no ability to make up the painting at all, and if Fan Wenqing does it, it will only ruin his painting.

Before he entered the study, there were only three people in the room.

Fan Wenqing's ability is insufficient, and his son doesn't know how to draw, so he can only do it by the tall Tang Yin.

"Young man, can you ask your name?" Gao Maocai looked more polite.

"Tang Yin!"

"Tang Yin, why does this name sound a little familiar?" As soon as he heard Tang Yin's name, Gao Mao showed a look of reminiscence.

"Dad, Grandmaster Pass!"

"It turns out that you are Tang Yin, it's really good, I've been out of town tonight, and when I came back to Longmen, I heard your name, I always wanted to meet you but didn't have the opportunity, I didn't expect to see you today, and sure enough, a talent ......" Gao Maocai suddenly laughed.

Now, there is no blame at all, but a smile on his face.

Boom!

At this moment, they suddenly heard the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground, and the three of them turned their heads to see that Fan Wenqing was lying on the ground.

"Old Fan, old Fan, what's wrong with you?" the three of them couldn't see it, how did they lie down on the ground well?

Looking at Fan Wenqing's face again, his face was blue and his teeth were clenched, he was clearly sick, and now he was a little unconscious, but his eyes were staring at Tang Yin.

"Lao Fan has a heart attack, but it has been well controlled, at least he hasn't had a heart attack for more than a year, how could he suddenly get sick?" Looking at Fan Wenqing's appearance, Gao Maocai was very puzzled while asking people to call an ambulance.

Tang Yin and Gao Zhenxing glanced at each other, with a look of understanding in their eyes.

Why is it on?

It's!

Fan Wenqing recommended Tang Yin to make up the painting, the original intention was not for Tang Yin's good, nor for the Gao family's good, it was just a trap to kill people with a knife, so that he would offend the Gao family because of this, and add a little blockage to the road of future development, but he didn't expect that the development of things would get out of control, and Tang Yin really made up the painting.

Whether it is Gao Maocai or Gao Zhenxing, they all showed an appreciative look at Tang Yin, and even made a deliberate move to teach well.

This kind of ending is diametrically opposed to Fan Wenqing's ending, of course he will be angry.

If he is an ordinary person in good health, it will not be much of a problem to regenerate anger.

The key is that he has a heart attack, and when he sulks, he suddenly becomes ill.

"Old Fan, don't worry, I've already made up for the painting, thank you for giving me the opportunity!" Seeing that after taking the medicine he carried with him, Fan Wenqing's symptoms were reduced, Tang Yin squatted down very 'kindly' and deliberately 'comforted' Fan Wenqing loudly.

Woo!

Fan Wenqing rolled his eyes, it was more serious than the situation just now.