"I know. It doesn't matter if the painting is worth so much money or not. Importantly, this was painted by Chen Yuanzhi. So, there are idiots who take the money, crying and begging for it. ”

"With the power of the Chen family, you can casually refer to the deer as a horse and reverse black and white. ”

"However, since you want to talk to me about power, then I will also talk to you about it. Since this painting is so valuable, then I bought it. Money, you go to Mr. Ye to ask for it, I want to take a look, just rely on the Chen family, dare to offer 10 million in front of Mr. Ye!"

After Qin Hao finished speaking, the audience was silent. Qin Hao is Mr. Ye's person, this cannot be changed, they naturally can't help Qin Hao in the slightest.

Just when everyone was quiet, He Fangtian frowned, and said with a displeased face: "Hehe, Qin Hao, you are really majestic. I don't know how Mr. Night would react if he saw you pulling his name and going around making a threat. ”

Her words seem to be simple, but her intentions are very vicious. Everyone thought that Qin Hao was just a dog of Mr. Night. So carrying Mr. Night out, how can you deter him.

What's more, through Qin Hao's reaction, his status with Mr. Ye will naturally be able to figure it out.

However, to He Fangtian's disappointment, Qin Hao heard this, a strange smile rose on his face, and he didn't react at all.

Seeing such a result, He Fang's heart sank, it seems that this Qin Hao seems to be very trusted by Mr. Ye. She frowned and continued, "Since you were talking about these paintings just now, it seems that your attainments in painting are definitely not low. In this case, there is no basis for that, so it is better to draw a picture for everyone on the spot, and let us have a good look at your masterpiece!"

Her tone was sarcastic, and everyone present laughed and agreed.

"Hehe, that's it, don't just be blind BB, you can do it, let us open our eyes too!"

"Come, Mr. Qin, draw one for us!"

Qin Hao looked at everyone coaxing, smiled coldly, and then said loudly: "Okay, pen and ink are waiting!"

Open your dog's eyes wide, let me show you today, what is freehand ink!

When the person in charge of the venue heard this, he immediately asked the staff under him to prepare, and in a few minutes, a painting table, a volume of raw propaganda, a pen holder, and a paperweight inkstone were all ready.

Qin Hao stretched out his hand and touched the rice paper first, then put it under his nose and sniffed it, and then nodded with satisfaction and moved the pen.

The paper is the best Huizhou Shengxuan, he gently spreads it, grinds the pen, and does it in one go.

The onlookers started first, still with a look of disdain, but seeing Qin Hao's series of preparation processes swaying freely, there was a mysterious charm in every move. For a moment, the contempt on everyone's faces converged, and everyone looked expectant.

Qin Hao breathed a sigh of relief gently, and then the whole person instantly entered the state, took out two Zihao centers from the pen stand, dipped them in thick ink, one in each hand, and even directly opened the bow left and right, and swayed it on the paper.

What!?Paint with both hands at the same time?

The person in charge of the venue with gold wire glasses suddenly grew his mouth in shock, and he couldn't say a word. The others were no better, and their jaws dropped in shock.

Qin Hao didn't pay any attention to the stunned appearance of everyone, his two hands jumped lightly on the drawing paper like flowing water. The slender fingers control the pen strongly, and the wrists are turned and closed, calm and handsome.

Lin Yuhan looked at Qin Hao's intently painting stupidly, and for a while, his entire heart was occupied by the figure in front of him. Her eyes were misty, and she seemed to have lost even the ability to think.

On the painting paper, the pure black ink is constantly changing shades under Qin Hao's pen tip, and the color of traditional Chinese painting is only black and white. The change of ink color is all seen as the artist's technique and strength.

As soon as Qin Hao made a move, he had the charm of a first-class master. What's even more terrifying is that he paints with two hands at the same time!

At this time, Qin Hao was like thinking of two brains, and the completely different contents were constantly drawn from his two hands. The perfect fit of the two hands is like the interweaving of black and white on a piece of paper.

Black and white, yin and yang.

The simplest and purest things are often the most extreme origin of this world.

Qin Hao's hands swayed, and a unique, Taoist breath flowed from his fingertips and wrists to different shades of ink, and then stayed on the rice paper, and finally blurred a trace of agility.

In his paintings, the majestic and vast mountain peaks wind and fall, and at the end of the mountains, the endless fields are represented by large blank spaces with only a few ink strokes.

The river flows from the bottom of the mountain into the vast expanse of the land, and finally disappears beyond the horizon.

With a resignation, Qin Hao threw his hand, and the two Zihao centers hung steadily on the pen stand. The residual ink on the tip of the pen gently threw out an ink mark on the scroll, and then under the good ink absorption of Shengxuan, it was just right to faint into a trace of ethereal clouds.

Everyone was intoxicated by Qin Hao's paintings, and at this moment, even the content of his paintings didn't matter, because the whole process of Qin Hao's painting was the most perfect art.

The person in charge of the venue with gold-wire glasses looked at Qin Hao's handwriting with fascination, sighed with satisfaction, and then set his eyes on the painting.

Dignified and upright, Haoran means!

An indescribable realm and bearing instantly occupied his heart. There are furrows in his chest, and everywhere he goes, there are mountains and rivers! This painting made him completely impressed by Qin Hao's body.

His voice trembled a little and asked Qin Hao: "This, dare to ask sir, what is the name of this painting?"

Qin Hao rubbed his wrist gently, and then said lightly: "This is one-tenth of the volume of "A Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains". ”

"Thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, thousands of miles...... Landscape. Okay, good name!"

"I have only now comprehended the talent of my husband. ”

The person in charge had a bitter smile on his face, but then his expression was full of fire when he looked at the painting.

The expressions of the others were also amazed, and the atmosphere in the room suddenly became quiet.

Although they really wanted to help Chen Yuanzhi talk and hit this Qin Hao. But the heavy reality is in front of them, and it's really hard for them to talk nonsense with their eyes open.

Although few of the people present knew how to draw, the reason why art is called art is because it conveys common human emotions.

No matter how reluctant they are to admit it, they have to say that compared with Qin Hao's picture of thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, Chen Yuanzhi's paintings are really a piece of shit.

Qin Hao looked at the embarrassed expressions on their faces one by one, then glanced at the person in charge of the art exhibition, and then said, "How about it, this painting, the one used to compensate me for tearing up, should be enough, right?"