"What's the news? What does he want to do?"

"Hear what he has to say?"

"If we want to be rude to Master Luo, we won't agree!"

……

Countless guests whispered.

"Don't look at Luo Yang just sold two self-righteous paintings! However, what I want to tell you is that in fact, I still have a shocking masterpiece that I haven't taken out!"

"Now for the success of my son's art exhibition, I have decided to take out this masterpiece and contribute it to everyone!"

After listening to Zhu Yongsong's words, many people began to ask again.

"What kind of painting, is it good to have Master Luo?"

"That's right, there's no painting that can compare to Master Luo, right?

"I don't believe it either, I don't know what trick he wants to play!"

……

"I know you don't believe it! However, I might as well reveal to you that my painting is a work that has participated in the full-painting painting and calligraphy competition and won the gold medal!"

As soon as this statement came out, the audience was shocked!

National Calligraphy and Painting Competition?

Gold Award Works?

How awesome does this have to be?

If that's the case, then this painting is definitely a top masterpiece.

You must know that in the national calligraphy and painting competition, there are many works to participate, and the works that can win the gold medal in the national calligraphy and painting competition are equivalent to the only one in ten thousand!

"Father, you have such a good painting, why don't you take it out early, let us open our eyes, and save some self-righteous guys from showing off their power here!"

When Zhu Kang heard this, an expression of surprise immediately appeared on his face, and he hurriedly said to his father.

"Yes, Brother Zhu, I'll just say, as an important member of the National Calligraphy and Painting Association, you definitely have reservations, and only now are you willing to contribute your most proud works!"

Xu Yingfeng was slightly shocked, and his performance immediately turned from sadness to joy.

"Brother Zhu, what kind of masterpiece is it, don't sell it, take it out quickly!"

Ma Yi seemed impatient.

"Okay, everyone, wait a minute. ”

After Zhu Yongsong finished speaking, he turned around and walked out of the No. 5 exhibition hall.

After a while, he returned with a hardcover box in hand.

It turned out that this was his real treasure painting. ”

"It's not that the baby painting won't be so careful. ”

"It seems that Mr. Zhu has indeed taken out the good painting at the bottom of the box this time!"

Everyone was shocked, and their eyes were glued to the treasure chest in his hand.

"It seems that this guy really has a good painting left behind!"

When Xie Lao, Tang Lao and others saw it, they all looked shocked and looked at Zhu Yongsong's movements in surprise.

"It's so well loaded, I don't know what's in it. ”

Luo Yang glanced at it and pouted.

"Teacher Zhu, quickly open the box, let's see, what kind of painting is yours?"

Under the excited anticipation of the guests, Zhu Yongsong slowly opened the box.

A scroll was pulled out of it.

Carefully opened the reel.

I saw a Chinese painting, showing in front of everyone.

The name of this painting is "Leisurely Seeing Nanshan", which depicts an old man sitting comfortably in front of a simple farmhouse at the foot of a large mountain, admiring the beautiful natural landscape.

The whole painting is wonderful, the farmhouse is smoking, and it is a good painting of pastoral scenery.

"Wow, it's a good painting, it's a great work! When I saw your painting, I really knew that there were still people in the world who could paint so well! It's really admirable!"

Xu Yingfeng stared at the painting tightly, looked at it for a long time, and then raised his head for a while, his face full of excitement and admiration.

If Xu Yingfeng was somewhat flattering when he admired other paintings in the exhibition before, but now in the face of this painting, he is sincerely amazed.

This painting was indeed one of the best of all the paintings he had ever seen! Except, of course, Luo Yang's paintings!

No matter how good Luo Yang's painting is, with Zhu Yongsong here, it is impossible for him to appreciate half a sentence, this is human nature. He was afraid of offending Zhu Yongsong!

"Yes, Brother Zhu, you are not kind, putting such a good painting at the end simply surprised me! This painting is a masterpiece in terms of artistic conception, composition, and details! It is worthy of being a gold medal work, which is rare in the world!"

Ma Yi also let out heartfelt exclamations again and again, with little stars flashing in his eyes.

"This is really a peerless painting! Father, you painted it, why didn't you take it out earlier?"

Zhu Kang looked at the painting in front of him for a long time, and then asked his father unwillingly.

If my father had taken out the good painting earlier, he and the others would not have lost to Luo Yang and lost such a big face.

"Teacher Zhu, of course your father has his considerations, first let some self-righteous guys get scared for a while, and then take out the good things and slap him in the face. ”

Ma Yi said to Zhu Kang, and the frustration on his face was swept away.

Zhu Kang's father and son were able to win against Luo Yang in painting again, and she was naturally happy.

"It turns out that he still has a back move!"

When Fang Shishi, Tang Yuyan and the others saw it, they all had shocked expressions on their faces, and at the same time couldn't help but look at Luo Yang with sympathy.

Especially Tang Yuyan, she was a little worried about Luo Yang.

Obviously, Zhu Yongsong did this in order to suppress Luo Yang and take a breath, and now that Zhu Yongsong has come up with an unprecedentedly good painting, she is worried that Luo Yang will be disgraced because he can't compare to the other party.

The guests, including Yang Lao, Li Lao, Xu Jiaying, etc., who know how to paint and those who don't know how to paint, squeezed over one after another to appreciate this painting.

Those who know how to draw stare at this painting with burning eyes, admiring it and exclaiming at the same time.

"It's a good painting, indeed! In my opinion, this painting is not much worse than the paintings of Master Zhiluo!"

"Hehe, the painting is good, but if you want me to see it, it's still a little bit worse than Master Luo!"

"Don't argue, Master Luo is Luo Da, Master Zhu is Master Zhu, why do you have to compare the high, according to me, as long as you draw well!"

"yes, I think it's a masterpiece!"

"Of course, the works that have won the national gold medal, do you think they can be bad?"

……

Listening to everyone's praise, the expressions on the faces of Zhu Yongsong and his son looked much better.

In particular, Zhu Yongsong, as if the rain had passed and the sky was clear, swept away the depressed, sad, and resentful expression just now, and replaced it with an excited, proud, and arrogant expression.

His eyes swept over Luo Yang, his head was high, and he said:

"Boy, as soon as Lao Tzu's painting comes out, you will know what a really good painting is!

After speaking, he stretched out his little finger disdainfully and moved towards Luo Yang, looking arrogant and unstoppable.

Luo Yang glanced at him and didn't answer.

For these villains, he was in no mood to pay attention to them at all.

"You ......"

Next to him, Xie Lao couldn't look at it, he pointed at Zhu Yongsong, and his body trembled slightly with anger.