A man in a black tuxedo stood behind twelve tables and shouted with a golden microphone in his hand:

"Thank you for coming to participate in this competition, I won't say much about gossip, this competition, each round of twelve people at the same time, half an hour round,

After three hours, the winner of each round competes for the final victory!

Which 12 painters are coming up in this first round?"

The crowd of onlookers, you look at me, I look at you, no one was the first to stand up.

After all, the pressure in the first round is too great, and no one will make an easy move until the strength level of these contestants is determined.

Su San smiled at Dye Qingqiu and said, "Mr. Dye, with your achievements in modern painting, if you play, you will definitely get a good ranking, do you want to try it?"

Ran Qingqiu shook his head and said, "I'll wait a few rounds before I play, if I come to the first round, I'm afraid it will cause pressure on others!"

There was a strong sense of confidence in his words!

However, it is also normal, among the painters of the younger generation, his strength can indeed be ranked in the top ten, and he has enough proud capital.

Su Sanben just said casually, her personality has always been peaceful, and Dye Qingqiu was unwilling, and she didn't continue to pry it anymore.

Five minutes later, the twelve people from the first round were still standing.

These 12 are all artists who are not very well into the stream, working for the 14 galleries that organize the competition.

Others can not give face to these fourteen galleries, but they must give!

After all, that's their owner!

After all, these twelve people are here to make up the number, the painting skills are really average, the painting is more than enough, and the aura is insufficient, for ordinary people can still see it, but for this group of real painting lovers, it can only be described in four words, that is, it can be seen improvised.

In charge of judging were four professors invited by 14 galleries at the Central Academy of Fine Arts.

The four of them reluctantly commented on the twelve paintings, and randomly judged a winner.

With the first round of these weak foundations, the courage of others is much stronger.

After all, no matter how bad the painting is, it will not be worse than these twelve people, and it will not be too embarrassing.

In less than a minute for the second round, the drawing table was full of people.

In order to grab the position, someone almost got into a fight.

After all, in addition to the 100,000 yuan of the final winner, the winner of each round will also receive a reward of 30,000 yuan, which is already a lot of money, and can also get honors.

The host tried his best to coordinate, and in the end only twelve people were left, and the others waited for the next round.

This time, the twelve people are more powerful, and the paintings they make are all interesting and meaningful.

The four professors also watched all kinds of praise and commenting on the witty words.

The winner of the second round was a freelance painter named Mu Yi, who was once invited to the Potala Palace to do mural restoration, and his strength was very strong.

The third round began quickly.

This time, Dye Qingqiu didn't hold back, and also followed.

He has to show it, otherwise he will always be suppressed by Chen Yang, and he will never be able to shine in front of Su San.

In the third round, there are also strong people, some have won the championship of the International Painting Competition, and some have won the top of the Youth Calligraphy and Painting Festival, all of which are a group of people with deep attainments in calligraphy and painting.

However, Dye Qingqiu's strength is really good.

He defeated the crowd and won the third round with a picture of flowers and birds on the bank of the Shenyu River.

And it was highly praised by the four professors and many onlookers.

Dye Qingqiu triumphantly returned to Su San and Chen Yang.

He smiled and said to Su San: "Sansan, what do you think of my painting?"

Su San nodded and said: "It's very good, the artistic conception is very good, but I'm not very good at appreciating calligraphy and painting, so it's better to let Mr. comment on it!"

Ran Qingqiu looked at Chen Yang again, he raised his chin high, and said proudly: "Chen Yang, please come and comment on my painting!"

Chen Yang smiled: "It's a bit impolite to comment on his paintings in front of the painter, and we don't know each other very well, so it's not good!"

Ran Qingqiu smiled: "There is nothing wrong with this, if my painting has any shortcomings, Mr. Chen will say that you and I are still very humble and can listen to any opinions!"

At this time, a bald man next to him spoke: "There is nothing wrong with Mr. Dye's painting, it is simply a perfect painting, I am fascinated!"

Others also followed: "That is, with Mr. Ran's strength, Mr. Dye will definitely win this painting competition!"

"Mr. Ran, please sign my name, you will definitely become famous in the future!"

Dye Qingqiu waved his hand and said very modestly: "Everyone, I still have a lot of shortcomings, and I still need to learn more and grow more, haha!"

Others praised Dye Qingqiu for his modesty and potential to become a master.

This commercial nonsense made Chen Yang goosebumps.

He coughed slightly and said, "Since Mr. Dye has repeatedly invited me to comment on two sentences, then I'll talk about it, your painting does have some shortcomings!"

The smile on Ran Qingqiu's face gradually faded.

The others were immediately dissatisfied: "Who are you so special, dare to say that Mr. Ran's painting has shortcomings, do you know how to paint?"

"That is, a blind person can see how good Mr. Dye's painting is, why do you say that there are deficiencies?"

"You're just grandstanding, selling fame, I despise you, phew!"

This group of people behaved as if they had been by Chen Yang, and they were filled with righteous indignation.

At this time, Dye Qingqiu said with a gloomy face: "Don't say it anymore, I want to hear Mr. Chen tell me what are the shortcomings of my painting, Mr. Chen, please say it!"

Chen Yang smiled slightly, cleared his throat and said: "First of all, your painting of "Flowers and Birds on the Bank of the Shenyu River" is still relatively level, with plump coloring, skillful skills, and vivid outlines!

However, it also has a few failures!

First, the azaleas on the painting are blooming, which should be autumn, but the painter is full of spring and the colors are too gorgeous.

This second, look at this yellow warbler, in reality, it should be red eyes, but it is painted gray!"

Eloquently, as if he was a learned Confucian.

Su San looked at Chen Yang's eyes, and little stars appeared in his eyes, and he worshiped him to the point that he couldn't do it.

Everyone else was stunned.

They took a closer look at the painting of Dye Qingqiu.

found that what Chen Yang said was indeed very reasonable, and it was impossible to refute it.

As for dying Qingqiu, his face was red into pig liver, as if he had been constipated for more than ten years, and it was ugly.

He was slapped in the face by Chen Yang again.

He had already used all his strength to paint this "Picture of Flowers and Birds on the Banks of the Shenyu River", but he didn't expect Chen Yang to see the shortcomings.

(End of chapter)