In the hall, the crowd sighed and became dissatisfied, what is Mu Bingxue's "Hundred Flowers", everyone can see, this work, even if it doesn't get the first, it won't be ranked fifth.

However, Zhang Youguo ignored the crowd at all, and announced all the rankings with a calm expression.

After doing all this, Zhang Youguo sat back in his chair calmly.

In the corner, Mu Bingxue is pink fists clenched, frowning, Mu Bingxue has studied Chinese painting since he was a child, how could Mu Bingxue not see the quality of Chinese painting?

It can be said that this "Hundred Flowers" is a work of Mu Bingxue to break through himself, if Mu Bingxue is allowed to repaint, Mu Bingxue will definitely not be able to paint so well.

Mu Bingxue originally thought that with this "Hundred Flowers Map", she would be able to enter the top three and even win the first place, but Mu Bingxue never expected that in the end, her ranking fell to the fifth place.

"President Zhang, I want to know what the problem is with this work of mine?" Mu Bingxue clenched his fists, clenched his teeth, stepped out, and asked directly.

Directly above, Zhang Youguo frowned, and he didn't answer directly, and said directly: "You are still too young, and many details are not very properly grasped. ”

Rumble!

As soon as Zhang Youguo's voice sounded, the scene was full of commotion again, Mu Bingxue's age was indeed a little younger, but Mu Bingxue's grasp of the details was very appropriate, and there was no deficiency at all.

The shortcomings that Zhang Youguo said are simply nothing.

However, due to Zhang Youguo's status, the crowd did not dare to say much, so they could only keep their mouths shut obediently.

"This pair of "Hundred Flowers" of Bing Xue is exactly the details, why is it inappropriate to say that the details?" At this time, the corners of Yang Fan's mouth squirmed, and he said calmly.

Zhang Youguo's face was slightly gloomy, he looked up, his eyes swept over Yang Fan, and he said coldly: "Are you questioning my professional level?"

"Wrong is wrong, why bother with reasoning?" Yang Fan spoke again, lukewarmly.

However, Zhang Youguo twitched the corners of his mouth, slapped the table, and suddenly got up.

Zhang Youguo frightened the people around him at this time.

The people around trembled, and looked at Zhang Youguo with jealousy, they hadn't seen Zhang Youguo so angry for a long time.

"Boy, I said that her works are not good enough!" Zhang Youguo walked in front of Yang Fan with his hands behind his back, and walked in front of Yang Fan angrily, and said in a deep voice: "Do you know Chinese painting? What qualifications do you have to question my professional judgment?!"

"Whether the ice and snow painting is good or not, everyone can see, it's not a question of whether you say it's not good. Yang Fan's voice rose a few points, and his momentum also rose.

However, Zhang Youguo was so angry that his face turned red, his face twitched, and he said in a trembling voice: "Okay, very good! You said that Mu Bingxue's work is good, right?"

Zhang Youguo walked straight to Mu Bingxue's work with his hands behind his back, stretched out his hand and pulled Mu Bingxue's work, and tore Mu Bingxue's work to pieces in front of the crowd.

"Now I'll tell you, Mu Bingxue's works are garbage! Worthless!" Zhang Youguo threw the shredded paper in his hand into the air and spilled it throughout the hall.

There was a dead silence in the audience, and there was silence.

The crowd never expected that Zhang Youguo would tear up Mu Bingxue's works in front of everyone.

This is not only disrespectful to Mu Bingxue, but also a humiliation to Mu Bingxue!

"President Zhang, this is a bit too much. The crowd looked at Zhang Youguo and couldn't help but shake their heads and sigh.

Around, the rest of the wealthy businessmen were clenched their fists, very sad, they were already ready to wait for the end of the ranking to buy Mu Bingxue's works, but they never expected that Zhang Youguo would suddenly tear Mu Bingxue's works apart!

"Why...... Why do you want to tear up my work?" Mu Bingxue clenched his fists tightly, and his beautiful eyes were filled with tears.

However, Zhang Youguo snorted coldly and said in a deep voice: "If you don't paint well, you should tear it up! If you paint better than me one day, you can also tear up my work!"

"Of course, if some people present are not convinced, do you think you can paint better than me Zhang Youguo, and you can also tear my works for me!" Zhang Youguo put his hands behind his back, held his head high, and looked at the crowd with his nostrils.

Although Zhang Youguo is a little arrogant, his works are really good, and in the crowd present, except for Tu Zhiqiang, there is really no one who is Zhang Youguo's opponent.

However, even if Tu Zhiqiang paints better than Zhang Youguo, it is impossible for Tu Zhiqiang to tear up Zhang Youguo's works.

In the crowd, Mu Bingxue's eyes were full of tears, she picked up a pen and paper, endured the unwillingness in her heart, and drew again.

"Ice and snow, the strength of the wrist has weakened a little more. Yang Fan stood aside and said casually.

Yang Fan didn't directly deal with Zhang Youguo, after all, this is the headquarters of the Yanjing Chinese Painting Association, and Yang Fan didn't want to cause too much commotion.

Yang Fan hoped that Mu Bingxue could rely on her own strength to completely defeat Zhang Youguo.

"Ice and snow, the tip of the pen is tilted for a minute. Yang Fan looked at Mu Bingxue and kept talking, Mu Bingxue was stunned, and still drew according to what Yang Fan said.

Mu Bingxue found that the method Yang Fan said was very effective, and after she did what Yang Fan said, the whole person's emotions and strength were better than before.

However, Zhang Youguo put his hands behind his back, shook his head and sneered: "Hehe, it's ridiculous for a layman to teach an insider to paint." ”

Zhang Youguo looked at Yang Fan teasingly, only thinking that Yang Fan was a layman in Chinese painting.

Zhang Youguo shook his head, then returned to the top, and said loudly: "Okay, everyone is ready to prepare, Lin Lao will come over later." ”

"Lao Zhang, did you invite Lin Lao over?" On the side, Tu Zhiqiang frowned and asked in a deep voice.

Zhang Youguo nodded and said: "Lao Tu, we haven't talked for a long time, just take this opportunity, I invited Lin Lao over, and we each came up with the most proud work, let Lin Lao see whose work is better." ”

Zhang Youguo's meaning is very simple, he just wants to take today's opportunity to share the high and low with Tu Dazhi.

Tu Dazhi frowned, but still nodded.

However, the crowd trembled suddenly, and hurriedly said, "Old Lin...... Could it be Mr. Lin Dashan!"

The eyes of the crowd were round, their faces were full of horror, and in the impression of the crowd, the only "Lin Lao" who could make Zhang Youguo and Tu Zhiqiang so in awe was Lin Dashan, the former president of the Yanjing Chinese Painting Association.

"Lin Lao has arrived!" At this time, a deep voice suddenly came from the hall.

The crowd looked back, only to find that an old man with a thin body and old spots, slumped in a wheelchair with dull eyes, was pushed in from outside the hall.