"Peony Picture" is Lin Dashan's work in his later years, Zhang Youguo and Tu Zhiqiang remember it clearly, the original "Peony Picture" was auctioned at a sky-high price of 300 million in the Ultra Auction House in the United States!

Of course, it's 300 million meters of gold.

And the "Hundred Flowers" just painted by Mu Bingxue actually made Zhang Youguo and Tu Zhiqiang find a trace of the feeling of watching "Peony" at the beginning.

Even, this "Hundred Flowers" is better than "Peony"!

"Wonderful! Wonderful! This "Hundred Flowers" is even better than the "Hundred Flowers" that was torn off by Zhang Youguo before!"

"Mu Bingxue is so young, he can already paint such a masterpiece, it's amazing!"

"Have you forgotten that it was that young man who was instructing Mu Bingxue to paint just now. ”

……

On the side, the crowd was discussing, and the eyes that looked at "Hundred Flowers" were full of love.

Soon, the crowd turned around and looked at Yang Fan.

The crowd remembered clearly, Yang Fan had been beside him just now, guiding Mu Bingxue to paint!

It can be said that Mu Bingxue's "Hundred Flowers Picture" can make such great progress, and Yang Fan must be indispensable!

Thinking of this, the crowd's gaze at Yang Fan became more complicated, Yang Fan was able to guide Mu Bingxue to paint such a masterpiece, so how far did Yang Fan's Chinese painting water products reach?

On the side, Zhang Youguo and Tu Zhiqiang's faces were also a little more solemn, and they only now understood that Yang Fan was probably not as simple as they thought.

"Year...... Youngster...... Good...... Attaboy. At this time, Lin Dashan, who was in a wheelchair, tried his best, stretched out a hand with difficulty, and gave a thumbs up to Mu Bingxue and Yang Fan.

"Old Lin, don't move, twist your body carefully. Seeing this, Zhang Youguo hurriedly squatted down and carefully supported Lin Dashan's arm, so that Lin Dashan's arm fell smoothly.

However, Lin Dashan squinted his eyes and looked at Zhang Youguo directly, which made Zhang Youguo's heart tremble.

Lin ...... Lin Lao, I'm ...... Is there something on my face?" Zhang Youguo touched his face and asked suspiciously.

The corners of Lin Dashan's mouth squirmed, and then he whispered, "You...... You just tore up a picture of a hundred flowers?"

Hearing this, Zhang Youguo trembled, his head broke out in cold sweat, and he gritted his teeth and nodded.

"Is that little girl's painting of "Hundred Flowers"?" Lin Dashan asked again.

Zhang Youguo didn't dare to hide it, and still nodded.

After all, everyone present saw this matter, even if Zhang Youguo quibbled, it was useless.

"Why did you tear up her "Hundred Flowers"?" Lin Dashan kept asking.

This made Zhang Youguo a little embarrassed.

It is impossible for Zhang Youguo to say that he forcibly tore up Mu Bingxue's "Hundred Flowers" by virtue of his high status and old qualifications.

Zhang Youguo didn't dare to speak, but the crowd said gossipingly: "Zhang Youguo said just now that he paints better than Mu Bingxue, so you can tear up Mu Bingxue's works casually." ”

Zhang Youguo also said that as long as someone paints better than him, he can also tear up his works casually. ”

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The crowd was outspoken and told everything.

In the wheelchair, Lin Dashan's expressionless face twitched slightly, and his cloudy eyes almost erupted with fire.

Lin Dashan opened his mouth and said, "Bastard!

Lin Dashan turned his neck stiffly, looked at Zhang Youguo with his eyes, and said in a deep voice: "Zhang Youguo, go and bring me your work!"

Zhang Youguo trembled, with a bad premonition in his heart, but Zhang Youguo still gritted his teeth and stood up, took his "Lonely Boat on the Sea", and put it in Lin Lao's arms.

Lin Lao stretched out his hands with difficulty, held the "Lonely Boat on the Sea" and gently pulled it, tearing the "Lonely Boat on the Sea" in half.

Lin Lao kept saying while tearing it: "Zhang Youguo, I paint better than you, I tear your paintings, do you have any opinions?!"

"No comment!" Zhang Youguo clenched his teeth, clenched his fists, and his voice almost squeezed out from between his teeth.

Zhang Youguo, as the president of the Yanjing Chinese Painting Association, each of his works is sky-high and sought after by the world, and he has been torn up in front of others.

This is a great insult to Zhang Youguo!

However, the person who tore the painting was Lin Dashan, and Zhang Youguo didn't dare to say more, so he could only swallow this breath into his stomach.

"Zhang Youguo, let me tell you, not only can I tear your paintings here, but those two young people are also qualified to tear your paintings!" As he spoke, Lin Dashan set his eyes on Yang Fan and Mu Bingxue.

Zhang Youguo gritted his teeth and nodded, and didn't say much.

Brush!

Lin Dashan tried his best to tear Zhang Youguo's "Lonely Boat on the Sea" to pieces.

Then, Lin Dashan threw it hard, directly threw all the pieces on Zhang Youguo's face, and angrily reprimanded: "Zhang Youguo, what you paint is garbage! Don't think you are amazing!"

Rumble!

Although Lin Dashan's voice was not loud, it exploded in the ears of the crowd like thunder.

The crowd shook their heads and sighed secretly, sighing, in the entire Huaguo, I am afraid that only Lin Dashan dares to talk to Zhang Youguo like this.

"Young man, you guys are great. The corners of Lin Dashan's mouth raised, and he smiled with difficulty, and then turned around and said to several middle-aged men behind him, "Let's go." ”

Several men nodded, pushing Lin Dashan and preparing to leave the hall, but at this moment, a rapid phone rang in the hall.

"Hey. Zhang Youguo took out his mobile phone and connected the phone.

"What?!Shenmu Fangtian is here?!" Zhang Youguo's pupils trembled, the cold sweat on his head flowed, and he hurriedly said, "Okay, I know." ”

After speaking, Zhang Youguo hung up the phone, took a deep breath, walked quickly in front of Lin Dashan, and whispered: "Old Lin, Shenmu Fangtian has come to Huaguo again." ”

Hearing this, Lin Lao's white eyebrows trembled obviously, his head turned stiffly, and he said in a deep voice, "Stop." ”

Lin Lao gave an order, and the middle-aged man behind him immediately stopped.

"Elder Lin, I received a call just now, saying that Shenmu Fangtian had rushed over to this side. Zhang Youguo smiled awkwardly and continued: "Old Lin, you also know that although Shenmu Fangtian is an island countryman, his attainments in Chinese painting are extremely high. ”

"Nowadays, in our entire Yanjing Chinese Painting Association, I'm afraid no one is his opponent. ”

In the wheelchair, Lin Lao's cloudy eyes closed slightly, and he sighed, and then said, "That's it, that's it, it's all up to fate." ”