Mu Bingxue took out his mobile phone and looked at it, and found that it was a text message.

Mu Bingxue clicked on the text message, and Dai's eyebrows immediately frowned.

"Yang Fan, I'm afraid we won't be able to have lunch today. Mu Bingxue smiled awkwardly, shook her head helplessly, and said, "Yang Fan, our Chinese Painting Association in Yanjing City is going to hold a ranking of Chinese painting masters. ”

"I just received a text message asking me to go back to the headquarters of the Yanjing Chinese Painting Association immediately. ”

Mu Bingxue has loved Chinese painting since he was a child, and he is also quite accomplished in Chinese painting, and joined the Yanjing Chinese Painting Association at the age of thirteen.

Mu Bingxue glanced at Yang Fan apologetically, and continued: "Yang Fan, can I ask you for something?"

"Say it. Yang Fan said calmly.

"Can you please come with me?" Mu Bingxue gritted her teeth and said, "I mean, let you pretend to be my boyfriend and accompany me over to participate in the Yanjing City Chinese Painting Master Ranking." ”

Mu Bingxue lowered her head, glanced at Yang Fan secretly, and continued: "Yang Fan, please, at the headquarters of the Yanjing Chinese Painting Association, there is a person I hate very much. ”

"He's been stalking me, and I want to bring you over and make him completely dead. ”

Obviously, Mu Bingxue had been tortured enough by the "nasty person" in his mouth, otherwise, Mu Bingxue would not have been able to suddenly ask Yang Fan to pretend to be her boyfriend.

"Okay. Yang Fan sighed secretly, but still agreed, in the previous life, Mu Bingxue died for Yang Fan's life and death, in this life, Yang Fan pretended to be Mu Bingxue's boyfriend, so what's the matter.

"Haha! Yang Fan, thank you!" Mu Bingxue put her hands behind her back and smiled and bent her eyes, the sun shining on her pretty face, which made people lose their minds.

Yang Fan shook his head, only then came back to his senses, and then, Yang Fan took a taxi, and then rushed towards the Yanjing Chinese Painting Association with Mu Bingxue.

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Yanjing City, in the center of the city, an ancient building with a Chinese style stands in the middle.

The old building is made of solid wood, and there are all kinds of strange graffiti around it.

On top of this building, there are seven big characters clearly written "Yanjing Chinese Painting Association".

"It's here. Yang Fan stood under the headquarters of the Yanjing Chinese Painting Association, looked up, and then walked in with Mu Bingxue.

As soon as Yang Fan walked into the hall, large pieces of Chinese paintings on the walls were constantly presented.

The noisy crowd is constantly shuttling through the hall, either holding a pen to paint, or sorcering the masterpieces hanging on the walls with their hands behind their backs.

"Yang Fan, President Tu and President Zhang haven't come yet, let's sit here and wait. With that, Mu Bingxue pulled Yang Fan, found a corner and sat down.

"Okay! Wang Song's Chinese painting has improved again!"

"Hehe, Lao Li, aren't you talking nonsense, don't you look at Wang Song's teacher, Wang Song's teacher is Zhang Youguo, the president of our Yanjing Chinese Painting Association!"

……

As soon as Yang Fan sat down, a mocking voice came from his ears.

Yang Fan frowned slightly, looked back, and found that a middle-aged man wearing a plaid shirt, floor-sweeping trousers, and rimless glasses was surrounded by more than 30 people in the center.

"It's done!" The middle-aged man straightened up and took a closer look at the work in front of him, and then put down the brush in his hand.

"Wonderful! Wonderful! Wang Song's work can definitely sweep today's Yanjing City Chinese Painting Master Rankings!" The crowd looked at the middle-aged man's Chinese painting works with a smile, nodded again and again, and was full of praise.

"Wang Song! I'll pay 10 million to buy your work!" This time, not only the Yanjing Chinese Painting Association but also some wealthy businessmen who like Chinese painting are coming to participate in the Yanjing City Chinese Painting Master Ranking.

These wealthy businessmen came to buy the works on the list, and the works that ranked first every year were the objects of frenzied competition by these rich businessmen.

For several years in a row, the Chinese paintings that ranked first were finally auctioned at a sky-high price of at least 500 million.

"Wang Song, I'll give you 50 million! I want this work of yours!" Soon, someone spoke again, wanting to buy Wang Song's work.

"I'll give 100 million!"

In a blink of an eye, Wang Song's work was hyped to a sky-high price of 100 million.

However, in the crowd, Wang Song pushed the rimless glasses on the bridge of his nose, shook his head and said, "I'm sorry, this work is what I used to participate in the Yanjing City Chinese Painting Master Ranking, and it will not be sold for the time being." ”

Wang Song knows very well in his heart that as long as his work can be on the list, his worth will inevitably double, and it will be more than 100 million by then.

The wealthy businessmen around are all old fritters, so they naturally know Wang Song's thoughts.

However, since Wang Song refused to sell, they had no choice.

"Don't worry, as soon as the Yanjing is the end of the Guohua master ranking, my painting will be sold immediately. "Wang Song's ranking in recent years has been quite good.

In the past three years, Wang Song has been ranked sixth among the masters of Chinese painting in Yanjing City with his three works, "Sunset and Long River", and "Lonely Boat Smoke and Rain".

Even some of the older generation of characters have been surpassed by Wang Song.

This year, Wang Song is confident that he will go one step further and even break into the top five!

As long as Wang Song's ranking improves, his works will naturally rise and his value will double.

Wang Song shook his head, no longer thinking about it, but walked out of the crowd with his hands behind his back and looked at other people's Chinese paintings.

"Wang ...... Mr. Wang, you ...... What do you think of my work?" On the side, a thin man with short hair saw that Wang Song was actually looking at his work, and the thin man immediately trembled, and his heart became nervous.

"Okay, you can reduce the intensity by three points when you try to paint. Wang Song put his hands behind his back and casually pointed at the thin man.

The thin man immediately did so, and a look of surprise quickly appeared on his face.

"Teacher Wang, the method you said really works! My stream is obviously much better than just now!" The thin man's heart shook violently, and he immediately bowed to Wang Song and thanked him.

However, Wang Song only smiled indifferently, and then looked at the Chinese paintings of several people around him, and occasionally pointed out his fingers.

The person who was instructed was the same as the thin man, and thanked him again and again, and thanked Wang Song for his gratitude.

"Wang Song's Chinese painting quality has improved again, it seems that Wang Song should be able to get a good ranking this year. Around, the rest of the members of the Chinese Painting Association talked about it and looked at them with reverence.

Wang Song walked in the crowd, and naturally enjoyed the feeling of being complimented and worshiped by the crowd.

However, at this time, Wang Song's feet paused slightly, and his eyes were fixed on a corner of the hall.

"Ice and snow. Wang Song looked at Mu Bingxue who was sitting in the corner, his heart was not happy, and a smile appeared on his face.

However, when Wang Song saw Yang Fan beside Mu Bingxue, the smile on his face gradually solidified, and his whole face slowly became gloomy.