Wang Song walked towards Mu Bingxue angrily with his hands behind his back, with a calm face, while the crowd followed Wang Song respectfully, like an emperor on patrol.

"Ice and snow, who is he. Wang Song stepped forward, didn't talk nonsense, and directly pointed at Yang Fan and asked.

Mu Bingxue was slightly stunned, raised his head, and found Wang Song in front of him.

Mu Bingxue frowned, slowly stretched out her hand, grabbed Yang Fan's arm, and said, "He is my boyfriend." ”

"Mu Bingxue!No wonder you ignore me lately, I call you and send you messages, but you don't reply to me, it turns out that you have such a little white face outside!" Wang Song's face turned red, he was furious, and he trembled with anger.

Wang Song took a deep breath, forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart, looked at Yang Fan, and said in a deep voice: "Boy, get out." ”

"Boy, Mu Bingxue is the object of my pursuit, you dare to rob me of a woman?" Wang Song raised the corners of his mouth, looked at Yang Fan with a smile, and repeated again: "Get out of the way, I want to talk to Mu Bingxue alone." ”

"I'll tell you to get out! Can't you hear?!" Wang Song saw that Yang Fan was unmoved, and the anger in his heart became even worse.

On the side, the crowd was gossiping: "Young man, you better hurry up, Wang Song is someone you can't afford to mess with." ”

"Young man, here, you can't mess with anyone Wang Song. ”

……

The crowd looked at Yang Fan sympathetically and persuaded Yang Fan one after another.

The crowd knows that Wang Song has a lot of connections in Yanjing City, both black and white, and Wang Song knows some people, so few people dare to offend Wang Song in Yanjing City.

"Okay, I, Wang Song, have written down your kid!" Wang Song squinted his eyes, stared at Yang Fan with a dead gaze, gritted his teeth, and then turned to look at Mu Bingxue and said, "Bingxue, leave this kid, I can make you President Tu's disciple." ”

"Bingxue, you know, President Tu hasn't accepted a disciple for thirty years, and if he accepts another disciple, he will definitely be a closed disciple!"

The corners of Wang Song's mouth rose, with a smile, and he looked at Mu Bingxue with confidence.

President Tu, formerly known as Tu Zhiqiang, is the vice president of the Yanjing Chinese Painting Association, and his attainments in Chinese painting are quite successful.

How many people have broken their scalps and want to become Tu Zhiqiang's disciples, but they have all been rejected by Tu Zhiqiang, Wang Song has a way to make Mu Bingxue become Tu Zhiqiang's disciple, which is indeed a very tempting condition.

Moreover, the closed disciples are generally favored by the master and get the true inheritance of the master, so when Wang Song said the closed disciples, it immediately caused a sensation in the audience.

"Wang Song has a good means, he actually has the opportunity to make Mu Bingxue a closed disciple of President Tu. ”

"I really envy Mu Bingxue, as long as Mu Bingxue can become President Tu's disciple, Mu Bingxue's worth will inevitably double. ”

……

On the side, the crowd was discussing, looking at Mu Bingxue with envy, I have to say that the condition of becoming a disciple of Tu Zhiqiang is indeed very tempting for these members of the Yanjing Chinese Painting Association.

"Bing Xue, how are you thinking about it?" Wang Song put his hands behind his back, and his face looked like he was holding the chance of victory.

However, Mu Bingxue shook his head and said, "I don't need it. ”

After speaking, Mu Bingxue tightened Yang Fan's arm, and leaned in front of Yang Fan.

Seeing this, the smile on Wang Song's face gradually solidified, his whole face twitched slightly, and the anger in his heart rose out.

"Okay!Mu Bingxue!Very good!Since you want to follow this kid, then don't blame me for turning my face and being ruthless!" Wang Song's eyes were like sharp blades, slashing over Yang Fan and Mu Bingxue's bodies, and then he snorted coldly and brushed his sleeves away.

On the side, the crowd shook their heads and sighed, glanced at Yang Fan and Mu Bingxue sympathetically, and they also dispersed.

"Yang Fan, thank you. Seeing Wang Song disappear into the crowd, Mu Bingxue couldn't help but secretly breathe a sigh of relief in his heart, and looked at Yang Fan gratefully.

Yang Fan shook his head and said, "It's okay." ”

In Yang Fan's eyes, Wang Song is just an ant, and he doesn't even have the qualifications to let Yang Fan make a move.

"Hehe, you're here so early. ”

"Lao Zhang, it's not that they're early, it's our two old things who are late. At this moment, there were suddenly two hearty laughter in the hall.

Yang Fan was slightly stunned, looked back, and found that an old man with white hair and a somewhat fat body and an old man with a wrinkled face and a thin body came side by side.

"It's Zhang Youguo, the president of the Yanjing Chinese Painting Association, and Tu Zhiqiang, the vice president!" the crowd looked at the two old men and immediately exclaimed.

Wang Song bowed even more, hurriedly stepped forward, supported the fat old man with a sneer, and said, "Teacher, please come here." ”

The obese old man is naturally Wang Song's master, Zhang Youguo, and the thin old man is the vice president, Tu Zhiqiang, these two can be said to be the Taishan Beidou of Yanjing City and even the entire Huaguo Chinese painting world.

"President Zhang, President Tu, please take a seat. The crowd also hurriedly stepped forward and helped Zhang Youguo and Tu Zhiqiang to sit on the first two chairs in the hall.

Zhang Youguo and Tu Zhiqiang each picked up a cup of tea, took a sip, glanced at the crowd, and then said: "Since everyone has almost arrived, then this time, the ranking of Chinese painting masters in Yanjing City will officially begin." ”

Zhang Youguo and Tu Zhiqiang are the presidents and vice presidents of the Yanjing Chinese Painting Association, and they naturally do not participate in the ranking.

The annual ranking is jointly decided by Zhang Youguo and Tu Zhiqiang, and all members of the association are ranked.

"Let's bring out all our work. As soon as Zhang Youguo and Tu Zhiqiang spoke, the crowd took out their works one after another and put them on the table.

Some people even painted on the spot, presenting the works that had just been painted.

This time, because the time was advanced, Mu Bingxue had no preparation, so Mu Bingxue also chose to paint on the spot.

Mu Bingxue found a pen, ink, paper, and inkstone from the hall, picked up the brush, calmed down, and immediately painted.

Mu Bingxue was engrossed in it, and skillfully drew all kinds of beautiful flowers on the rice paper, forming a vibrant picture of a hundred flowers blooming.

"Okay, Xiao Wang, you have made progress. At this time, Zhang Youguo and Tu Zhiqiang, supported by several middle-aged men, stood up, walked in the crowd, and kept looking at everyone's paintings.

"Xiao Ming, you have also made progress. ”

"Yes, Xiao Sun, your painting is much better than last year's. ”

……

Zhang Youguo and Tu Zhiqiang walked in the crowd, constantly nodding and commenting.

"Lao Zhang, your disciple Wang Song's 'bamboo' is good, he can definitely get a good ranking for this picture. At this time, Tu Zhiqiang suddenly spoke.