"Damn, it turns out that the famous young painter has such virtue!"

"Ahh Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo”

"What's so great, isn't it just a little lucky? Isn't it because someone praises us? If someone hypes for us and praises us, we can also become famous painters!"

"Hehe! I was slapped in the face by Zheng Zhefan today, this guy doesn't seem to have suffered a big blow. ”

"Let's see how he's going to fart today. I don't think he can say anything good. ”

"Brother is here to see the excitement today, who likes to listen to this bullshit thing and do lectures!"

The argument is getting louder and louder.

Naturally, many of these words reached the ears of Zhuang Ziyou.

This made Zhuang Ziyou angry.

He didn't expect that he was giving a lecture today, and so many people came, and a considerable number of them came to see him.

That's too bad, right?

"Quiet, everyone, please be quiet!"

The teacher in charge of maintaining order shouted loudly.

After a long while, the lecture hall was quiet.

Zhuang Ziyou walked up to the stage with a gloomy face, sat on the chair, blew into the microphone, and then said: "Just now, I heard a classmate say below that I am only lucky enough to have today's status in the painting world, I can only say, you are too naïve!"

"Do you really think that you can only succeed if you are lucky? How is it possible? If the artistic value of my paintings is not high enough, how can I touch the hearts of the Saatchi Gallery operators in the UK? How can I be recognized by so many painters all over the world? Do you think that those people are Lei Feng, and they will like to bring newcomers so much? You people, you people, think everything is too simple. ”

"It's not that I'm attacking you, don't think that if you enter the art academy and learn painting, you will be an artist yourself, what can you do! You people are still far from the threshold of art! Most of you don't want to enter the palace of art in this life, and even, I'm not afraid of hitting you, even if your paintings are given away for free, no one will want them!"

"Let me say one last thing, as far as you are concerned, there is still a long way to go if you want to produce an influential painter in China! I can even assert that in the next 100 years, you will not produce a real painter!"

Zhuang Ziyou is venting his inner anger.

Yes, he was too angry.

was first slapped in the face by Zheng Zhefan.

Then, he was slapped in the face by the media in turn.

After that, he was despised by the leaders of the School of Arts of Yuzhou University.

Now, instead of listening to his lectures, these students are laughing at him! How can he bear it?

Therefore, Zhuang Ziyou went crazy.

He unceremoniously called the Art College of Yuzhou University the Pheasant Academy, and asserted that there would never be a real painter here.

This is a geo-attack.

His words immediately aroused the disgust of everyone in the lecture hall.

"Haha!

"Did he forget? I was slapped in the face by Zheng Zhefan just now, Zheng Zhefan's sketching ability is so hanging, draw well, I don't believe that the future will not be better than him!"

"This is a complete tear of the face, hahaha! Zhuang Ziyou, be careful of being angry. ”

"Nonsense! This is called overturning a boatload of people with a rod! What is a real painter? Do you have to think that we can become real painters? ”

"Zhuang Ziyou, wait to be slapped in the face! your guy's face will soon be swollen!"

In the lecture hall, many people were babbling at Zhuang Ziyou.

That's a real crowd attack.

Seeing this battle, Zhuang Ziyou was not idle, and began to fight back against the microphone.

"Everyone, don't be unconvinced, I'll put my words here today, if your school can produce a painter within two years, his paintings can be sold for an average of 10,000 yuan per square foot, even if I lose, I Zhuang will never paint again, how about it?" Zhuang Ziyou said with a sneer.

It sells for 10,000 yuan per square foot, which is a price that only painters who are a little famous in China can have.

For an ordinary painter, it is good if a painting can sell for a few thousand yuan.

Of course, the value of a painting is purely a matter of opinion. It may be priceless to those who like it, and worthless to those who don't.

However, a well-known painter, his works do have market value, and this value is still recognized.

Hearing Zhuang Ziyou say this, the lecture hall was quiet for a while.

In two years, will there be a painter who will cost 10,000 yuan per square foot?

That's not an easy thing to do.

In fact, there are many unknown painters whose works are not noticed.

"Zhuang Ziyou, you underestimate our school too much, be careful that your face is swollen, one square foot is only 10,000, it's easy to reach!" a girl's voice sounded.

It was Xie Xiaomei who spoke.

The other students' eyes all looked at her.

Someone found out that Xie Xiaomei was not a student of this college.

Xie Xiaomei sat a little bit forward, and Zhuang Ziyou naturally saw her at a glance.

Zhuang Ziyou sneered and said: "Ignorance! Do you really think that 10,000 yuan per square foot is easy to achieve? How many young painters have struggled all their lives, and their paintings are not worth a few dollars? Who is the person you are talking about who can reach this price? ”

"Who else could it be? It's Zheng Zhefan! He is now so famous in China and has so many fans, if he wants to sell his paintings, I believe there will be many fans who will support him! So, Zhuang Ziyou, you are very stupid! As long as Zheng Zhefan wants to sell his paintings, it is still very easy to reach 10,000 yuan per square foot, and maybe his paintings can be sold for sky-high prices! I just ask you if you are afraid?" Xie Xiaomei said.

Hearing Xie Xiaomei say this, Zhuang Ziyou's forehead almost sweated.

He naturally knows now that Zheng Zhefan has many loyal fans, and fans are crazy, which cannot be regarded as common sense.

The phenomenon that Xie Xiaomei said is really likely to happen.

"I'm talking about the real market value of 10,000 per square foot, not a friendship price, and selling it to your own fans doesn't count!" Zhuang Ziyou said.

If it is up to you to decide whether this matter is won or lost, then I don't think there is any need to say it. Don't you think your words are very bad? What is the friendship price? As long as someone is willing to spend money to buy it, it means that the work is worth this price, everyone says, is this the reason?" Xie Xiaomei asked.

"That's right!"

"Zhuang Ziyou is a bad pen!"

"Despise Zhuang Ziyou!"

The reply in the lecture hall was a mess, and it was a mess again.