"Young man, you call the dog eyes low! My son is no worse than you! My son is now the most popular and influential anchor of Funny Fish, and the salary he gets from Funny Fish every month is at least three or four million! He is also a platinum writer of Qidian Chinese Network, and his monthly manuscript fee income is also several million yuan, I say this, do you still think that you have any superiority in front of us?" Zheng Zetao said loudly. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Zhuang Ziyou was stunned.

Is this boy in front of him really so bullish?

He was a little unconvinced.

"Yo, who wouldn't brag? What's your son's name, let's hear it, I'll see if I've heard of this person. What is a funny fish anchor, no matter how popular the anchor is, it is just a show of amorous play! Come and show off with me! Also, those who write online articles create spiritual garbage, even if they can make money, so what?" Zhuang Ziyou said loudly.

"If you call people rubbish, aren't you rubbish yourself? What kind of paintings do you paint, and what important value and significance do you think they have? I really can't see what you have to be superior to other than playing art in the name of pornography! Your kind of art, I really can't put it on the table! So, don't be so proud! Lest you be laughed at!" Zheng Zhefan couldn't help but say at this time.

This Zhuang Ziyou is really a bit like words.

It's just a car accident, you can handle it well, isn't it okay?

is still crooked with this, despised by this, degraded by that wanton, just this kind of person, how did he become famous?

At this time, the owner of the Mercedes-Benz S600 also came out of his car, he called the police, and stood aside helplessly to see Zhuang Ziyou and Zheng Zhefan theorizing.

"Painting is the greatest art in the history of mankind, and a painter is a person who sits on the highest throne in the palace of art, so what qualifications do you have to dare to look down on a famous painter like me? Also, if you look at art with an astringent eye, you will feel that it is astringency! If you say such a thing, it can only prove your shallowness!" Zhuang Ziyou roared loudly like a fighting.

He considered himself to have been greatly insulted.

He is a well-known young painter who is hotly sought after wherever he goes, and painting is the most sacred thing in his mind that cannot be desecrated.

Zheng Zhefan frowned, he felt that this Zhuang Ziyou in front of him was really crazy.

It's crazy.

Aren't you going to draw a picture? What's so great!

This kind of person must be hit hard to make him feel ashamed of himself, and he will restrain himself a little.

"To tell you the truth, I also studied art, I have also painted for many years, the art of painting, in my eyes is not so mysterious, you don't boast, self-esteem, it's better to be like this, let's take advantage of the police haven't come to deal with this traffic accident, just compare the painting skills? And in view of the lack of time, the content of the competition is set to sketch, who can draw the most characters on the scene in five minutes, and the painting is vivid, even if who wins, do you dare to compare with me?" Zheng Zhefan looked at Zhuang Ziyou and said indifferently.

At this time, the whole road was blocked because of this car accident, and many people gathered around.

Many people are very disgusted with Zhuang Ziyou's pretense and arrogance.

When people heard Zheng Zhefan's proposal, they all began to gossip.

"It's a mule, it's a horse, it's a horse!"

"We can all be referees, see if this great painter is really bullish or bragging!"

"Hurry up! When the police come, it won't be beatable. ”

"Come on, short-haired boy, I'm sure you can draw better than that long-haired guy!"

Zhuang Ziyou didn't expect that Zheng Zhefan would say that he also studied art, and he had to compare sketches with himself.

As a painting genius who has learned painting since childhood and has a solid foundation, sketching is naturally also a strong point of Zhuang Ziyou.

He once demonstrated his ability to sketch quickly on a television show, and in ten minutes or so, he drew a grand war scene in which the details of all kinds of people and objects were vividly displayed, lifelike, and varied.

This also brought him a reputation as a human printer.

Now, the kid in front of him is actually going to compete with himself to sketch, and he is still determined, as if he has the chance to win, how can this make Zhuang Ziyou tolerable.

"No problem! Since you want to compare, then I'll show you, what is a real sketch!" Zhuang Ziyou looked at Zheng Zhefan with a sneering expression and said.

"So, you, a great painter, must have brought drawing paper and sketch pencils, right? Why don't you borrow a set from me?" Zheng Zhefan said with a grin.

"As a person who studies art, I don't even carry tools with me, and this is the first time I've met someone like you! Zhuang Ziyou said with a look of disdain.

"Stop talking nonsense, take it out quickly!" Zheng Zhefan said.

Zhuang Ziyou took out two pieces of drawing paper and two sets of sketch pencils from the trunk.

Zheng Zhefan went over and took a piece of drawing paper and a set of sketch pencils, and laid the paper on the front hood. Naturally, the same is true of Zhuang Ziyou.

"I'll help you two be a referee. "The Mercedes owner came over.

"That's fine! Zheng Zhefan nodded.

The Mercedes owner saw that both of them were ready, so he shouted: "Go!"

Zheng Zhefan waved his pencil and began to draw quickly on the paper. Before the painting just now, he had already memorized the situation in his mind.

When he started painting, he didn't look up at all.

"Brush, brush, brush—"

Zheng Zhefan is a character with three or two strokes, and after six or seven strokes, the general outline characteristics of the scene fall on the paper. He moved his pen like a fly, without pausing.

Five minutes later, he drew all the people gathered around the crash scene, each with their own original expressions.

At the same time, Zhuang Ziyou was also painting rapidly.

However, his real-time copying of this kind of scene cannot be like Zheng Zhefan's ability to memorize all the relevant people at a glance, just waiting for the brush to fall on the paper.

When he paints, he has to look up at the people around him from time to time, only in this way can he grasp the characteristics of the people and objects on the scene, and can he also draw expressive details.

As a result, his speed is much slower.

"It's five minutes up, please stop writing!" said the Mercedes-Benz owner, who had been looking at his watch.

Zheng Zhefan stopped his pen, picked up his painting, and said with a smile: "Okay, I just finished painting, within a radius of 20 meters, there are a total of 23 cars, 69 people, let's take a look, let's take a seat!"

Zheng Zhefan held up his painting and showed it to the people next to him.