"Who are you, and who are you to judge my paintings?"

Qin Wenyi asked recklessly.

"Contemptible Fan Zhongming, nicknamed Nanshan Jushi!"

The old man put his hands behind his back, tilted his head, and said proudly.

"Hmph, what Nanshan monk, ordinary to the bone, not worthy of commenting on Qin's paintings."

Qin Wenyi snorted and smiled.

"Hehe, I'll just laugh, Fan Lao is not qualified to comment on your paintings?"

"Do you know who he is, you dead cripple?"

"Fan Lao Nai is a national treasure of Jiangdong Chinese painting, and he is also the honorary president of the Jiangdong Provincial Painting Association, and one of the judges of this exhibition."

Liu Hongwen introduced on the side.

"Polite, polite, Fan doesn't dare to be a national player, in Jiangdong, so-so is a little famous."

Fan Zhongming was polite on the surface, but the smug arrogance on his face was difficult to hide.

"Yo, it turned out to be Fan Lao!"

"I heard that as long as the paintings are commented on by his old man, the value of the superior will immediately soar dozens of times, and the inferior will never have a bright future."

"His old man's discerning eyes can be said to be the top master of painting appreciation and criticism in China!"

When the crowd heard Fan Zhongming's name, they were amazed and discussed.

"This arrogant Mr. Qin, get out of here with your garbage paintings!"

"Even if you stay at the art exhibition, you can't pass the level of Fan Lao and me, and it will only be even more embarrassing to stay!"

Gu Qiuping said with a smile.

"Mom, Fan Lao, you can't do this, you can't, why don't you give Wenyi a chance?"

Liu Yan cried in despair.

With Fan Zhongming's influence in the art world, this public comment undoubtedly pronounced the death sentence of Qin Wenyi's painting career.

After that, no matter how good he is, it will be difficult for him to get ahead.

You must know that in addition to people in the painting world, there are many bosses here.

Fan Lao's opening, Qin Wenyi wants to get the packaging and become popular, and there is no hope.

"There are no eyes!"

"Snobbish!"

"You have tarnished the art world, you are not worthy to talk about paintings, and you are not qualified to comment on my paintings!"

"Qin is ashamed to be with you!"

Qin Wenyi's hand holding the scroll was trembling, full of enthusiasm and hope, but it was extinguished by these two people who had no eyes and no beads.

It's cruel!

It's so dirty!

How could his proud heart be blasphemed by such a villain?

His picture scroll full of affection and righteousness is not what these people can do.

"Damn, dead lame, his tone is quite crazy, dare to despise my Chinese painting world, I will tear up your painting today!"

Liu Hongwu snatched Qin Wenyi's painting with brute force and said viciously.

"Don't, don't, that's my life, I can't tear it, I can't tear it."

Qin Wenyi struggled to take it back, but was held back by the bodyguards on the side.

"What I want today is your life, hehe!"

Liu Hongwu laughed wildly like a demon, and bit by bit tore apart the most precious picture scroll of Qin Wenyi's life.

For a moment, his mind went blank.

Memories and thoughts seem to be stripped away at this moment.

Yes!

"Why? Why? ”

Qin Wenyi let out a miserable, helpless, painful wail.

"Call me out!"

With a wave of Liu Hongwu's hand, several bodyguards rushed forward, beating and scolding, and finally carried Qin Wenyi and threw him out of the gate.

"It's gone!"

"My painting is gone!"

"God, why do you want me to suffer so much, so painfully!"

"Why do you want to deprive me of my last bit of dignity and care?"

Qin Wenyi held the picture scroll at the tip of the iceberg in his hand, hesitated to tears, as if he had lost his soul, and staggered home.

The hopes and hopes for the future were shattered.

He's just a piece of waste with nothing in the end.

The painting is gone, and the last hope he promised Liu Yan and his future children is gone!

After suffering for so many years, at this moment, his spirit was completely drained and stripped away, and he wept and wailed like a madman when he looked at the dilapidated hut with four walls of his home.

"What do I want from now on?"

Qin Wenyi's brows sank, and he suddenly broke the paintbrush in his hand!

……

Water Moon International Painting Exhibition Hall.

Yin Fan and an old man with white hair and pigtails were respectfully following the young man in green shirts.

On the promenade, professional lighting shines on the freshly framed picture frames, reflecting a pleasing glow.

This corridor is the most famous water moon gallery in the exhibition hall, and only the works of the top masters in the domestic painting world are qualified to be placed here.

At this moment, a desolate and majestic picture scroll is placed on the Water Moon Corridor, with no master's stamp on it, and no chic title!

"Mr. Qi, what do you think of these paintings?"

Qin Yi asked as he walked.

"Autumn frost and white snow, sad, bold, such as Xin Gong's words, frightened like thunder, war drums, people are frightened and sad!"

"It can be seen that the person who paints the painting, relying entirely on his state of mind, does not deliberately chisel the knife and axe, and can be called a holy hand."

Qi Daqian walked as he walked.

"Master Qi, aren't you saying good things for the sake of the marquis's elixir."

Yin Fan helped the old man and joked.

Qi Daqian waved his hand, and then bowed his hand to Qin Yi and said: "Qin Hou is like a god, and he is also a god in the painting world, how dare the old man be ugly in front of the Hou Ye with this bit of eyesight." ”

Qin Yi smiled heartily: "This painting world, you have to be Master Qi, you have the final say, my marquis is not good." ”

Qi Daqian, president of the Chinese National Painting Association, is a world-class art master and painter, and is known as one of the world's most outstanding art masters in the past 50 years.

About his legend in the painting world, it was three days and three nights that I can't finish it, almost all the famous masters in China today are his disciples and grandchildren.

At his level, the only one who can invite him is the world-famous Marquis Qin.

While speaking, Yin Fan looked at his watch, "Master Hou, it's time to carry out." ”

After speaking, he said to Lou Hu on the side: "Lou Hall Master, you go to the hall to take a look, is the second master here?" Hou Ye has tried his best tonight, but he can't mess it up. ”

You must know that in order to arrange this art exhibition, Qin Yi first asked Liu Yan to get paintings, and then framed them himself, etc., for a whole day, and now he didn't even have time to drink saliva.

Just to surprise his second uncle!

"Hou Ye, Yin Shao, don't worry, Qian Xi is staring at it below, besides, the second master has a special letter, I'm just afraid that I will arrive early at this time."

Lou Hu smiled happily, and then said into the walkie-talkie: "Qian Xi, come to the Water Moon Corridor." ”

Qian Xi came soon and hurriedly greeted everyone.

"Has the second master arrived?"

Lou Hu asked.

"Second master, which second master, there are too many people, the younger brother really doesn't know ......"

Qian Xi scratched his head ignorantly and said in distress.

Lou Hu only explained to him that he wanted to treat the second master well, but he didn't tell him who the second master was, and Qian Xi was also big-eyed and busy in the hall.

(End of chapter)