"Well said!"

"I'm afraid I'm already scared and my hands are shaking, right?"

"To make him paint is a waste of paint!"

Everyone laughed shamefully, and their eyes looking at Chen Feng were full of contempt and disdain.

"Okay, then I'll draw one. Chen Feng met Sun Yaoyang's gaze and nodded with a smile.

"Humph!"

When he was dying, he still wanted to pretend to be forced, Sun Yaoyang sneered and took Chen Feng to the exhibition hall.

A T-shaped stage was set up in the hall, with more than 100 seats placed underneath, and a rolling PPT was playing on the stage, showing Sun Jingfei's award-winning experience and life works.

He ordered the staff to arrange the drawing boards and paints on the stage, and said to Chen Feng: "You can go up and paint." ”

Chen Feng nodded, walked freely to the stage, sat down and began to paint.

The electric curtain immediately switched to the picture, and the camera was aimed at the drawing board in front of Chen Feng.

This was deliberately arranged by Sun Yaoyang.

Projecting Chen Feng's paintings onto the big screen, one stroke at a time, the onlookers can see it clearly.

The reporters of several media below were already waiting, holding the cameras in their hands, and taking pictures of Chen Feng who was painting.

"It's over, this bastard can't draw, isn't he waiting to be seen and laughed at. Su Xinyue stomped her foot anxiously.

She glanced at Chen Feng a few times, walked outside and dialed Su Xinyan's phone.

"Hey, Fourth Sister, come to the Rongcheng Art Museum, that bastard Chen Feng is going to be cool!"

"Ahh

Chen Feng sneezed and continued to paint.

The crowd looked at the big screen, sometimes shaking their heads, sometimes sneering.

"What is this painting, my three-year-old son is better than him!"

"I can draw better than him with my feet!"

"Question Master Sun's level, don't measure yourself!"

"This kid really dares to go up and paint, is it the courage that Liang Jingru gave him?"

Sun Yaoyang walked under the stage, glanced at Chen Feng's drawing board a few times, and almost laughed out of tears.

He clasped his hands around his chest and mocked loudly: "Takeaway, I advise you to hurry down and don't be embarrassed again!"

Everyone chimed in: "Yes, come down quickly, I'm ashamed of you!"

"Young and frivolous, apologize to Master Sun, with his bearing, he will definitely not be as knowledgeable as you. ”

"My dog's-soaked looks better than what you painted!"

Just when everyone was laughing at Chen Feng's paintings, a lot of noise came from far and near from the entrance of the art museum.

Sun Jingfei, who rushed over immediately after receiving Sun Yaoyang's call, strode to the exhibition hall surrounded by security guards and reporters.

"Master Sun, someone is willing to pay 300 million to buy all your works, will you agree?"

"How do you feel about being ridiculed by a delivery guy for your average level of painting?"

"Master Sun, do you have any other hobbies besides painting?"

“......”

In the face of questions from many media reporters, Sun Jingfei modestly replied: "Thank you for coming to my exhibition today, and welcome your comments on my works, I humbly accept them and strive to create better works." ”

Bang Bang Bang!

The audience applauded thunderously.

"Master Sun is too modest!"

"Virtue and art, Master Sun is really a model for my generation to learn!"

"It's much better than a lot of traffic niches now. ”

Sun Yaoyang stepped forward, pointed to Chen Feng, who was painting on the stage, and whispered to Sun Jingfei: "Dad, it's that kid, you said that your painting is average, and you have to tear your painting to play." ”

Sun Jingfei glanced at the media reporters who were shooting at him on the side.

"Don't shoot, there will be a special time for you to do interviews. Sun Yaoyang raised his hand to block the camera.

As soon as the media reporters put away the cameras, the smile on Sun Jingfei's face suddenly disappeared.

He looked at Chen Feng and snorted disdainfully from his nostrils.

"Hmph! The stinky boy who has not dried up dares to point fingers at my work, which is really unbelievable. ”

Sun Yaoyang followed with a sneer: "Dad, let him paint, in front of so many media, some of them make him ugly." ”

"Hehe, as far as he draws, even the children who are new to art are better than him. Sun Jingfei asked curiously, "By the way, where is the little girl who said she wanted to buy all my paintings?"

"Still here, people?"

Sun Yaoyang looked towards the exhibition hall and exclaimed excitedly: "Dad, it's her, Su Xinyue, she is the daughter of Zhang Lindie, the richest man in our city." ”

noticed that Sun Yaoyang's father and son were looking at him together.

Su Xinyue stepped forward and pouted, "Why are you two staring at me?"

Sun Yaoyang introduced with a smile: "Miss Su, this is my father, Mr. Sun Jingfei. ”

Su Xinyue looked Sun Jingfei up and down.

nodded: "Oh, it turns out that you are Sun Jingfei, I bought all the paintings in today's art exhibition, 300 million, do you sell them?"

Sun Jingfei said: "Miss Su, art is not measured by money, my main purpose in painting these paintings is to provide excellent spiritual food to the public, not to sell them for money. ”

"That's right, Miss Su, my father dedicated his life's love to the cause of art......"

Su Xinyue obviously couldn't listen to it anymore.

She interrupted impatiently, "If you think I give you less money, you can mention it." ”

There was a pause.

She continued: "As for the hypocrisy you said about providing excellent spiritual food for the public, my fourth sister also said it in an interview. ”

When Sun Jingfei heard this, his face was not very good-looking.

"Miss Su, don't compare me to some random painters, they paint to make money, but I'm different from them. ”

Sun Yaoyang couldn't help but remind in a low voice: "Dad, her fourth sister is Su Xinyan, that genius female painter." ”

Sun Jingfei was speechless.

His face was like a palette, sometimes iron and sometimes red, and now it was the color of pork liver.

Sun Yaoyang stood up for his father.

"Miss Su, your fiancé is painting on stage, but I think his painting level is not as good as that of a primary school student. ”

He glanced at the ridicule of the crowd below, and said with a smug smile: "Look at the scolding below, if you were me, I don't have the face to continue to stand on the stage, there is a saying, the tree does not have bark, it will definitely die-"

Intentional pauses.

Sun Yaoyang raised his voice, and the corners of his mouth were wide: "This person is shameless, the world is invincible!"

"It's really invincible!" At the same time, someone in the exhibition hall exclaimed, which coincided with Sun Yaoyang's ridicule.

Sun Yaoyang smiled even deeper.

He looked at the big screen with contempt, but his smile froze in an instant.