Entertainment: I am called dad by seven genius babies

The audience in the live broadcast room was stunned:

"This is Mr. Ye’s discarded manuscript? ?"

‘It turned out to be drawn by Mr. Ye! But what the hell is a scrap draft?"

"I bought 30 million worth of scrap manuscripts. Mr. Ye, can I go to your house to pick up trash?"

"Suddenly I feel that the sunflower yard is full of treasures!"

"Oh my god, this is the most pretentious thing I have ever heard!"

"If I didn't know Mr. Ye's character, I would have suspected that he was just pretending."

"I feel like I live in this world just to make up the numbers!"

"This is too powerful!"

"Mr. Ye, are you human?"

"Is this painting worth the price? Mr. Lu was stunned by the question!"......

The artist of this painting asked Mr. Lu:"Is this painting worth this price?"

Mr. Lu's heart was in a mess at this moment, the messiest he had ever been....

He began to doubt his appraisal of treasures. Was the experience he had accumulated over the decades of collecting actually fake?

This was the first time Mr. Lu doubted his life.

He felt that he could not figure it out.....

But his confusion does not mean that others are confused!

The painting has received rave reviews in the Chinese painting world, and many masters have participated in the exhibition, researched, and analyzed it.

Some painters even suddenly had an epiphany after seeing the painting, and solved many of their previous problems.

The painting has been in the hands of several collectors, and the price has soared. Thirty million is the price in Mr. Lu's mind, but it also means it is worth it!...This is a scrap drawing that someone just casually drew.....Throw it on the ground.....

Mr. Lu had a headache and a stuffy chest. He took out a box of quick-acting heart pills from his suit pocket and took one with trembling hands.

He was afraid that if he continued the conversation, his heart disease and high blood pressure would flare up.

Peng Peng swallowed and suddenly asked,"Brother Ye, do you have any waste manuscripts at home?"

"I want to pick up trash..."

Peng Peng said this seriously. It was funny. Normally, everyone would laugh out loud. But at this moment, no one laughed....The same thought came to mind.

Director Lao Wang tried hard to suppress his desire to pick up trash with Peng Peng, and said awkwardly:

"Mr. Ye, you...Can you also paint Chinese paintings?"

"I had nothing to do, so I studied for a while, and then I learned piano, and then I put it aside."

Ye Fang said with a smile. He studied for half a year, but felt it was difficult to make progress, so he lost interest.

He likes the feeling of continuous progress. Every painting and every time he writes, he can have new insights.

He also experienced some fun from it.

But after spending half a year, he felt that he had reached the top, and felt that his qualifications were mediocre and it was difficult to improve, so he gave up.

At that time, he felt a little pity, but after learning piano, he was enriched by new insights, and that regret was forgotten.

Ye Fang didn't say these words. If he said them out loud, it would probably make others feel even worse.

Of course, Ye Fang himself didn't realize this.

He had never compared himself with others, so naturally he didn't know how high or low his level was.

Instead, he felt that his qualifications were mediocre, but there was no room for improvement in half a year.

Little did he know that he had reached the top level of Chinese painting, and it was naturally difficult to improve after reaching the top.

Ye Fang didn't know how to compare, but others knew! Mr. Lu knew it!

"Gudong..."

Mr. Lu swallowed loudly, and his expression was not happy. His heart was shaking.

Look, is this even human language?

After studying for a while, he reached such a level, but he put it aside to learn piano.

His tone was nonchalant. The so-called achievement was something that even the masters in the Chinese painting world who spent their entire lives pursuing to improve their level could not achieve!

Countless people who saw the painting were amazed and shocked!

But in Ye Fang's words, it was so insignificant.....

This day was destined to shatter Mr. Lu's worldview and then reshape it....

The others couldn't help swallowing their saliva. No one spoke. They really didn't know what to say.

Teacher Huang slapped Peng Peng's head and said,"Stinky boy, stop talking nonsense.、"

Peng Peng covered his head with his hands in grievance. He also wanted to make a fortune, wasn't that right?...

Anyway, Mr. Ye was thrown away as garbage.

I don’t know where Mr. Ye’s treasures are hidden in the garbage dump of Manyuan Village....

Ye Fang said with a smile:"All the scrapped manuscripts were thrown away, and the other finished products were placed in the room.

"....

Secretly, I don't know how many people's hearts were broken.

The finished product must be worth more! It must be 30 million or more!

They are embarrassed to ask Mr. Ye for it, but if they buy it, they can't afford it....

I can only miss this opportunity to make a fortune, and I worship Mr. Ye in my heart.

Mr. Ye, you are such a ruthless person!

"Mr. Ye...A genius indeed..."

After a while, Mr. Lu finally found his voice and praised her with a trembling voice, but his throat was dry.....

Ye Fang smiled faintly without much pride in response to Mr. Lu's praise.

""Dad, I want to see your finished product!" Tang Qianqian said softly, with a little expectation.

The four little ones were also full of expectations. They didn't know that their dad could draw!

Dad is so amazing!

I want to see it!!!!

Redina's beautiful eyes were shining, with an appreciative smile on her face.

Zhang Zifeng's eyes were shining and he was excited.

The others were even more curious. The copy of the draft was so beautiful, what would the real finished product look like?

Mr. Lu became excited again and asked carefully:"Mr. Ye, do you mind if I take a look at your work?"

Ye Fang glanced at the expressions of the crowd, smiled helplessly, and looked at Mr. Lu again

"Mr. Lu lent a hand and sent Qianqian safely to the Mushroom House. This child owes you a favor."

"Mr. Lu likes my paintings again..."

Mr. Lu's heart started beating wildly when he heard this.

He didn't want any thanks from Qianqian, but when Ye Fang said this, he couldn't help but get excited.

Could it be that........

Ye Fang gently stroked Tang Qianqian's cheek and said lovingly:

"I want to draw a picture for Mr. Lu as a thank you gift"

"I hope Mr. Lu will not despise such a small gift."

As soon as these words came out, Mr. Lu's heart began to beat wildly. His face turned red, and he covered his heart and almost fainted.

P.S. Thank you for your blessings. Grandma has been arranged to be hospitalized. She has recovered a lot.

Thank you again.~~~~