Fenglin Tianxia – Queen with a Thousand Pets

Hearing someone overwhelmingly said that he wanted to paint on the spot, low laughter sounded from all sides, and Mr. Zheng's face went dark even more. He called out again and again to show him quickly, dare to compare the painting with Master Zhang. People, what are they drawn?

The drawing plan was quickly set up, and the lights were on the stage. In order to show prudence, even the four treasures of the study were high-end goods provided by Mr. Zheng.

Cheng Jia took off his coat and let Ling Qingyu hold it, rolled up the sleeves of the white shirt, revealing a pair of white and slender hands, and then got up and walked on the stage.

Seeing that Ling Qingyu was not at all worried, Hua Dong leaned into her ear and asked: "Can you do it?" Master Zhang is a master of Chinese painting, one of the most famous painters in the past 20 years, and a painting costs millions. Huge.

Ling Qingyu smiled and whispered: "Look at it."

Although it was a shirt and trousers, the young man walked out of the wind. When he stood in front of the drawing, rolled up his sleeves, and gently rubbed the ink, the unparalleled wind shook everyone.

Even Mr. Zheng, who was originally angrily, put down his fists, it doesn't matter if such a character is frantic. If he wants to, he might as well give him a push.

Therefore, no matter what era, good looks always take advantage.

Taking a look at the lotus koi painted by the master, Cheng Jia's mouth has a smile, and he is familiar with his brushstrokes, and then, with a single wave, he draws the same.

Everyone was still feeling his demeanor when he was writing. Even the host was dumbfounded. Cheng Jia called out three times before waking up and walking over.

Glancing at the painting on the drawing plan, and then looking back at Master Zhang’s painting, the look on the host’s face was shocked and admiring the worship gathering. After someone called below, he was busy instructing people to put the painting and Master Zhang’s painting Together.

Two identical paintings were side by side, and after the lights passed, the whole banquet hall was silent.

Master Zhang's painting is very elegant, with little ink lotus, and koi carps swimming in it, a very beautiful scene.

The same is true for the lower pair, but the Mohe is alive, as if dancing with the wind, and the koi is moving, seeming to be wagging its tail and sinking under the load.

The composition is the same, but the following one is just a few strokes that not only outlines the painting, but even the painting is vivid.

Stand up and down!

"One million! I want this painting!" Someone below roared, and various voices began to sound.

Almost instantly, the price of the painting reached 3 million. Ling Qingyu, who was too late to raise his hand, was very depressed. Seeing that the last awl was paid for 5 million, it was Mr. Zheng, and he had no choice but to let the others down.

"Rely!" Hua Dong exclaimed softly. At this level, Ling Qingyu, you can defeat the Shu family by selling paintings!

While putting down his sleeves, Cheng Jia smiled at the people who kept handing him business cards and wanted to make friends, went straight back to Ling Qingyu, looked at her pouting mouth and smiled: "Forget it, this is the composition book. Not good, if you like it, go back and draw you a house."

Xiang Xi’s face was black and his hair was burning with anger. Seeing Cheng Jia’s words to Ling Qingyu, the shallow but endless smile, all the fire disappeared, and he smiled: "Mr. Cheng really Master!"

"Hey! Mr. Cheng!" Mr. Zheng shook his fat body and rushed over while yelling. He directly took Cheng Jia's hand while clenching his hands and said: "Let me finally meet the real everyone today! I don't know Mr. Cheng now Where can I get it? But there are still paintings willing to sell? Zheng must..."

"Sorry, Mr. Zheng," Cheng Jia smiled lightly, withdrew his hand, and said: "Cheng's paintings are under the management of Ms. Ling and are not for commercial use."

"Miss Ling?" Mr. Zheng saw Ling Qingyu whose stiff face was still in the future, and immediately shook hands enthusiastically: "Miss Ling hasn't been seen for a long time, how about? When will you come to play with Uncle Zheng?"

Ling Qingyu's smile suddenly became a bit rigid again, Uncle Zheng? My dad’s company doesn’t even count as your little finger. I’ve never met someone so affectionate. Uncle, is this really okay?

With Mr. Zheng and Xiangxi, everyone else who wanted to strike up a conversation withdrew back. Mr. Wang sighed and asked He Li, "Which college does this doctor of Chinese Studies come from? The Central Academy of Fine Arts?"

He Li laughed twice and turned the subject away.

After Cheng Jia agreed to make Mr. Zheng a special green bamboo picture to show his integrity, the conversation of this group of people entered an extremely harmonious and intimate atmosphere.

Speaking of the latter, Mr. Zheng directly patted the table to express his opinion. In the future projects, everyone will work together. It happens that their group also wants to change to culture. A community with culture and connotation is in line with the trend of the times. Mr. Cheng is proficient in ancient Chinese culture. Those who participate in it will be a subversive upgrade to those properties.

While several people were toasting their glasses, noise came from the entrance of the banquet hall.

"What's the matter?" Mr. Zheng asked the waiter very unhappy.

The waiter's face became stiff, and he whispered: "It's Mrs. Rong's third..."

Rongjia? Mr. Zheng's brow furrowed. Although Mrs. 3 is a sideline, the Rong family can't offend him. He looked at Qi You and asked questions in his eyes.

Today is the home court of Jintai Fund. The biggest gp behind them is the Rong family. It makes sense to invite Mrs. Rong San to come. Xu You stood up and said, "I'll go and see."

Mr. Zheng snorted and stood up, and the others followed along to watch the excitement.

A farce is going on at the door.

Mrs. Rong San's red cheongsam neckline was pulled open and half of her chest was exposed, her eyes blurred and tightly pulling a young man's thigh, still screaming, kiss not to go.

The young man's face was full of embarrassment, and he said to the more and more people who gathered: "It's really nothing to do with me! Today it is Mrs. Rong who has taken care of our brothers, but we only promised to follow us for the reception, but it's here. Here, she is going to pull us into the room. This can't happen. Let's confiscate the money!"

The other two men beside him nodded and said, "Yes, yeah!"

The person in charge of Jintai Fund saw more and more people, but Mrs. Rong San just dragged people’s legs and didn’t let go. The sweat on her face came out. She winked vigorously at several waiters and said: "Quickly send Mrs. Rong to rest. !"

The waiters didn’t hesitate any more, they stepped forward and pulled Mrs. Rong San’s arm and dragged her away desperately, but Mrs. Rong San pinched her fingers into the man’s flesh, just not letting go, and shouted: "Little Heart, sister loves you! You have no future with that poor woman, you follow me, what you want, sister will give you!"

A person walked quickly from the corridor, and the veil in his hand blocked her mouth and pulled the person directly up. He paused for a moment on Ling Qingyu who was behind Mr. Zheng, nodded slightly, and then said to the people who followed him: "Bring the third wife back."

"It's okay, it's okay, everyone go on! Let's start shooting the third picture!" The host hurriedly greeted the crowd who were all crowded at the door and even had someone taking pictures with their mobile phones back.