Open the Journal: I Drove a Helicopter

Fang Mingli stroked his beard under his chin, and proudly said: "President Cui is also clear about this matter. Master Lin is a well-deserved master of both Chinese painting and oil painting!"

For a moment, several masters present looked at Lin Chen like wolves and tigers.

"You are only in your twenties, and you are a master of double materials? Isn't this too unbelievable?"

"Yes, what is the concept of a double master? How many years have we not produced one in China?"

"Is this true? I doubt it"

"What do you mean? If Mr. Fang said it, it's fine if you question it, but now even Chairman Cui dares to question it?"

"No, I didn't mean that"

Several people onlookers quarreled.

At this moment, another loud voice came.

"Old Fang! All of you are here!"

Lin Chen also looked back, he was another little old man.

It's just that Ming and other young people followed behind him.

They were still arrogant, but when they saw Lin Chen, they became dumbfounded in an instant.

Like a defeated wild dog, its head was pulled weakly against its chest.

Lin Chen didn't even give them a straight look.

However, the one who brought them here should be their teacher, the great master of oil painting - Zuo Rong, right?

Sure enough, Fang Mingli stepped forward and slapped Zuo Rong on the shoulder.

"Old Zuo, you are here."

Zuo Rong laughed twice: "You old guy, you are still the same as before!"

"By the way, I just saw you guys chatting so happily, what are you talking about?"

Fang Mingli also said with a smile: "Let's talk about the painting world again, a figure whose waves push forward the waves of the Yangtze River."

"Oh?" Hearing this, Zuo Rong suddenly became interested: "You said, but the one who is very popular recently, Master Lin?"

"Exactly!" Fang Mingli said.

That proud look, as if Lin Zongshi was himself.

Lin Chen felt helpless for a while.

This blows him to the top?

At this moment, Zuo Rong's eyes fell on Lin Chen: "This is that Grandmaster Lin?"

Lin Chen smiled lightly, and said politely, "I made Zuo Zongshi laugh."

Luo Xin next to her looked at Lin Chen with a heart full of love.

How can there be such a person in the world?

So perfect, rich, beautiful and talented!

This kind of person is simply a bug, a bug in this world!

so handsome

as if with him

Luo Xin blushed, her mind was in a mess.

She shook her head and pinched herself again, only to wake up a little bit.

Ming Sheng's face was very ugly.

Who is his teacher?

The long-established master in the oil painting world, now even he has to be so polite to this kid

This kid is definitely a master.

However, as a master in his twenties, Ming Sheng didn't know whether he was crazy or the world was crazy.

Is the threshold for a master so low now?

He was quietly backing away, trying to slip.

Just now he targeted Lin Chen, it would be bad if he made trouble

At this moment, someone suddenly said: "Huh? Isn't this kid the one who just said at the entrance that Grandmaster Lin is a thief?"

Ming Sheng's whole body was stiff, and he felt that almost all the blood in his body rushed to his brain.

For a moment, everyone's eyes were attracted.

The man was taken aback. He didn't know that his words had attracted so many people's attention.

Zuo Rong even looked at that person directly: "Tell me, who said Master Lin was a thief just now?"

Being watched by so many masters and masters, that person is afraid of bliss in his heart.

He swallowed, and tremblingly pointed to Ming Sheng behind Zuo Rong: "He, he."

At the end, he added: "We have all seen it."

Ming Sheng only felt a bolt from the blue flash across his mind, and even his tongue was about to tie up.

"Teacher, this is a"

"Snapped!"

Before he finished speaking, Zuo Rong slapped him hard.

Ming Sheng covered his face, staggered twice, and fell directly to the ground.

His face swelled up at a speed visible to the naked eye, and even the corners of his mouth were dripping with blood.

Zuo Rong pointed at him and yelled, "You bastard! Who is Master Lin? An extremely rare double master!"

"Even I have to pay three respects to a person, who are you, dare to call Lin Zongshi a thief?"

Mingsheng's brain buzzed.

The people around looked at him angrily.

They are all people who admire art, and they have extra respect for artists!

How could they not be angry when they met a person who insulted the double material master now?

"Old, teacher, I was wrong, it was really just a misunderstanding"

"Misunderstanding?" Hearing this, Zuo Rong became even more angry: "You now, immediately, apologize to Master Lin!"

Fang Mingli also quickly persuaded him: "Old Zuo, calm down, don't be angry."

The people next to him also quickly echoed: "Yes, Mr. Zuo, you are a benchmark in the oil painting world, don't put yourself

I was so angry. "

"Old Zuo, take it easy, your body is critical!"

"Nothing is as important as your own body!"

Ming Sheng's face turned red.

make him apologize to that kid

Seeing that he hadn't moved for a long time, Zuo Rong's heart turned cold.

Zuo Rong coughed a few times to remind him, but he still remained silent.

"If you don't apologize to Grandmaster Lin, you won't be my student in the future." Zuo Rong looked at Mingsheng on the ground coldly.

His student, Ming Sheng, has average talent and nothing outstanding, but he is defiant.

If it weren't for the fact that he still respected himself, he would have long since given up teaching him.

Hearing Zuo Rong's words, Ming Sheng seemed to have suffered a huge blow, and his face instantly turned pale.

His teacher is Zuo Rong, a great master of oil painting, which is his proud capital outside.

If Zuo Rong doesn't want him

Well that's all gone.

Moreover, he will also become the laughing stock of the art festival, so don't even think about messing around in the entire art festival.

After all, who dares to accept someone whom Grandmaster Zuo Rong doesn't even want?

After thinking for a while, Ming Sheng decided to stand up, covered the side of his face that was beaten, and walked towards Lin Chen.

"Master Lin, yes, I'm sorry!"

"Didn't you eat? Louder!" Zuo Rong scolded displeased.

Ming Sheng took a deep breath and said, "Master Lin, I'm sorry, I was wrong!"

He lowered his head, waiting for Lin Chen's forgiveness.

But Lin Chen didn't even look at him.

For him, an ant-like figure like Ming Sheng, he couldn't even arouse interest in taking a look at it.

But Luo Xin who was next to him walked up.

"Your name is Ming Sheng?" Luo Xin asked.

"Yes, yes." Ming Sheng was a little confused.

He didn't understand why this little loli wanted him.

But Luo Xin just looked him up and down, then nodded again: "Well, I remember you."

Then, with a lollipop in his mouth, he followed Lin Chen's footsteps.

She is a gentle person.

You can't kick this stupid dog's head off in front of Lin Chen.

But that's not the end of the matter.