Rebirth of the evil daddy

Ding Mo was stunned when he heard Ye Chen's words.

Then, Ding Mo couldn't help but taunt Ye Chen.

"Haha, what are you kidding, you said that you can draw graffiti better than me, who do you think you are? Picasso or Van Gogh? Ding

Mo had just been humiliated by his second uncle, and his face was already very ugly.

Now he is being ridiculed by Ye Chen and Li Wanrou singing and harmonizing, and now he is being ridiculed by Ye Chen for painting the same as a child, how can he bear it.

He must not be who he is.

He was a disciple of the Impressionist master Tula.

He is also a little famous in the Impressionists, and his research on painting has reached the level of a master.

Moreover, this painting was carefully prepared by him for this exhibition, and it took him half a month to complete.

Even his mentor Tula praised his painting for being so good that he could even enter the threshold of the master level.

Even Tula saw him as a future successor, and it was likely that he would become an impressionist painter at the level of a master.

But now he was ridiculed by a person who didn't know how to draw, saying that his paintings were not as good as children's graffiti, how could he bear it.

Ding Mo was instantly furious, in terms of painting, he felt that Ye Chen was just a piece of garbage, and he could crush the other party with one hand in front of him.

Ye Chen said lightly: "Yes, just your painting, can it also be called a painting?" Lao Tzu scribbles casually, and the paintings are a hundred times stronger than those you paint, it's really funny, and you are embarrassed to take out your garbage paintings for exhibition.

At this time, Ye Chen still complained and ridiculed Ding Mo's paintings, and belittled Ding Mo's paintings to uselessness.

But again, Ding Mo's anger intensified.

"Less nonsense, if there is a kind of words, let's compare, you say that the garbage I paint, don't you say that the casual drawings are better than me? So let's see the real chapter from the painting. Ye

Chen was one of the guests who were invited, and it can be seen that his identity is definitely not simple.

And the clothes on his body are also exuding precious.

Ding Mo is just an ordinary painter.

Although he was a little high-minded, Ding Mo knew very well that he had no way to compare with Ye Chen in other aspects.

But when it comes to painting, Ding Mo is full of confidence.

I can't compare to you anywhere else, can't I compare to painting?

Maybe Ye Chen can paint, but Ding Moke has learned to paint since he was a child, and he doesn't believe that Ye Chen can surpass him.

As Tula's personal disciple, Ding Mo still has this confidence.

At this time, Ding Mo also challenged Ye Chen without hesitation.

Ye Chen looked at Ding Mo and smiled, "Are you sure you want to compare paintings with me?"

Ye Chen looked at Ding Mo with mockery in his eyes.

"I'm curious about what you compare with me, what qualifications do you have, or what confidence do you have to compare with me?"

Ding Mo snorted coldly and said: "If you can win me, then I will admit in public that the paintings I paint are not as good as children's graffiti, and my paintings are rubbish." In

order to be able to let Ye Chen compete with himself, Ding Mo also fought hard.

At this time, Ding Mo's eyes were full of pride, and he even felt that Ye Chen would definitely not dare to bet with him.

In that case, he would be able to taunt Ye Chen in public.

Ye Chen smiled and said, "So many people are looking at it, you won't regret it."

Ding Mo snorted coldly and said, "Of course I won't regret it, but what if you lose?"

Even Ding Mo never thought that he would lose, he looked at Ye Chen coldly and asked.

"Haha, I'll lose, I'll lose if you're not even as good as a child's graffiti, what's the joke you're kidding?"

Ye Chen listened to Ding Mo's words, as if he had heard a very funny joke, and immediately couldn't help laughing.

He didn't pay any attention to Ding Mo's painting.

In Ye Chen's eyes, this painting is indeed garbage.

"Hmph, you don't talk nonsense, you just say what if you lose?"

Ding Mo did not give up, and still said unrelentingly at this time.

Ye Chen said lightly: "If I lose, I will immediately buy your painting in public and eat it immediately." "

This time, Ye Chen's bet was even more ruthless than Ding Mo's.

Hearing Ye Chen's words, the faces of everyone around him changed, and even Li Wanrou was taken aback.

"Ye Chen!"

In Li Wanrou's impression, Ye Chen doesn't know how to paint at all, isn't this self-inflicted?

She wanted to stop Ye Chen, after all, this Ding Mo's painting attainments were indeed very good, and he was also a leader among young painters.

Compared with such a painter, Ye Chen is too amateur at all, how can he win?

And Ye Chen gambled too much, and even exaggerated a little.

However, Ye Chen patted the back of Li Wanrou's hand to reassure her.

He then greeted the waiter and asked him to bring paper, pen and paint.

"Boy, haha, don't think that just by painting a few pictures, you think that your painting skills are good, at your level, it's just rubbish, now I'll teach you what painting is."

Ye Chen's face was full of confidence, and after the paper and paint were delivered, Ye Chen began to paint as he spoke.

Under the attention of everyone, Ye Chen casually grabbed a bucket of paint and splashed it on the painting paper in front of him, and suddenly the paint had already occupied most of the paper.

After the paint soaked through the paper, it dripped to the ground.

Ye Chen's action made everyone at the scene stunned.

That's too amateurish.

Even this can no longer be described as ridicule, it's just nonsense.

Those who were able to participate in this banquet, in addition to some powerful people in Jinhai, there were also many real calligraphy and painting lovers.

Among them, there are also some people who are very good at oil painting.

Seeing Ye Chen's actions, these people all shook their heads secretly.

Although it is said that in such a fighting and painting competition, basically no one is optimistic about Ye Chen.

But they felt that Ye Chen had gambled so much, it should definitely be a little level.

But they didn't expect that Ye Chen's move would surprise people.

Seeing Ye Chen's actions, Ding Mo on the side laughed.

"Haha, is it just you? Laughing to death, you even said that you could draw, I thought your level was high, so that's it.

Ding Mo, like everyone else, saw Ye Chen's operation like this, and suddenly let go of his hanging heart.

Ye Chen looked at Ding Mo and said, "Since you are so confident and think that I can't paint, then let's increase the stakes a little more, there is a bucket of paint here, if I win against you, please drink him."

Ye Chen didn't care about Ding Mo's ridicule, pointed to the paint bucket beside him, and said with a smile.

Hearing Ye Chen's bet, everyone gasped.

This is a paint, and even if you don't die if you drink it, you have to peel off a layer of skin.

Ding Mo snorted coldly when he heard Ye Chen's words.

"Even if you rely on you, you deserve me to lose? Add it, add it, I'll be afraid of you? If you can really win me, I'll drink all the paint on the spot. "