The flower protector of the female president

Chen Xing continued to pat the old man Bai Yi on the shoulder and said: "Don't be discouraged, you still have room for improvement, work hard, and don't disappoint your family's expectations of you!"

It's like a teacher's tone to a student.

But Bai Yi, the master of traditional Chinese painting who has always had a bad temper and has a high self-esteem, is not angry at this time, he has no mood to get angry at all.You must know that he was able to paint the work "Chinese Cabbage" after decades of hard training, and then he finally realized something. This is how he achieved such a work, which also made his reputation in the painting world flourish.

However, just now, he was completely defeated by such a young man who appeared out of nowhere. He just imitated the moth-eaten and blank method that he had studied for many years. I have never seen Bai Yi paint.

This young man is really scary. Just now he pissed in the toilet, and now he defeated himself again.

He had to admit that Chen Xing was very powerful, he was by no means a villager.

"Young man, what's the use of keeping it? Your painting skills are superior to mine. In your eyes, this painting is probably equivalent to a student's work." Bai Yi felt that his painting could be torn off.

"Irreverent old man, you are wrong. It's not your painting that I'm interested in, but your name!" Chen Xing slyly patted Bai Yi's shoulder.

"My name?" Bai Yi was puzzled.

"Even if I draw a painting that shakes the world and weeps ghosts and gods, people will not buy it when they see the signature."

As soon as Chen Xing said it, everyone understood it.

This is the way things are in the world. If you are famous, you can sell your trash for money.

Sure enough, a wealthy businessman with a big belly squeezed over and said, "Don't tear it up, don't tear it up, you can sell this painting to me if you don't want it. How about 100 million?"

"Look." Chen Xing said to Bai Yi with a smile.

Bai Yi didn't say anything, just sighed and stood aside.

"Hey, fat man, I want cash." Chen Xing said to the fat man.

"Yes, yes." Fatty waved his hand, and another tall and strong bodyguard squeezed in, carrying a black suitcase in his hand.

Chen Xing took the box, checked the number, and handed over the "Chinese Cabbage" that he had photographed for 1000 yuan to Fatty.

After the fat man happily left, Chen Xing said to the impolite old man who was standing beside him in silence, "Old man, I will lend you your seal."

"What's the use of lending my seal?" the rude old man Bai Yi asked.

"Oh, if I ask you to borrow it, just borrow it and use it, don't be so stingy!" Chen Xing said.

Bai Yi took out a seal box from the gown and handed it to Chen Xing, not knowing what Chen Xing was going to do.

The people present didn't know what Chen Xing was going to do, he had now become the protagonist on the field, the focus of all eyes.

Chen Xing took Bai Yi's seal, took it out, put it on his lips, and took a few breaths, then imprinted the two seal characters of "Bai Yi" on his imitation, and said: "Haha, I just sold a painting of " "Chinese Cabbage", I have another "Chinese Cabbage", this is really good money!"

Everyone present was dumbfounded.

I have seen shameless people, but I have never seen such shameless people!
He actually faked it in public, and in front of the original author, he even directly asked the original author for the seal, and created another "Chinese Cabbage" by Bai Yi in front of everyone!
"Hey, who else wants "Chinese Cabbage"? Since you all know it's fake, let's sell it cheaper, how about 80?"

Those who cast over are contemptuous eyes.

Although Chen Xing behaved all kinds of rascals at this time, Su Ziyue looked at him a little differently, obviously much more gentle, because he actually won Seinfeld for only 1000 yuan, which is really beautiful This battle saved me enough face for Su Ziyue.

"Song Feifei, are you convinced to lose this time?" Su Ziyue looked at Sein Feifei with the attitude of a winner.

At this moment, Sein Feifei finally accepted the fact of failure, his face returned to normal, and he said, "Isn't it just 67, I'll ask the secretary to call you tomorrow!"

"Hmph, Seinfeld, when you were in school, you weren't so bad at math. Are you sure it's 67?" Su Ziyue counted Seinfeld.

"I took two fake ones, one for 16 and one for 51, isn't it 67 in total?" Seinfeld said with a frown.

"That was your loss. Didn't you count the money Chen Xing won when he took the real product?" Su Ziyue insisted.

"Hmph, Su Ziyue, isn't it just one thousand? I can give it to you right now. I didn't expect you to be considered the majestic Miss of the Su family, so you care about such trivial things." Sein Feifei showed a contemptuous expression.

"Who said one thousand? One thousand is the price Chen Xing bid, not the price of the work itself. Didn't you see that he sold it for 100 million just now? You didn't lose 67 this time, it was 160!" Su Ziyue finally showed off her skills in front of her old opponent.

Seeing Su Ziyue's victorious expression, Song Feifei felt bitter in his heart. According to their previous bet, it was indeed such an algorithm.She, Seinfeld, doesn't care about money, it's just that this breath is really hard to swallow, but if you lose, you lose.

"Okay, I'll call you 160 tomorrow." Sein Feifei turned around and left after speaking. She didn't want to stay here any longer, and it was easier to leave early.

"Wait! The account has not been settled yet!" Su Ziyue spoke again.

"What's the matter, didn't you just settle it?" Sein Feifei was a little impatient.

"Who said that the loser will have a little turtle painted on his face and not wash it off for a week?" Su Ziyue said very leisurely.

Sein Feifei's face suddenly turned pale again.

160 million Seinfeld really doesn't care, but if she wants to paint a little turtle on her face, she has to go without washing for a week. This is simply too difficult a task for her. How can she go out?

She wanted to die right now.Why did I make such a request in the first place, why did I dig such a hole by myself, but now I have to jump into it!

"Oh, my wife, you are really good at calculating accounts!" Chen Xing clapped his mouth full of food.

That is, otherwise I would be the president!Su Ziyue was very proud, especially when she saw Sein Feifei biting her lower lip and struggling inwardly, she felt even better, and she didn't care about Chen Xing talking about "wife" one by one.

At this time, Sein Feifei had 1 regrets. She and Su Ziyue had various competitions since they were young.After struggling in her heart, her heart suddenly brightened.

It was impossible for her to beg Su Ziyue, but if she discussed it with Chen Xing, there might be other ways to deal with it?At worst, give him another 100 million.

"Okay, but I want him to draw." Song Feifei pointed at Chen Xing.

"He was the one who bet with you, and only he can draw that little turtle." Su Ziyue said indifferently.

"Also, can you stop painting here?" Sein Feifei continued to raise conditions.

Su Ziyue was stunned for a moment, then agreed again, nodded and said: "Anyway, you have to paint, it's the same wherever you paint, remember, don't wash it off for a week!"

The trade fair ended like this. In the end, Chen Xing faked the painting and got the real one, and Sein Feifei was taken advantage of.

The dignitaries and dignitaries who attended the meeting were naturally full of mocking comments towards Sein Feifei, but Sein Feifei didn't care about this anymore, and what awaited her would be even more dire consequences.

And the old man Bai Yi was as frustrated as Sein Feifei in this trade fair.

The painting skills he has always been proud of were instantly deciphered by Chen Xing, and he finally left Jiangdu Hotel in a daze.He is free and unrestrained, and behaves differently from ordinary people, otherwise he would not have such absurd thing as competing with Chen Xing in the toilet, but he is still a mortal after all, and failure in painting skills is not so easy to accept.

When the crowd dispersed, only Chen Xing, Su Ziyue and Sein Feifei were left in the venue.

After the hustle and bustle, the venue was very quiet, only the sound of Chen Xing chewing...

"Are you a starving ghost reincarnated?" Su Ziyue finally couldn't help but yelled at Chen Xing.

Chen Xing finally swallowed the last bite of food and said, "Ah, I'm finally full."

Su Ziyue and Sein Feifei immediately had black lines all over their heads. This bumpkin is full after eating all night?How big is that belly?
"Honey, let's go back to the villa and discuss life, discuss it?" Chen Xing said.

"The next room is open!" Su Ziyue said.

"Huh?" Chen Xing's eyes lit up suddenly, and his heart was ready to move. He didn't expect the CEO's wife to be so emotional today.

"You and her go to the room, I'll wait here, hurry up." Su Ziyue added.

"Ah?" Chen Xing couldn't believe his ears, what happened to the president's wife today?So warm and generous.

Su Ziyue knew what Chen Xing was thinking when she saw Chen Xing's wretched expression, she gave him a hard look, and said, "What kind of idea are you playing, to open a room and draw a little turtle! That's how you gambled back then, since It's your gamble and I won't get involved."

Chen Xing patted his head and said, "That's right, whoever loses will let the opponent draw a little turtle on his face." Only then did he remember that there was still such a debt to settle.

Su Ziyue and Song Feifei had black lines all over their heads again. It turned out that when they were discussing together just now, he didn't listen at all and just ate it!

Su Ziyue still has a bottom line, Sein Feifei lost, she promised to let Chen Xing draw a little turtle on her face, of course Su Ziyue would not force her to draw in public, not to mention that she didn't mention this condition at the beginning.As long as Seinfeld fulfilled her promise, it would be fine not to wash the little turtle for a week.

Therefore, Su Ziyue stayed at the venue, and Ren Chen Xing and Song Feifei went to open a room alone to paint the turtle.

When Chen Xing walked into the room, he felt that the dark red lights in the room gave off an ambiguous atmosphere, and there was a big bed that made people dream about things.

He turned around and said to Sein Feifei who was dawdling by the door with a wretched face, "Come in, the little turtle is waiting for you!"

Unexpectedly, as soon as Sein Feifei entered the door, leaning against the door with his back, he slowly closed the door, and changed into a provocative smile, and said to Chen Xing: "Rural bun, if you don't draw a turtle on your face, what conditions do you want?"

Chen Xing saw Song Feifei's smile with an unclear meaning, and his heart skipped a beat.

"Can we talk about conditions? Then let's talk about life, talk about ideals, talk!"