super god sculptor

Chapter 134 Putting the Global Joint Exhibition on the Ground and Rubbing Repeatedly
The car is speeding on the road.

"Only a picture of eight steeds, Xu Xiu's artistic talent rubbed the joint exhibition on the ground! Now, what happened?"

Shu Jingjing screamed in surprise and joy, her hand holding the phone kept shaking.

"My God, Xu Xiu's solo exhibition sold out 3 tickets in [-] minutes! What the hell happened?"

Liu Can also screamed.

"After seeing the solo exhibition and then the group exhibition, there are hundreds of pieces, and the hall is full of garbage! Now, what happened?"

Zheng Yuan was also trembling with excitement and screamed.

"European master of carved ceilings, kneel down and beg to learn from Xu Xiu! What the hell happened here?"

Feng An also exclaimed and almost jumped up.

"Chi-ga!"

Lan Xiaoxiao suddenly slammed on the brakes, and the few people were caught off guard, and all the phones fell out.

"You guys, let's be shocked first!"

A few people dared not speak out, so they had to bury their heads and search for their mobile phones everywhere.

Lan Xiaoxiao took out her mobile phone, read the news in a leisurely manner, and then sent Yan Yin a WeChat message.

"Why don't you leave?"

Shu Jingjing looked for her phone, her voice clearly angry.

"Wait for half an hour before you are shocked, otherwise, there will be ghost noises from time to time, and I'm afraid of a car accident."

Then, ignoring the anger or pleading of several people, he played WeChat by himself:

"Yan Lou, with such a big change, could it be that Xu Xiu has some clues?"

Pictures of Xu Xiu's works have been posted online, but her thoughts are not on them.

Almost all of her thoughts, like Yan Yin's, were always worrying about Xu Xiu's safety.

Dreaming of being as powerful as Sherlock Holmes and solving crimes.

She wants to get more clues from Yan Yin so that she can analyze and filter them in her heart to see if she can find a breakthrough.

……

In the exhibition hall on the second floor, seeing the photo of Antonino begging his teacher Xu Xiu, everyone's expressions changed instantly.

"It's outrageous! It's too embarrassing! Could it be that Master Anton has fallen into their evil?"

Carter roared angrily, directly interrupting Huo Yanyan's singing.

Everyone also ignored Huo Yanyan, but wanted to figure out why such a strange incident happened all of a sudden.

However, after several people carefully watched the pictures on the news, they were all shocked, and everyone fell silent.

Although the pictures cannot 100% restore the spirit of the real sculpture, they were shocked precisely because they knew this.

Even in photos, you can see the expressive gestures of the four statues.

However, the works of any one of them absolutely cannot achieve this effect in the photos.

Boom - bang - click - crack!

"Gao Canghai!"

"This is the commercial performance that I, Huo Yanyan, am most dissatisfied with!"

"You guys, just wait for the entertainment industry to ban you!"

"Let's see if we can invite entertainment stars to help you out in the future!"

Huo Yanyan was so angry that he lost his composure and smashed the microphone on the stage. Several large fidelity speakers made earth-shattering broken sounds.

Then, he screamed and screamed directly on the stage, seeming to forget that there were still a few reporters filming.

Then turn around and leave directly.

Normally, Gao Canghai, political leaders and others would have rushed to apologize and make up for it, but now, when they looked at the few dozen spectators, their thoughts were not on Huo Yanyan.

Just ignore that hot back.

With despair on his face, Gao Canghai let out a long sigh:
"I didn't expect Xu Xiu's carving skills to be so heaven-defying."

"There was so much thunder at the joint exhibition, and the face was so embarrassing that I lost my neck."

"The eyes of the masses are discerning. In this PK, we have completely lost!"

Bikovsky struggled for a while, then walked directly to the door, and said in blunt Chinese:

"True art should be worthy of awe!"

Shu Mobai, Ning Xuehuan and others also left the exhibition hall immediately.

Afterwards, Gao Canghai and the others walked out of the exhibition hall with a wry smile and shook their heads.

"This is... Dragon Power!"

When Bikovs arrived at the door on the first floor, he was also so shocked that he trembled all over, and it took him a long time to utter a single word.

He looked at Antonino, who was devoutly kneeling, and instantly understood this man who was dedicated to art and spent half his life running around.

Mr. Anton's artistic career has encountered shackles and bottlenecks. If he makes no progress, his mood will be affected.

If you can get guidance from famous teachers, have ideological pursuit, and artistic influence, you may go further.

But he couldn't make it, he was nearly seventy years old, and he didn't have a few years to live.

"Just, Mr. Anton, are you sure you can survive the twelve hours?"

Bikovsky patted his thin shoulder and shook his head bitterly.

"Even if kneeling ruins my legs, I will kneel down!"

"Sculpting depends on the hands, if you protect your hands well, you'll be fine!"

Listening to Antonino's stubborn answer, Captain Bikovs sighed, turned and walked towards the exhibition hall.

He couldn't wait to walk towards the door, he had to appreciate the works inside before he would be reconciled.

"Excuse me sir, please show your ticket!"

Bikovsky looked at the two three-story uniforms blocking the door, his face changed again and again.

The disciple following behind couldn't help shouting:
"He, Bikovsky! All the exhibitions in the world are for him, free tickets!"

Not only is the entrance fee free, but if Bikovsky can visit it, it will give the other party a big face.

"Sorry, Mr. Driver, you can't enter without a ticket!"

The disciple was obviously angry: "He is the pinnacle master of the Western sculpture world, Mr. Bikovsky, not the driver!"

"Sorry, Mr. Driver, we only recognize the ticket, not the driver, nor the sir!"

Gao Canghai and the others followed, and couldn't help but twitch their faces, but they knew that if the third-floor building recognizes you as Si Ji or the driver, then it won't be called the third-floor building.

"Quick, go and buy dozens of tickets!"

Gao Canghai gave instructions to the young disciples who followed.

"is teacher!"

Several people hurriedly turned on their phones, where can they buy them on the APP?

He hurried to the ticket office again.

However, after tossing for a while, he ran back empty-handed.

Fortunately, two disciples found some press cards.

"Sorry, Mr. Reporter, the first floor is only free for the first [-] reporters to enter, and it is already full. If you want to go in, please show your ticket!"

Bikovsky and the others stood awkwardly, but no one wanted to leave.

Carter suddenly yelled inside: "Friends who have already seen it, I offer 1000 yuan a ticket, who will sell me the ticket!"

The original price was one hundred, and the bid was one thousand, which instantly increased tenfold.

The entire hall was full of people, but in the end, no one escaped.

Tickets in the morning are available until 1:[-] noon, and they are still waiting to see the grand finale unveiling.

"One hundred thousand! I, Bikovs machine, bid one hundred thousand!"

Bikovsky couldn't bear it anymore, no matter what, he didn't want to miss this once-in-a-lifetime exhibition with real artistic value.

It suddenly increased by a thousand times. The key point is that one hundred thousand is not a small amount.

There was indeed a commotion inside, and soon, several people ran to the door with a smile on their faces, and showed the payment code on their mobile phones:

"Money first, ticket later!"

The disciple behind him just wanted to beat someone up. How could such a noble master lie to you for 10 yuan?
However, Bikovs waved his hand, took out his mobile phone himself, and scanned the QR code to transfer money.

Soon, a ticket of 10 yuan was sold at a sky-high price of nearly [-] tickets in a blink of an eye.

"Mr. Pikovsky, the ceiling master in the Western sculpture world, threw a hundred thousand gold for a ticket to Xu Xiu's solo exhibition!"

"Shocked, Xu Xiu's solo exhibition reproduces the myth, and a hundred tickets are sold for tens of millions!"

"Xu Xiu shocked the world in the first battle, the joint exhibition was defeated, and the organizing committee asked for a ticket for his solo exhibition at a sky-high price!"

"Xu Xiu's solo exhibition is thorough, rubbing the global group exhibition on the ground repeatedly!"

……

In an instant, a series of horrifying headlines exploded on the Internet again.

(End of this chapter)