Fenglin Tianxia – Queen with a Thousand Pets

Hearing someone overestimating his ability and saying that he wanted to paint on the spot, low laughter could be heard from all sides. Mr. Zheng’s face turned dark and he kept shouting to him to come and see, who dared to compete with Master Zhang? People, what exactly are they drawn?

The painting table was quickly set up, and the lights were on the table. To show caution, 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 take it. He rolled up the sleeves of his white shirt, revealing a pair of slender hands as white as jade, then stood up and walked to the stage.

Seeing that Ling Qingyu was not worried at all, Hua Dong leaned into her ear and asked, Is that okay? Master Zhang is a master of traditional Chinese painting and one of the most famous painters in the past twenty years. A single painting costs millions. So huge.

Ling Qingyu smiled and whispered: Just watch.

Although he was wearing a shirt and trousers, the young man showed off his air of elegance. When he stood in front of the painting desk, rolled up one sleeve, and gently polished the ink, his unparalleled elegance immediately shocked everyone.

Even Mr. Zheng, who was originally angry, lowered his fist. For such a person, it doesn't matter if he is a little more arrogant. If he wants to, he might as well push him.

Therefore, no matter what era, good looks and good looks always come at an advantage.

After taking a look at the lotus and koi carp painted by the master, Cheng Jia had a smile on his lips, familiarized himself with his brushwork, and then, with one stroke, he drew the same picture.

Everyone was still impressed by his grace while writing, and even the host was dumbfounded. After Cheng Jia called out softly three times, he woke up and walked over.

He glanced at the paintings on the painting table and then looked back at Master Zhang's paintings. The host's face looked shocked, admired and worshiped. After someone shouted something from below, he hurriedly directed people to put the painting and Master Zhang's painting on the table. together.

Two identical paintings were juxtaposed. After the lights were turned on, the entire banquet hall was silent.

Master Zhang's paintings are very elegant, with dots of ink and lotus, and koi fish swimming among them. It is a very beautiful scene.

The same is true for the one below, but the ink lotus is alive, as if dancing with the wind, and the koi is moving, as if it is wagging its tail and diving under the lotus.

The composition is the same, but the lower one only has a few strokes that not only outline the scene, but also make the meaning of the painting vivid.

Up and down!

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

Almost instantly, the price of the painting went up to three million. Ling Qingyu, who had no time to raise his hand, was very depressed. Seeing that the last one who paid five million was Mr. Zheng, he could only follow the others and put down his hand helplessly.

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

Cheng Jia put down his sleeves and smiled at the people on both sides who kept handing him business cards to make friends. He went straight back to Ling Qingyu, looked at her pouted mouth and said with a smile: Forget it, the composition of this picture is It’s not good either. If you like it, I can go back and paint a whole room for you.”

Xiang Dongxiang's face was dark and his hair was burning with anger. When he saw Cheng Jia's shallow but endless smile when he spoke to Ling Qingyu, all the fire suddenly disappeared and he said with a smile: Sure enough, Mr. Cheng Master!

Hey! Mr. Cheng! Mr. Zheng shouted while shaking his fat body and rushed over. He directly picked up Cheng Jia's hand and squeezed it tightly while saying: Today finally let me see the real everyone! I don't know what Mr. Cheng is now Where can I get a good job? But there are still paintings that are willing to be sold? Zheng must be...

I'm sorry, Mr. Zheng, Cheng Jia smiled calmly, withdrew his hand and said, Cheng's paintings are all managed by Miss Ling and are not for commercial use.

Miss Ling? Only then did Mr. Zheng see Ling Qingyu, whose stiff face had not yet faded away. He immediately shook hands enthusiastically and said, Miss Ling, long time no see. How is it? When will you come to play ball with Uncle Zheng again?

Ling Qingyu's smile suddenly became stiff again, Uncle Zheng? My father’s company is not even your little finger, and I have never seen anyone in person be so affectionate. Uncle, is this really okay?

With Mr. Zheng and Xiang Dongxi around, everyone else who wanted to strike up a conversation withdrew. Mr. Wang sighed and asked He Li, Which academy did this Doctor of Chinese Studies come from? Central Academy of Fine Arts?

He Li laughed twice and changed the topic.

After Cheng Jia promised Mr. Zheng to make a bamboo painting specifically for him to show his integrity, the conversation in this circle entered an extremely harmonious and intimate atmosphere.

When talking about the latter, Mr. Zheng directly clapped his hands on the table and expressed his opinion that everyone should work together on future projects. It just so happened that their group also wanted to transform into culture. A community with culture and connotation is in line with the trend of the times. Mr. Cheng is proficient in ancient Chinese culture. If more people participate, it will be a subversive improvement for those properties.

While several people were toasting, there was a noise at the door of the banquet hall.

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

The waiter's face stiffened and he whispered: It's the third wife of the Rong family...

The Rong family? Mr. Zheng frowned. Although the third wife was a sideline, the Rong family could not offend her. He looked at Qi You with questioning 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. Xu You stood up and said, I'll go take a look.

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

There was a farce going on at the door.

Mrs. Rong San opened the collar of her red cheongsam, exposing half of her breasts. With blurred eyes, she pulled tightly on the thigh of a young man, shouting, Kiss me and don't leave.

The young man's face was full of embarrassment, and he said to more and more people who gathered: It's really none of my business! Today, Mrs. Rong hired our brothers, but we just agreed to come to the reception, but when the time came Here, she wants to drag us into the room, but this can’t be done, we won’t take the money!”

The other two men next to him also nodded and said, Yes, yes!

The person in charge of Jintai Fund saw more and more people, but Mrs. Rong San just held on to the person's leg and wouldn't let go. Sweat broke out on her face. She winked at the waiters and said, Send Mrs. Rong to have a rest quickly. !”

Without any hesitation, several waiters stepped forward and pulled Mrs. Rong San's arm, dragging her away desperately. However, Mrs. Rong San's fingers were dug into the man's flesh and she refused to let go. She even shouted: Little girl Heart, my sister loves you! How can you have a future if you follow that poor woman? If you follow me, my sister will give you whatever you want!

A person walked quickly from the corridor. He put the handkerchief in her mouth and pulled her up. His eyes paused on Ling Qingyu 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, let's continue! Let's start shooting the third picture! The host quickly called all the people crowded at the door to go back. Some people were already taking pictures with their mobile phones.