Open the Journal: I Drove a Helicopter

Fang Mingli stroked the beard that stroked his chin, and said proudly: "Chairman Cui is also aware of this matter. Master Lin is a well-deserved master of Chinese painting and oil painting!"

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

"I'm only in his twenties, and he's the master of double material? Isn't that incredible?"

"Yes, what is the concept of Master Double Material? How many years have we not produced one in China?"

"Is this true? I doubt it..."

"What do you mean? What do you mean by Mr. Fang, you can just question it. Now even Chairman Cui dare to question?"

"No, I didn't mean that..."

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Several people onlookers quarreled.

At this moment, another loud voice came.

"Old Fang! You are all here!"

Lin Chen looked back and saw that he was a little old man again.

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

They were still arrogant, but the moment they saw Lin Chen, they froze in an instant.

Like a defeated wild dog, his head shrugged weakly on his chest.

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

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

Sure enough, Fang Mingli stepped forward and slapped Zuo Rong's shoulder with a slap.

"Old Zuo, you can be regarded as coming."

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

"By the way, what are you talking about just now when I watched you talk so happily?"

Fang Mingli also smiled and said: "Let's talk about the painting world again, a figure who pushed the waves behind the Yangtze River."

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

"Exactly!" Fang Mingli said.

The proud look was as if Master Lin was himself.

Lin Chen felt helpless.

Did he blow his head?

At this time, Zuo Rong's gaze fell on Lin Chen: "This... is that Master Lin?"

Lin Chen smiled faintly, and said politely: "Let Zuo Grandmaster laugh."

Luo Xin, who was next to him, looked at Lin Chen's eyes, full of heart.

How can there be such a person in the world?

So perfect, rich and talented!

This kind of person is simply broken, it's a bug in this world!

So handsome...

It seems to be with him...

Luo Xin blushed, and his mind was messed up.

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

Ming Sheng's face is very ugly.

Who is his teacher?

The great master who has been famous in the oil painting industry for a long time, even he now has to be so polite to this kid...

This kid is definitely a master.

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

Is the threshold of Grand Master so low now?

He was backing quietly, trying to slip away.

He also targeted Lin Chen just now. It would be no good if he asked for trouble...

At this moment, someone suddenly said, "Huh? This kid, isn't it the kid who said at the entrance that Master Lin is a thief?"

Ming Sheng's body was stiff, and he only felt the blood qi in his body, all rushing to his brain.

For a while, everyone's eyes were attracted to the past.

The man was taken aback. He didn't know what he said that attracted so many people's attention.

Zuo Rong looked at the person directly: "You said, who said that Master Lin was a thief?"

Being watched by so many masters and master-level people, that person was afraid of bliss in his heart.

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

At the end, I added another sentence: "We have all seen it."

Ming Sheng only felt a thunderbolt flashing through his mind, and his tongue was about to knot.

"Teacher, this is..."

"Snapped!"

Before he finished speaking, Zuo Rong slapped him violently.

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

His face swelled up and down at a speed visible to the naked eye, and even the corners of his mouth had blood stains.

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

"Even I have to respect three-pointers, what kind of thing are you dare to say that Master Lin is a thief?"

Ming Sheng's brain buzzed.

The people around all looked at him with an angry expression.

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

How can they not feel angry when they encounter someone who insults Master Double Material?

"Old teacher, I was wrong, this is really just a misunderstanding..."

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

Fang Mingli also quickly persuaded: "Lao Zuo, you should calm down and don't get angry."

The person next to him also quickly echoed: "Yes, Zuo Lao, you are a benchmark in the oil painting industry, don't make yourself angry."

"Lao Zuo, take your time, your body is important!"

"Nothing is more important than your own body!"

Ming Sheng's face flushed.

Let him apologize to that kid...

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

Zuo Rong coughed slightly to remind him, but he still didn't say a word.

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

He is a bright student, with mediocre talent and nothing to do with it, but he is defiant.

If it hadn't been for him to treat himself with respect, he wouldn't want to teach him a long time ago.

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, the great master of oil painting, and this is his proud capital outside.

If Zuo Rong doesn't want him...

Then all this is gone.

Moreover, he will become the laughing stock of the art festival. Don't even think about getting mixed up throughout the art festival.

After all, who dares to accept people whom Zuo Rong doesn't want?

After thinking for a while, Ming Sheng decided to stand up, clutching his beaten face, and walked towards Lin Chen leisurely.

"Master Lin, yes, sorry!"

"Didn't you eat? Loud!" Zuo Rong scolded displeasedly.

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, Ming Sheng is an ant-like character, he can't even take a look at it.

But Luo Xin 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, what did this little loli want to do with herself.

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

After that, he followed Lin Chen's footsteps with a lollipop.

She is a gentle person.

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

But this matter will not just leave it alone.