Hearing someone overthinking his ability to draw on the spot, low laughter sounded from all around, Mr. Zheng's face turned black, and he repeatedly called for him to take a look, dare to compare with Master Zhang Man, what exactly is drawn.
The picture case was quickly set up, and the lights were also on the table. In order to show prudence, even the four treasures of the study were high-end products provided by Mr. Zheng.
Cheng Jia took off his coat and let Ling Qingyu hold it, rolled up the sleeves of his white shirt, revealing a pair of hands that were as white as jade, and then got up and walked to the stage.
Seeing that Ling Qingyu wasn't worried at all, Hua Dong leaned into her ear and asked, "Is it okay?" Master Zhang is a master of traditional Chinese painting, one of the most famous painters in the past twenty years, and a painting can cost millions huge.
Ling Qingyu smiled and said in a low voice, "Just watch."
Although he was wearing a shirt and trousers, the young man walked out of the wind. When he stopped in front of the painting table, rolled up his sleeves, and rubbed the ink gently, the unparalleled elegance shocked everyone.
Even Mr. Zheng, who was originally full of anger, lowered his fists. For such a character, it doesn't matter if he is a little bit more arrogant. If he wants to, he might as well push him.
Therefore, no matter what era, it is always advantageous to look good and look good.
Glancing at the lotus koi painted by the master, Cheng Jia smiled, familiarized himself with the brushwork, and then, like a stroke, drew the same one.
Everyone was still impressed by his demeanor when he was writing, and even the host was stunned. After Cheng Jia whispered three times, he woke up and walked over.
Glancing at the painting on the painting table, and then looking back at Master Zhang's painting, the host's expression on his face was shocked and admiring. After someone called out, he hurriedly directed people to put the painting and Master Zhang's painting together. together.
Two identical paintings were juxtaposed, and after the lights were turned on, the entire banquet hall was silent.
Master Zhang's painting is very elegant, with dots of ink and lotus, and koi swimming in it, a very beautiful scene.
The bottom one is also the same, 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 drilling under the lotus.
The composition of the picture is the same, but the one below is just a few strokes that not only outline the painting, but also vividly express the meaning of the painting.
Stand up and down!
"One million! I want this painting!" Someone yelled below, and various voices began to sound.
The price of the painting went up to three million almost instantly. Ling Qingyu, who had no time to raise his hand, was very depressed. Seeing that it was Mr. Zheng who paid five million in the last awl, he could only follow the others and put down his hand helplessly.
"Damn it!" Huadong exclaimed softly, this level, Ling Qingyu, you can beat the Shu family just by selling paintings!
While putting down his sleeves, Cheng Jia smiled at the people on both sides who kept handing him business cards and wanted to make friends, and went straight back to Ling Qingyu, looked at her pouted mouth and smiled: "Forget it, this composition book It’s not good either, if you like it, I’ll go back and draw a room for you.”
Xiang Dongxi had a black face and hair that seemed to be burning with anger, but when he saw Cheng Jia's shallow but endlessly lingering smile when he spoke to Ling Qingyu, all the anger dissipated immediately, and he said with a smile: "Mr. Master!"
"Hey! Mr. Cheng!" Mr. Zheng yelled while shaking his fat body and rushed over, directly took Cheng Jia's hand and squeezed it tightly while saying: "Today I finally let me see the real everyone! I don't know Mr. Cheng now Where can I get a job? But there are still paintings willing to sell? Zheng must... "
"I'm sorry, Mr. Zheng," Cheng Jia smiled lightly, withdrew her hand, and said, "Ms. Cheng's paintings are under the management of Ms. Ling, and they are not for commercial use."
"Miss Ling?" Boss Zheng saw Ling Qingyu whose stiff face had not yet faded away, and immediately shook hands enthusiastically, "Miss Ling, long time no see, how is it? When will you come to play with Uncle Zheng again?"
Ling Qingyu's smile became a little stiff again, Uncle Zheng? My father's company doesn't even count as your little finger. I've never met someone so affectionate. Uncle, is this really okay
Mr. Zheng and Xiang Dongxi were there, and other people who wanted to strike up a conversation retreated. Mr. Wang sighed and asked He Li, "Which academy did you come from, this doctor of Chinese studies? Central Academy of Fine Arts?"
He Li laughed twice, and changed the subject.
After Cheng Jia promised Mr. Zheng to make a green bamboo picture for him to show his integrity, the conversation of this group of people entered an extremely harmonious and intimate atmosphere.
Speaking of the latter, Mr. Zheng directly patted the table to express his opinion. We will cooperate with each other in future projects. It just so happens that their group also wants to change to culture. A community with culture and connotation is in line with the trend of the times. There is Mr. Cheng who is proficient in ancient Chinese culture. Participation of those real estate projects will be a subversive upgrade.
When several people were toasting, there was a noise from the entrance of the banquet hall.
"What's the matter?" Boss Zheng asked the waiter very displeased.
The waiter's face became stiff, and he said in a low voice, "It's the third wife of the Rong family..."
The Rong family? Mr. Zheng frowned. Although the third wife was a collateral, the Rong family could not be offended. He looked at Qi You with a questioning look in his 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 and have a look."
Mr. Zheng snorted and stood up, and the rest of the people followed along to watch the excitement.
There was a farce going on at the door.
Third Mrs. Rong's red cheongsam neckline was pulled open, revealing half of her chest. She was holding a young man's thigh tightly with blurred eyes, and she was still screaming, "Kiss, don't go away."
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 took care of our brother, but we just agreed to come to the reception, but when we arrived Here, she is going to pull us into the room, this is not going to happen, we will confiscate the money!"
The other two men beside him also nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes!"
The person in charge of the Jintai Fund saw more and more people, but Mrs. Rong San was holding on to the legs of the people, and the sweat broke out on her face. She winked at several waiters and said, "Hurry up and send Madam Rong to rest." !"
The waiters didn't hesitate anymore, they stepped forward and pulled Mrs. Rong San's arm, and dragged her away desperately, but Mrs. Rong San's fingers were all pinched into the man's flesh, and she didn't let go, and she still yelled: "Little girl!" Heart, my sister loves you! You have no future with that poor woman, you follow me, whatever you want, my sister will give you!"
A person walked quickly from the corridor, blocked her mouth with the handkerchief in his hand, and pulled him up directly. His eyes paused on Ling Qingyu behind Mr. Zheng, and he nodded slightly, and then said to the humanity who followed him: "Take the third wife back."
"It's okay, it's okay, let's continue! Let's start shooting the third picture!" The host hurriedly greeted the crowd who were all crowded at the door and even took photos with their mobile phones to go back.