Chapter 586

When someone said that he wanted to paint on the spot, a low roar of laughter rang out on all sides. President Zheng's face darkened directly, and he repeatedly shouted to show him what the person who dared to compare with Master Zhang drew was.

The painting was soon set up, and the light was also on the table. In order to show caution, even the four treasures of the study were high-end goods provided by President Zheng.

Cheng Jia took off her coat and let Ling Qingyu hold it. She rolled up the sleeves of her white shirt, revealing a pair of slender hands as white as jade bones, and then got up and walked to the stage.

Seeing that Ling Qingyu was not worried at all, Hua Dong leaned close to her ear and asked, "is it OK?" Master Zhang is a master of traditional Chinese painting. He has been one of the most famous painters in the past 20 years. A painting has to be millions.

Ling Qingyu smiled and whispered, "look."

Although it was a shirt and trousers, the young man walked out of the air. When he stood in front of the painting, rolled up his sleeve and gently ground it with ink, the unparalleled elegance immediately shocked everyone.

Even the originally angry president Zheng put down his fists. It doesn't matter if such a person is more rampant. If he wants to, he might as well push him.

Therefore, no matter what era, good looks and good looks always take advantage.

After taking a look at the lotus Koi painted by the master, Cheng Jia smiled at the corners of her mouth and became familiar with her brushwork. Then, with a flick, she drew the same one.

The crowd was still impressed by his style when he wrote, and even the host was stunned. After Cheng Jia called three times, he woke up and walked over.

After taking a look at the painting on the painting table and then looking back at Master Zhang's painting, the host's face was shocked, admired and worshipped. After someone shouted below, he was busy directing the person to put the painting together with Master Zhang's painting.

Two of the same paintings were juxtaposed. After the lights were turned on, the whole banquet hall was silent.

Master Zhang's painting is very elegant, with ink lotus dots and Koi swimming in it. It's a very beautiful scene.

The lower pair is the same, but the ink lotus is alive, as if dancing in the wind, and the koi is moving, as if wagging its tail to drill down into the lotus.

The composition is the same, but the following one is just a few strokes, which not only outlines the painting, but also vividly shows the painting.

Stand up and down!

"A million! I want this painting!" There was a roar below, and all kinds of voices began to ring out.

Almost instantly, the price of the painting reached three million yuan. Ling Qingyu, who had no time to raise his hand, was very depressed. Seeing that the last awl was five million yuan, President Zheng could only follow others and reluctantly put down his hand.

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

As Cheng Jia put down his sleeve, he smiled at the people on both sides who constantly handed him business cards and wanted to make friends. He went straight back to Ling Qingyu, looked at her mouth and smiled, "forget it, this composition book is not good, if you like it, go back and draw a room for you."

Xiang Dongxi had a dark face and his hair was burning with anger. Seeing Cheng Jia's shallow but endless smile when he spoke to Ling Qingyu, all the fire immediately disappeared, laughing, "Mr. Cheng is really an expert!"

auzw. Com "Hey, Mr. Cheng!" Mr. Zheng rushed over while shouting and shaking his fat body. He directly picked up Cheng Jia's hand and clenched it while saying, "today, I finally saw the real people! I don't know where Mr. Cheng is now? But there are paintings willing to sell? Mr. Zheng must..."

"Sorry, Mr. Zheng," Cheng Jia smiled calmly, pulled back his hand, and said, "Cheng's paintings are managed by Miss Ling and are not used for commercial purposes."

"Miss Ling?" President Zheng saw Ling Qingyu, whose face was stiff and had not yet faded, and immediately shook hands warmly and said, "Miss Ling, I haven't seen you for a long time. How about that? When will you come to play with Uncle Zheng?"

Lingqingyu's smile is a little stiff again, uncle Zheng? My father's company is not even your little finger. I've never met anyone so intimate, uncle, is this really OK?

There was general manager Zheng Xiang Dongxi, and other people who wanted to chat up retreated. General manager Wang sighed and asked he Li, "which college did this doctor of Sinology come from? The Central Academy of fine arts?"

He Li laughed twice and turned away from the topic.

After Cheng Jia promised president Zheng to make a picture of green bamboo to show his integrity, the conversation among the people in this circle entered a very harmonious and intimate atmosphere.

Speaking later, President Zheng directly patted the table and said that in the future projects, everyone would work together. It happened that their group also wanted to change to culture. Only communities with culture and connotation were in line with the trend of the times. With the participation of Mr. Cheng, who was proficient in ancient Chinese culture, it would be a subversive improvement for those buildings.

Several people were raising their glasses when there was a noise at the door of the banquet hall.

"What is it?" President Zheng was very unhappy and asked the waiter.

The waiter looked stiff and whispered, "it's the third wife of the Rong family..."

Rong Jia? President Zheng frowned. Although the third wife was a collateral, the Rong family could not offend him, and asked Qi you in his eyes.

Today is the home of Jintai fund. The biggest GP behind them is Rong Jia. It's reasonable 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 him to see the excitement.

A farce is being staged at the door.

Mrs. Rong San's red cheongsam collar opened and half of her chest came out. Her eyes mistily pulled a young man's thigh, and she still shouted, kiss and don't go.

The young man's face was full of embarrassment, facing more and more people gathered: "it's none of my business! Today, Mrs. Rong wrapped up our brother, but we just promised to follow to the reception, but here, she will pull us into the room. Is it OK? Let's confiscate the money!"

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

The head of Jintai fund saw more and more people, but Mrs. Rong San just kept dragging people's legs, and sweat came out on her face. She winked at several waiters and said, "send Mrs. Rong to rest!"

Without hesitation, several waiters came forward and pulled Mrs. Rong San's arm, desperately dragging her away, but Mrs. Rong San pinched her fingers into the man's flesh, but she didn't let go, and shouted, "little heart, my sister loves you! You can't have a future with that poor woman. Follow me, and my sister will give you whatever you want!"

A man came quickly from the corridor. His handkerchief blocked her mouth and pulled the man up directly. His eyes paused on Ling Qingyu behind President Zheng, nodded slightly, and then said to the man who followed him, "take the third wife back."

"It's okay, it's okay, everyone continue! Let's start shooting the third painting!" The host quickly called all the people who were crowded at the door and even had been photographed with their mobile phones back.