Chapter 39

"Er..." Those painters were thought that Zhao Wenhao was just a symbolic boast at most, or just a change of expression. Who knows how he had such a big reaction.

What? What is it? Didn't you see his hands and legs shaking with excitement? If this can be pretended, it is estimated that Zhao Wenhao can consider abandoning business and entering the performing arts circle!

Seeing Zhao Wenhao's excited look, we all know that this is definitely not a fake. Is it true that this boy has painted something extraordinary?

Thinking about it, Bai Lao and all the painters leaned towards Zhao Wenhao. As soon as they had a look, they couldn't help taking a breath.

"Hiss"

"I'll go! It's a miracle

"How beautiful! It's more addictive than Mona Lisa's tears

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"Su Xiaoyou, where did you get this miracle? What's its name? " Bai Lao excitedly grabbed Su Xiao's hands and said that his fiery eyes made Su Xiao's Chrysanthemum tighten, and his whole body got goose bumps

"Er, cough, this is my own painting. I haven't thought about the name yet." Su said with a smile, covered with black thread, quietly pulled his hand out of the shaking hands of Bai Lao.

"What?! You said you painted it yourself? " Bai Lao realized his indecency and laughed awkwardly. However, he reacted quickly and almost jumped up and cried in excitement.

Not only Bai Lao, but also Zhao Wenhao.

The level of this painting has already far exceeded that of Bai Lao. It is clear that it takes decades to create a painting. If it is not inappropriate, he really wants to see if Su Xiao is an old monster who has returned to his old age.

"You fart! Can you draw a book like this? I don't believe it. This painting may be stolen from anywhere. I'll call the police and arrest you

Zhao Tiancheng thinks that he has uncovered Su Xiao's background. He points to Su Xiao and shouts, which makes Su Xiao turn black.

He has been merciful, and now this person is still unkind, and Zhao Wenhao has been thinking silently.

If he believed his words, I'm afraid he would criticize Zhao Tiancheng's words on the spot. Now he is silent, which means that he is also very suspicious of Su Xiao.

Even Bai Lao also held the painting and lowered his head to think about something. He didn't know whether it was too deep or whether he also doubted Su Xiao.

Think of here, Su Xiao heart can not help a cold, a nameless fire in the chest rose in an instant.

"Good! Since you don't believe me, I just think there is something missing in this painting. If I don't add something, I always feel imperfect, incomplete and uncomfortable! Now I'll redo the painting for you on the spot, OK? " Su laughs angrily, and says with a little sarcasm.

No wonder I haven't heard the prompt sound of the system for a long time. It turns out that these people haven't admitted their cultural attainments up to now. Well, today let's see what a real master is!

"No way!" Zhao Wenhao was the first to express his opposition. He loved the famous painting very much. He had already loved it. He knew and understood the value of it. How could he allow this boy to act like this?

"Yes, Su Xiaoyou, let's forget it. You see, this painting is perfect to the extreme. One more stroke and one less stroke are incomplete!" Bai Lao is also aware of his just distrust of Su Xiao, with an apologetic look at Su Xiao said.

"Yes, yes! This painting is so good, how can you insult it? "

"It's a treasure of art! We're going to protect him! "

"Yes! That's right

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Su Xiao looked coldly at the noisy painters around him, but he couldn't laugh or cry at the thought that they would not let themselves destroy the painting they created.

"Ha ha, I think you are all mistaken. I brought this painting with me. Of course, I have the right to do anything about it. I'm afraid it's you!"

Su xiaoangtou said, took the painting from the hands of the helpless people, went to the workbench, spread it on, picked up a black sketch pencil and drew it.

Many artists can't help but cover their eyes. They seem to have seen a perfect work of art destroyed by Su Xiao. Only Bai Lao and Zhao Wenhao stand behind Su Xiao with pale faces, watching Su Xiao's flexible hands act recklessly on the drawing paper.

I hope he doesn't change too much, they thought.

"It's amazing how it should be!" With the continuous operation of the brush in Su Xiao's hand, Bai Lao first gave an exclamation, which attracted the painters around him to come up and see what Su Xiao had changed the miracle into.

"Hiss!" It's another sound of air-conditioning. With the wildness of Su Xiao's brush, two pairs of black wings appear behind the empty angel.

Two pairs of wings, almost half the body length of the goddess of peace, spread across the whole painting paper and scattered in the air in pieces of gray feathers.All of a sudden, a sharp sword fiercely inserted in the angel's left heart, the angel's brow slightly wrinkled up, the dark side constantly eroded the white side of hope.

Everyone seemed to see the great suffering and grief brought by the war. At last, the darkness stopped when it eroded two thirds of the body of the angel

Su Xiao looked up at Zhao Wenhao, Zhao Tiancheng, Bai Lao and the painters, who were all intoxicated in the painting, and the corners of his mouth slowly curved.

One hand claw shape, flat on the pigment board, water control launch!

The pearly colored pigments floated slowly above Su Xiao's right hand in drops. They were colorful and dazzling, just like the bright moon and stars.

"Whew!" Su Xiao's fingers pop up, and two drops of sea blue pigment fall under the angel's eyes, forming sapphire like tears, which makes the angel more lifelike.

The finishing touch! These four words come to mind in all the people present, wonderful! How wonderful!

All of a sudden, Su Xiao's eyes were sharp, and his right hand waved toward the sky. The paint that had been floating in the air poured down on the paper like rain. Every drop was evenly fused with the paper, and did not touch the skirt of the angel.

A bloody background image of moza Castle Peak slowly emerges, which makes the pure white angel with little hope become more flexible, completely beyond the monotony and composition just before modification.

"Pa Pa Pa!" Bai Lao first reacted, wiped the corners of his eyes, full of excited tears, and took the lead in clapping.

Then the reaction of the crowd can't help but clap, even Zhao Tiancheng has been scared to sit on the ground, half a day speechless.

It's not only art, but also the process of creation. It's much more magnificent than the work itself. Now it's a great honor for these artists to see a miracle created in front of their own eyes!

"What? What do you think? Say, ah, don't look at me, say, what do you think Su xiaolanglang sat on the boss's chair in front of the work table with her legs crossed. She looked at Zhao Wenhao with a smile on her face. They all said that there was not a trace of concentration and arrogance in her creation.

"Well, cough Mr. Su, I'm sorry. I'm sorry for what I did! " Zhao Wenhao lowered his head and said in a low voice.

"Ah, don't talk about these useless superficial words. I've already said it. It's my original work. Tut Tut, the dog's eyes are low." Su said with a smile, looking at Zhao Tiancheng sitting on the ground.

"Well, Mr. Su, look When are you going to auction this painting? " Zhao Wenhao completely ignored each other's disdainful eyes and asked.

"What auction? When did I say auction? " Su Xiao asked knowingly.

"Keke, Mr. Su is really joking. Didn't we agree at the beginning? If you want to buy this painting at ten times the price, please make a price quickly Zhao Wenhao said with a smile.

Zhao Wenhao has long felt that Su Xiao's identity is not right. There are only two possibilities for ordinary people to dare to speak to themselves as they did just now. One is that he has a stronger card than himself, and the other is that he has a brain disease. Fortunately, Zhao Wenhao chose to believe in the former, which did not offend Su Xiao to death.

It's time for the Zhao family to build up their strength, break through the cocoon and be reborn. They can't tolerate any mistakes. Facts have proved that Su Xiao is definitely not as simple as a salesman.

I'm afraid that as long as he shows his face in the international painting world and takes out a few paintings casually, a large number of people will help him destroy himself, let alone teach this abnormal family!

Thinking of this, Zhao Wenhao can't help but feel relieved and glared at Zhao Tiancheng. The boy almost brought disaster to his family!

When you go back, you must talk to the elder of your family. Let the boy go while he's gone. Don't follow him!

Su Xiao doesn't know that his identity has become more and more complicated in Zhao Wenhao's eyes. What he cares about is the prompt sound of the system:

"Ding! Battle of name rectification, mission completed! 100% of the achievement, and get a reward: upgrade the primary art talent to the intermediate art talent -- the window of the soul. "

A huge amount of art knowledge poured into Su Xiao's mind. The strong sense of syncope brought him nearly fell down. He shook his head and searched for new abilities in his mind.

The window of the soul: glasses are the window of the soul. The works of art created by intermediate art talent will be highly ornamental, making the viewer's inner world feel never happy and relaxed. Long term appreciation has the effect of prolonging life and rejuvenating youth!

"I'll go. I'm so fierce. It's not a system product. Isn't the talent of advanced art going against the sky?" Su Xiao exclaimed in her heart.