Chapter 519: Painting death penalty

"Who are you, what are the qualifications for my painting?"
Qin Wenyi asked.
"Yan Zhongfan Ming, nickname Nanshan layman!"
The old man turned his hands back and looked up, proudly.
"Hey, what Nanshan lays, all the vulgar, not worthy of commenting on Qin's paintings."
Qin Wenyi smiled and snorted.
"Oh, I laughed, Fan Lao is not qualified to comment on your paintings?"
"Do you know who he is?"
"Fan Lao is the master of Chinese painting at Jiangdong National Treasures. He is also the honorary president of the Jiangdong Provincial Painting Association and one of the judges of this exhibition."
Liu Hongwen introduced it to the side.
"Polite, polite, Fan Mouguo did not dare to act, in Jiangdong, it is a little bit fame."
Fan Zhongming is polite on the surface, and his face is proud of his color, but it is difficult to cover up.
"Oh, it turned out to be Fan Lao!"
"I have heard that, after the paintings reviewed by his old man, the value of the best is soaring dozens of times, and the inferior is no longer in the first place."
"The eyes of his old man can be said to be the top domestic paintings and famous paintings!"
In the crowd, Fan Zhongming’s name was heard and he was amazed.
"This arrogant Mr. Qin, take your garbage painting and roll it!"
"If you wait until the exhibition, you can't pass Fan and I, and staying will only be more shameful!"
Gu Qiuping laughed.
"Mom, Fan Lao, you can't do this, you can't, why don't you give Wenyi a chance?"
Liu Wei desperately cried.
With Fan Zhongming's influence in the art world, this public comment undoubtedly sentenced Qin Wenyi's painting career to death.
Since then, no matter how good he is, it is very difficult to have a good day.
You must know that today, in addition to the people in the painting world, there are many bosses.
Fan Lao’s opening, Qin Wenyi wants to get packaged, popular, and hopeless.
"There is no eye!"
"Snobbery!"
"You have tarnished the art world, it is not worth talking about painting, and it is not enough to comment on my painting!"
"Qin Mou and Er are waiting for you!"
Qin Wenyi’s hand holding the scroll was trembling, the blood of the full body, the hope of the full face, was actually destroyed by these two eyesless people.
Too cruel!
Too bad!
His proud heart can be embarrassed by this little man.
He has a picture of love, and it is what these people can do.
"Mom, dead scorpion, the tone is quite mad, dare to despise my Chinese painting circle, I will tear your paintings today!"
Liu Hongwu robbed Qin Wenyi's paintings with a savage temper.
"Don't, don't, that's my life, I can't tear it, I can't tear it."
Qin Wenyi struggled to win back, but was stopped by the bodyguards on the side.
"What you want today is your life, hehe!"
Liu Hongwu laughed like a demon, and shredded Qin Wenyi's most precious picture of his life.
At that moment, his mind was blank.
Memory and thoughts seem to be all at this moment, and they are stripped of life and death.
what!
"why why?"
Qin Wenyi issued a painful, helpless, painful mourning.
"Give me a fight!"
Liu Hongwu waved a hand, and several bodyguards rushed forward, playing and smashing again. Finally, Sheng Wenyi was carried and thrown out from the gate.
"Gone!"
"My painting is gone!"
"Hey, why should I be so tortured, so painful!"
"Why do I have to be deprived of my last dignity and a trace of concern?"
Qin Wenyi held the picture of the tip of the iceberg in his hand and shed tears. Like losing his soul, he went to his home.
The hopes of coming and the embarrassment of the future are all broken.
He ended up with nothing but waste.
The painting is gone, he promised Liu Wei, the future hope of the future child is gone!
After suffering for so many years, at this moment, his spirit is completely drained and stripped. Looking at the dilapidated house on the wall of his family, he cried and mourned like a madman.
"After that, what do I want for this ink?"
Qin Wenyi frowned and slammed the brush on his hand!
......
Shuiyue International Painting Exhibition Hall.
Yin Fan and an old man with a white hair and a small donkey are respectfully following the young man's side.
On the promenade, the professional lighting is on the frame that has just been decorated, reflecting the pleasing luster.
This gallery is the most famous watermoon gallery in the exhibition hall. Only the works of the top masters of the domestic art scene are eligible to be placed here.
At this moment, a picture of a desolate, majestic scroll is placed on the water gallery, there is no master's stamp on it, and there is no cool title!
"Mr. Qi, how do you see these paintings?"
Qin Lan asked while walking.
"Autumn frost and snow, sadness and boldness, such as the words of Xin Gong, shocked, thunderous, and shocking, sorrowful!"
"It can be seen that the person who paints is based on the state of mind and does not deliberately use a knife and axe. It is called a holy hand."
Qi Daqian walked along the side.
"Qi Shi, you are not trying to marry Hou Ye's remedy, say good things."
Yin Fan helped the old man and laughed.
Qi Daqian waved his hand and handed it to Qin Yu: "Qin Hou Rushen ~ EbookFREE.me~ itself is also a painting hand, the old man's eyesight frame, dare to throw ugly in front of Hou."
Qin Xiaoxin laughed and said: "This art scene, you have to be a teacher, you have the final say, I am not good to do this."
Qi Daqian, the president of the Huaxia National Painting Association, the world-class art master and artist, has been hailed as one of the most outstanding art masters in the world for nearly 50 years.
Regarding his legend in the art world, it is three days and three nights, and almost all the famous masters in China today are his disciples.
When he arrived at this status, he was pleased to move him, and there was only Qinhou who was famous in the world.
During the talk, Yin Fan looked at the watch, "Hou Ye, it’s time to start."
After that, I rushed to the side of the squatting road: "Hey, Lord, you go to the hall to see, the second is coming. Tonight, Hou Ye has exhausted his mind, can't mess up."
You must know that in order to arrange this exhibition, Qin Hao first let Liu Wei get the painting, and personally pretend, etc., all day, until now, even the saliva did not have time to drink.
Just to give him a surprise for the two uncles!
"Hou Ye, Yin Shao, you can rest assured, Qian Xi stared at it below, and then said, Erye has a special letter, this time I am afraid I will arrive early."
He Hu smiled happily, then pointed to the intercom: "Qian Xi, come to the water gallery."
Qian Xi came very soon and quickly said hello to everyone.
"Is it true?"
Asked the tiger.
"Two lords, which two lords, too many people, the younger brother really does not know..."
Qian Xi scratched his head with ignorance and was distressed.
The tiger only confessed to him, he had to treat the second master well, but he did not tell him. Who is the second grandfather? Qian Xi is also in the hall with a big eye and a small eye.
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