Chapter 162 Let the Bullets Fly



At this moment, Chen Feng was watching the news with great interest, very calm, not worried at all about things getting out of hand. Of course, even if things didn't end well, it was none of his business.

On the contrary, he was quite happy and joked that his hyper-realistic painting skills were mistaken for photographs. What does that prove? It proves that the painting is good.

Why do I feel like laughing?

Li Qingning looked at Chen Feng with a hint of schadenfreude.

"Laugh if you want to. I don't believe that with so many people on Earth, none of them noticed anything amiss."

As Chen Feng spoke, he also began to post comments on his personal account.

"The apple picture looks great today."

He only said that one sentence, but his popularity and influence in China are currently very strong. Soon, fans saw the post and started commenting.

"Fengshen, this isn't an apple picture, it's a photograph."

"Fengshen, don't you read the news? Saying things like that will make people think you're very uncultured."

"Fengshen is a music legend, but it's normal that he doesn't appreciate art. I don't blame him. But I should correct you, this is a photograph."

"So Chen Feng isn't all-powerful after all. How come he can't tell the difference between a photograph and a painting?"

......

At 2 p.m., Zhao Yashuang came out of the police station. She let out a long sigh of relief. After giving a statement all night, she finally proved her innocence.

Now, she needs to rush to the People's Hospital immediately. According to the information from the police, Lin Yun was lucky and managed to save her life, but it is still uncertain whether she has suffered any other injuries.

She hailed a taxi and headed towards the hospital. On the way, she checked her phone and noticed the incident involving the painting, naturally seeing Chen Feng's comment.

Seeing netizens criticizing him, he felt disdain and thought to himself, "As expected, a bumpkin is a bumpkin; he can't even tell the difference between a painting and a photograph."

Yang Zhi was depressed for several days, keeping a close eye on Chen Feng and Feng Yu's activities. The major crisis facing Huayu at this moment was whether Chen Feng would use his new artists to boost the charts and fulfill the bet they made.

Feng Yu hadn't made any moves in the past few days, but today, he saw Chen Fengfa's post, which made him feel like he had found a treasure. The frustration in his chest finally found an outlet, and he was about to unleash his fury.

"Hehe, you can't even distinguish between photos, yet you post on social media and waste network resources. You don't deserve to be called a master at all."

Chen Feng happened to see this comment, so he replied: "Whether you can tell the difference or not, please use your dog eyes to look at it for a while longer."

Yang Zhi retorted, "If I can't tell the difference, does that mean netizens all over the world can't? Don't think that just because you sing well, you're all-around talented. Do you even know what art is? Do you understand fine arts?"

Chen Feng: "Oh ho, I don't understand? You talk like you know everything, you little trash."

Yang Zhi: "I know more than you. Is this the quality of a top singer? I at least studied art. You, on the other hand, didn't even graduate from university."

Chen Feng: "Sorry, I'm still better than you even though I didn't graduate from university. I can't speak for others, but compared to you, I'm better than you in every way, and I'm even taller than you."

I'll fuck your mother.

When Yang Zhi saw Chen Feng's reply, his face turned green. This unintentionally touched on his weakness. The problem was, he was very curious how Chen Feng knew.

"Heh, since you're so amazing, why don't you go and bring glory to the country? Why don't you paint a few pictures to amaze us?"

Chen Feng: "As you wish, you will be shocked soon. Let the bullets fly for a while."

"I'm so angry!" Yang Zhi looked at Chen Feng's reply, gulped down a glass of water, and then replied fiercely.

"I'd like to see how you manage to shock me, how utterly absurd you are."

The verbal battle between the two once again attracted countless netizens to watch the drama unfold. After all, Chen Feng and Huayu have been at odds for a long time, but this is the first time Chen Feng has been so confrontational.

"Haha, I, the Wind God, can actually fight head-on? This makes his image in my mind shrink instantly."

"That's hilarious! But Fengshen, don't get angry and do anything reckless. Drawing isn't like singing; it requires strong professional guidance and long-term practice. I think you should give up on this."

"Xiao Chen, if we're talking about music, I'd believe you if you said you could beat everyone in the world, but painting is different from music, you can't do that."

"Xiao Chen, I've always supported you, but this time, painting is an art that requires time to mature; it's not something you can just do with talent."

Online, many people are pessimistic about Chen Feng, believing that he has become arrogant after achieving unprecedented success in the music industry, and they all try to dissuade him.

"I admit you're very talented in music, but how dare you claim you can also paint?"

Liu Huan also raised questions at this time.

"Some people shouldn't think they're omnipotent just because they're good at one thing. Such shameless self-praise is not just embarrassing for you alone."

Nayoung also spoke out, saying that after a series of unspoken rules, she is slowly making a comeback.

"Hehe, what do you mean, Chen Feng? You can draw too, and you even amaze people. If you can amaze me in terms of drawing, I'll do a handstand and have diarrhea on live stream."

Zhou Hailong made his entrance and immediately delivered a ruthless blow.

In the Anti-Wind Alliance group, several singers also spoke out.

"This Chen Feng is utterly clueless; I think he's getting more and more arrogant."

"There's nothing we can do; he's become the only true legend in the Chinese music scene. You can't argue with that."

"Sigh... Ever since that bastard Chen Feng suddenly appeared out of nowhere, we've been making less and less money, and nobody listens to our songs anymore."

"Everyone, let's change this, or we'll be eating dirt."

"Director Yang, your nephew, wasn't he always the most enthusiastic? Why didn't he criticize Chen Feng this time, when there was such a good opportunity?"

Yang Zhi stared at the chat history in the group, his face grim, and typed furiously.

"Don't mention that beast, he's in the hospital now."

"Huh? What happened? Are you sick?"

Someone in the group asked with concern.

"Damn it, the evidence shows he was traumatized and suffered carbon monoxide poisoning."

"Ah...suicide..."

Online discussions about the painting continue, and comments about the photographs are sweeping the globe like a tidal wave. But with Van Gogh's commentary, the tide of praise for the masterpiece is even stronger, sweeping back in.

The Chinese Fine Arts Association issued a powerful statement in response to netizens: "Dear netizens around the world, and all friends who have been following the release of the 'Apple Picture' by the Chinese Fine Arts Association, hello everyone!"

Four hours have passed since the Self-Association released the "Apple Image," and it has instantly become a global sensation, something we did not expect.

Moreover, what sparked global discussion was not the incredible drawing skills of the "Apple Picture" itself, but the fact that many netizens mistakenly believed it to be a fake photo fabricated by our association.

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