Suddenly, he felt the once quiet village erupt in noise. People were shouting and muttering, "My God, how is this possible? It's unbelievable! How could it be him? Ah..."
He stopped painting, went out the door, and saw that the painters who used to be engrossed in their work were all running out. Their faces were flushed, and some even looked terrified, as if they had seen something that frightened them.
"I've painted all my life, but in the end it's all for nothing. How sad and lamentable."
"Is it really true that talent can't be compensated for by time? He's only in his twenties, yet he's become the pioneer of hyperrealism in painting, while us... sigh."
"I never imagined that the master I admired was actually him, hahaha."
Seeing everyone talking nonsense and feeling somewhat bewildered, he didn't know what had happened.
"Old Xu, what are you all doing?"
One of the men, with a disheveled appearance and long hair, looked at the cold-faced man with lifeless eyes and said, "You don't know?"
"Know what?"
"The author of 'Apple Picture' has been revealed. Do you know who it is?"
"who?"
"Haha... It's Chen Feng, Chen Feng... He's a greenhorn who has left us far behind."
"Chen Feng?"
"That's Chen Feng, the legendary singer and judge in the Chinese music scene. Don't you love listening to his 'Twilight' song the most? Hahaha, do you find it ironic? Shocking?"
Old Xu burst into laughter when he saw Leng Jun's sudden loss of spirit.
Boom!
At this moment, in Leng Jun's mind, endless thunder rumbled, and he could no longer perceive any sound from the outside world.
Chen Feng, it's actually Chen Feng from the music scene! My goodness, how old is he? He's already shocked the world by becoming a music legend, and now, his painting skills...
Leng Jun plopped down on the ground, unable to recover for a long time.
This time, Chen Feng brought the world a sense of fear rather than surprise. A 25-year-old pioneer painter, something that has never happened before in human history.
After figuring out who Chen Feng was, the entire audience, including Faxi Guo, a certain center, Fan Gao, and a group of painters, were petrified. Their mouths were agape, as if frozen in place.
"This is incredible! Just who is this Chen Feng? I must go and pay him a visit."
After a long time, Fan Gao slowly spoke.
Such scenes are common in other countries. The revelation of Chen Feng's identity as the author of "Apple Picture" stirred up a huge storm.
In the Huayu office, Yang Zhiming's newly hired female secretary made him a cup of coffee; he was in a good mood.
After all, she had made a bet with Chen Feng, and she was certain of winning no matter how she looked at it. Since she had the advantage, what was not to like?
He had actually been arguing with Chen Feng online, and it was intentional; he was secretly overjoyed.
You little piece of trash, you're utterly clueless. You really think you're all-powerful? You even dare to boast that you'll win the art competition. If you can win the championship... no... no... if you can even draw, I'll call you daddy.
Yang Zhi thought to himself, picked up his coffee and took a sip. It was bitter, but he felt sweet inside.
This time, he felt that Chen Feng was definitely going to call him grandpa.
Just as I was feeling happy, suddenly, the door was opened.
"Mr. Yang, the author of the 'Apple Picture' has been officially identified. You...you should take a look, right?"
Yang Zhi nodded, looking at the reporter with displeasure: "Why the hell do you look so grumpy? Did your mother die or did you get divorced? Smile for me."
"Heh...ha...hehe!"
The reporter immediately laughed, quite naturally. "I've been wanting to laugh for a while now, bro. My ugly face isn't because of myself, it's because of you!"
The reporter closed the door and left, which left Yang Zhi somewhat bewildered, because he had never seen someone with an unpleasant expression and obvious bad mood suddenly smile so naturally.
He entered the password and turned on the computer. He wasn't really interested in the author of "Apple Picture." Anyway, it's an art world matter, and it doesn't have much to do with his work.
"Let me see, is it really possible for such an old man to create such a masterpiece?"
He muttered to himself, sipping his coffee with one hand and moving the mouse to open the official website with the other. Then, he saw a name that was all too familiar to him: Chen Feng.
"Hmm? Chen Feng?"
Who is Chen Feng?
Yang Zhi's mind suddenly went blank, and he was momentarily confused.
Pfft!
He sprayed coffee from his mouth, all over the floor and his computer. But that wasn't all; his hands trembled, and his body swayed uncontrollably as the hot, thick coffee spilled out and poured directly into his crotch.
"Ah...my bird...ah...."
Yang Zhi screamed in agony, his voice filled with misery.
None of the employees outside dared to go in; their faces all showed sympathy.
"Impossible, how could this be? I didn't sleep well last night, my eyes are blurry, and everyone looks like Chen Feng to me."
After taking off his pants and calming down, Yang Zhi firmly believed that he had just misread the image.
So he continued to sit in the chair and slowly looked around.
After a moment, he rubbed his eyes, continued watching, and rubbed his eyes again.
Finally, his muscles were trembling, his scalp was so numb he could no longer feel it, and he slapped himself across the face because he still refused to believe what he was seeing.
My face hurts, it burns, and it's swollen.
He didn't know how much time had passed when he suddenly felt utterly hopeless and collapsed on the ground, sobbing uncontrollably. It was unclear whether he was angry or had hit himself.
This time, he knew he was completely finished. When did that bastard Chen Feng learn to draw? Did he start practicing in the womb?
"No...none of this is real...I'm dreaming...I'm dreaming."
Yang Zhi is mentally unstable and somewhat insane. Not only him, but at this moment, in a villa, Na Ying is being rescued.
If we could turn back time, just half an hour ago, Na-young was still enthusiastically talking on the phone with Yang Zhi.
The gist of it is: Congratulations to Yang Zhi for tricking that idiot Chen Feng. No matter how you look at it, Chen Feng is destined to lose this bet.
After hanging up the phone, she suddenly had a flash of inspiration. She seemed to have discovered a great opportunity to make money. Since she had plenty of resources, why not take advantage of it?
That is, to take this opportunity to make a bet, the bet between Yang Zhi, the director of Huayu Entertainment, and Chen Feng, who do you think will win?
Why not use this gimmick to start a gambling operation? She knew some bosses back in the day, such as Baijiali and Haoli Group.
She made a phone call, chatted for a long time, and finally, they hit it off immediately.
Na-young herself even bet 100 million on Yang Zhi, which was all the cash she had.
Soon, in just five minutes, the new gambling project was launched globally, especially in China, where almost everyone's mobile phone saw the pop-up window, which was very expensive.
Everyone was very interested when they saw it. Investing in Chen Feng would win with odds of ten times, while investing in Yang Zhi would win with odds of one time.
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