He quickly rubbed his eyes, then looked as if he had seen a ghost.
"This...this...this shrimp..."
A shrimp painting lay quietly in a pile of waste paper. The five large shrimp on it looked so lifelike that he thought several times that someone had lost real shrimp in his studio.
Li Jingchang was trembling all over. Someone of his stature, who would remain calm even if Mount Tai collapsed before him, could not resist his hobbies and interests, just like a national president who likes to follow celebrities.
He carefully picked up the painting, as if afraid it would suddenly disappear. As the vice chairman of the National Fine Arts Association, although it was a position that was only forcibly placed on him and his own painting skills were not very good, it did not hinder his vision.
This shrimp painting is so amazing it would shock the world. When has Earth ever seen such a masterpiece?
"What a waste! What a waste!"
Li Jingchang almost cried. Such a national treasure-level masterpiece of painting was just thrown into the trash heap. Who was the bastard who did this? He wanted to strangle the person.
"Dad, what are you doing, shouting like that?"
Just then, Li Qingning walked in, looking at her father with suspicion.
Unexpectedly, when Li Jingchang saw Li Qingning enter, he became so excited that he became incoherent.
"Qingning, tell me quickly, while I was away from home, did any famous artists visit me or enter my studio?"
Li Qingning frowned, thought for a moment, and then shook her head.
"No."
No? Li Jingchang was somewhat disappointed, but the next second, he was stunned.
"Oh, right, I brought Chen Feng here before. He seems to have drawn a few shrimp. I think they were quite good."
"What did you say?"
Li Jingchang stared at Li Qingning in disbelief, then took out a picture of shrimp. "Is this it? Ah, is it?"
"Yes...yes, Dad, what's wrong? Is there something wrong with this shrimp picture?"
“Oh my god, this is a big problem, daughter. Do you know that this shrimp painting can be rated as a national treasure? It is a painting that has shocked the world.”
"Chen Feng, Chen Feng, no, I must see this person! Someone come here! Someone come here..."
Li Jingchang rushed out of the room, leaving Li Qingning standing inside, completely bewildered, her father's words still echoing in her ears.
"This is a national treasure-level painting."
"Wow, he's this good at drawing too?"
Li Qingning blinked, then looked down at the paintbrush on the table and fell into deep thought.
......
Not far from the Dadi Real Estate Sales Center in Chengdu-Chongqing City, Chen Feng got out of a taxi wearing a pair of worn-out slippers and carrying a tattered white fertilizer bag.
"How much, sir?"
"two hundred."
"What? Two hundred? I took a car from Chenghua Avenue, it's at most ten kilometers from here, and you want two hundred?"
Chen Feng, wearing a mask and with his eyes blazing with anger, thought, "This is outrageous! They're ripping me off like this!"
Unexpectedly, the driver was not only unafraid, but also arrogantly said: "Charging you two hundred is not enough. You poor country bumpkin, this is the first time I've seen someone carrying a bag of live chickens to take a taxi."
He seemed to get angrier and angrier as he spoke, "You fucking come closer and smell it, it smells like chicken shit, how am I supposed to attract customers? Two hundred yuan is already me being merciful, pay up and get lost."
"I must have forgotten to check the almanac before going out today. To run into a stupid country bumpkin like you is such bad luck!"
The driver was swearing and looked impatient.
How can you tolerate this? Calling someone poor is one thing, but did I, a country bumpkin, dig up your ancestral graves?
"Brother, if that's how you put it, then I really can't give you this money."
"Yo ho!"
The driver burst out laughing. How could a country bumpkin be so arrogant? He'd been ripping off rural people for years and had never met one who dared to refuse to pay.
He straightened his blue shirt, spat on his bald head and wiped it, then got out of the car.
He opened the trunk, took out a nunchaku from 1982, and walked menacingly toward Chen Feng. His fierce face inspired fear.
He glared at Chen Feng with a fierce expression and said, "What did you say, you little brat? I didn't hear you."
Chen Feng laughed. This kind of posture is really effective at scaring ordinary people, but unfortunately he is not ordinary.
"What? You're ripping off customers, and now you want to hit them?"
"Holy shit..."
The driver was clearly not a good guy. He picked up the nunchucks and started groaning. He actually made a move. He was obviously a repeat offender.
Not only did he hit people, but he also tried to stand on the moral high ground, shouting as he struck, "Why did you take a taxi if you don't have money? Not only do you not pay, but you also have no manners at all. I'm teaching you a lesson on behalf of your parents."
The onlookers started pointing and whispering, but seeing that although the driver was aggressive, he was in the right and hadn't actually hit anyone, they dispersed.
But the driver became more and more frightened as he hit the other person. What the hell was going on? He hit him for a long time, and he was exhausted, but he couldn't even touch the hem of the other person's clothes. The other person dodged him completely.
"You little brat, you think you can play kung fu with me? If you've got guts, don't hide."
Chen Feng easily dodged the driver's attack and laughed, "Do I look like a fool to you?"
Finally, the driver was exhausted and slumped over the front of the car, panting heavily, but he still refused to give up and kept making threats.
"You son of a bitch, I'm going to beat you up today even if it costs me nothing. You wait, I'm going to rest for a bit, I'm too damn tired."
After saying that, without waiting for Chen Feng's reaction, he took out his phone, opened a video with music, and then closed his eyes.
"When the moonlight falls on my face..."
Wait, isn't this praying to Buddha? Could this guy be one of my fans?
Chen Feng carried a fertilizer bag on his back, and the chickens inside were clucking.
"This song is great!"
"good?"
The driver opened his eyes, his face full of disdain, "What do you know about songs, you country bumpkin? This is my great Fengshen's 'Seeking Buddha,' a divine song! You insult my divine song with a single 'not bad,' you deserve to die."
This really amused Chen Feng. He had originally intended to teach the driver a lesson today, but for the sake of praying to Buddha, he decided to let it go.
So he took out two hundred yuan, put it on the front of the car, and patted the driver on the shoulder.
"You're right, I also really like Chen Feng, his songs are truly divine."
Then, amidst the driver's bewildered gaze, we headed towards the real estate center.
The driver took a while to realize what was going on. He was suddenly being paid. Was he also from a tornado?
Tornado is a fan group for Chen Feng that was spontaneously formed by netizens on the Internet, and the driver is one of its members.
When Chen Feng arrived at the entrance of Dadi Real Estate, the two ladies in cheongsams and stockings who were greeting him just a moment ago changed their expressions the moment they saw Chen Feng.
How did a masked man wearing tattered slippers, carrying a fertilizer bag, and whose stench of chicken manure could be smelled from a distance end up at a real estate sales center?
However, as professional greeters who had undergone specialized training, they still managed to show a slight smile and take a few steps back.
Chen Feng saw everything but didn't care. He was there to buy a house, after all, he would be staying in Chengdu and Chongqing for a long time, and staying in hotels all the time wasn't a good idea.
As for his attire, it wasn't that he was trying to play dumb to fool others; rather, his elderly mother was used to a hard life and couldn't bear to see him waste money, so when his shoes were worn out, he simply bought a pair of slippers. As for the chicken, there's no need to say more; anyone with a home in the countryside understands.
He just walked in, and the hostesses didn't stop him. After all, they had different roles; they were only responsible for greeting guests and didn't care whether you were a person or a dog.
"Hey...hey...what are you doing?"
As soon as Chen Feng stepped into the sales hall, a sharp voice rang out.
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