"Undoubtedly, a painter with such attainments and profound knowledge must be an old artist who has practiced since childhood and is now in his seventies. No one over sixty years old could possibly have such skill."
"It is certain that he is an old painter. Young painters generally cannot have such painting skills. Even the world-renowned genius painter Beethoven did not become famous until he was over forty years old."
"I'm just guessing, this master must be an overseas Chinese who has recently returned to China to participate in a global art competition."
"I suspect it might come from the common people. Great talents have always emerged from the common people. Maybe the art association found an old man from the common people."
The world is stunned by the painting's astonishment and eagerly awaits to learn about the artist's exceptional talent and identity.
Chen Feng directly tagged Yang Zhi, the director of Huayu Entertainment, on his computer: "How about that? Shocked, right? Hahaha!"
Chen Feng's childlike comment instantly sparked laughter and comments from many netizens and fans.
"Hahahaha, I never thought I, the Wind God, had such a childish side. It's hilarious."
"Upstairs, Fengshen is only twenty-five years old, he's still a child, but those last three 'ha' sounds were just too mesmerizing."
"Fengshen is awesome. It seems that Fengshen saw through this as a painting, not a photograph. Only ordinary people like us would make such a fool of ourselves."
"Oh my, this is the first time I've seen Fengshen actively tagging someone online. Director Yang must have turned green with envy."
At this moment, Yang Zhi's face in the office was indeed very green. He was so angry that he wanted to hit someone. Chen Feng was right. He was indeed shocked, and not just slightly.
However, he was very unhappy and began to fight back.
"So what if I'm shocked? You didn't paint this picture, so what are you so smug about? Like I said before, if you're so capable, go paint a few pictures and bring glory to the country."
Chen Feng looked at it, laughed, and immediately replied: "Oh ho, are you serious? If I can really paint a few pictures to bring glory to the country, do you dare to make a bet with me?"
This statement immediately sparked outrage among netizens.
"Hahaha, another bet! Fengshen is really going to have Huayu completely under his control. It seems like they already made a bet before, but Chen Feng has run into some trouble these past few days and hasn't started the chart-topping campaign yet. Now he's proposed a new bet?"
"Fengshen, don't get too cocky. You still haven't fulfilled the bets you made on the charts. Now you want to draw again. This isn't songwriting. Take my advice and get back to writing songs."
“I support the bet. You, Chen Feng, really think you're all-powerful? Mr. Yang, let's go after him.”
There are singers who have commented on him, but he is not very famous.
Yang Zhi was stunned. He didn't know why, but he felt a little flustered when he saw Chen Feng's provocation.
But with so many netizens paying attention, his every word and action represents the company, so of course he can't back down.
"Hehe, another bet. You should fulfill your bet on the ranking first."
Upon hearing Yang Zhi's words, Hua Guozhong, the chairman of Huayu Entertainment, who was on a business trip in another city, was so angry that he smashed his cup on the spot.
"Yang Zhi, we've all been deliberately downplaying the bet between Chen Feng and Huayu, but you insist on bringing it up again. Do you really want Huayu to end up being acquired?"
He was utterly terrified of Chen Feng, especially during his business trips, when people from all walks of life were listening to Chen Feng's songs, which made him even more fearful.
He planned to go back and kill Yang Zhi.
"Don't worry, the bet on the charts will start in a few days. What, are you in such a hurry to sell Huayu to me? Too bad you're not the chairman, just a director."
Chen Feng said.
"Anyone can talk big, but let's see if you can actually make it to the top of the charts first."
Yang Zhi stubbornly replied.
"So, do you dare to make a bet this time? If I paint and participate in this global art competition, and win the championship for our country, you must call me 'Master Feng' from now on. Otherwise, I'll call you 'Master Yang' every day. What do you think?"
Holy crap!
Yang Zhi was startled. Was this guy crazy or stupid? He was so ruthless to himself. He was very happy and excited because it seemed like he was being given a grandson for free.
To become the champion of an art competition is not something an ordinary painter can do; it requires a top master. Is Chen Feng one? Obviously not. Which top master isn't an elderly person in their forties or fifties?
But it was precisely because it was so bizarre that he hesitated.
Is Chen Feng an idiot? Obviously not. So why is he so confident in betting with him? Could this guy be a hidden art master?
Impossible, absolutely impossible.
Yang Zhi was still hesitating, and the internet was in an uproar.
"No way, has Fengshen been drinking? He actually made such a bet and blocked his own path completely."
"My God, Chen Feng, what are you doing? You're just giving Yang Zhi a free grandson! You say you can paint, but you want to become a champion? How is that even possible? If you call Yang Zhi 'Grandpa,' then those of us who call you 'God Feng' will become his divine grandsons! What a sin!"
Fengyu Building and Zhang Xiaopang stared blankly at the comments, then their faces filled with shock.
"Boss, are you crazy? Take it back right now!"
"Xiao Chen, you can't make jokes like that. It's not too late to back down now."
Li Zongsheng also spoke.
"Boss, you can't even draw, why did you make such a bet? Waaaaah, what am I going to do?"
Qin Xiaoyue cried again.
"Boss, you're not going to tell me you're a painter who's been hiding his true talent, are you?"
Zhou Li tilted her head and asked in confusion.
"Boss, can you really draw?"
Yang Zhaoyue also looked at Chen Feng with concern.
Chen Feng smiled and said, "There's nothing I can't do."
Then he continued, "What? I've already made the conditions so harsh, and you still don't dare to gamble?"
Seeing Chen Feng's provocation, Yang Zhi could no longer bear it. Although he knew that something was amiss, anger still clouded his judgment.
"Okay, I'll bet you. Anyway, the art competition is about to start, let's see how you draw it."
Chen Feng laughed. The fish has taken the bait, so let me let you despair for a little while first.
"Not bad, bro. The whole internet is witnessing it, so let me shock you a little more first."
After replying, Chen Feng made a phone call.
"Chairman Qi, I am Chen Feng, and I have changed my mind. My name can be released ahead of schedule."
After saying that, Chen Feng smiled and looked at Li Qingning beside him, asking, "What's wrong?"
It turned out that Li Qingning was staring at him with a strange look in her eyes.
"It's nothing, I just thought you didn't really care about these things."
Chen Feng knew, of course, that she meant she was trying to spite Yang Zhi.
"I'm human, not a god. Sometimes I need some spice too. Actually, the feeling of showing off and getting slapped in the face is really great. No wonder so many people like it."
"Tch, boring!"
Li Qingning rolled her eyes, exuding charm.
"Oh my god, everyone quickly check the official website of the Fine Arts Association. In ten minutes, they will show the world the artist's information for this painting."
"What? It's finally going to be announced? I want to see which master can paint so realistically that it's even more real than the real thing."
Zhang Xiaopang and Wang Feng spoke; they were very excited.
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