The calligraphy and painting exhibition is being broadcast live globally.
In the live stream room.
It includes not only wealthy Chinese, but also super-rich people from all over the world.
They were richer than the people present.
I have an even greater thirst for art!
Masterpieces are rare.
What is money anyway?
To them, they were just numbers, a pile of scraps of paper.
In an instant.
The live stream chat was overflowing with comments!
"$6 million, deposit!"
"Eight million euros!"
"10 million US dollars!"
"20 million US dollars!"
"200 million Dragon Coins!"
"50 million euros!"
...
In a short time.
People offering prices kept coming in.
turn out--
To this day, we still don't know the recipient's account number.
Dig a hole!
Will this work?
Quickly find someone to ask for it and find someone to check.
We must get our hands on Mr. Chen's account as quickly as possible.
Netizens are going crazy with anxiety!
We have to hurry!
One second late.
It refers to how many people are at the front of the line.
Even if you pay, in the end, you still have to wait in line.
Ranked outside the top 1000.
Does it hurt your balls?
When will it be your turn?
What a wonderful national calligraphy and painting exhibition.
unconsciously.
Chen Yang led me astray, and it turned into a personal calligraphy and painting exhibition.
wrong.
It's a personal promotional event exhibition.
Pre-order event!
The prepayments received so far alone amount to a staggering 2 billion.
Notice!
This is just a deposit!
If it's calculated in full, how much would it be?
5 billion?
10 billion?
20 billion?
Who the hell can say for sure?
Even more terrifying is...
These payments were merely deposits received on-site.
if.
Include all the quotes from the internet.
How much should it be?
I dare not think about it.
It's impossible to calculate.
Chen Yang rubbed his temples.
I'm so confused!
With so much money, all mixed up, what should we do?
"Thump!"
The hall was filled with noise.
Everyone was having a heated discussion about whether to spend the money, and how much to spend.
Pre-order Chen Yang's works.
Sudden.
Without warning, a person knelt down in front of Chen Yang.
Whoosh!
The scene fell silent instantly.
Everyone stared at the kneeling man, dumbfounded!
Ren Fengli?
He...really knelt down?
There was not a trace of surprise on Chen Yang's face.
He calmly watched Ren Fengliu.
It seems they are observing how sincere he is.
Ren Fengliu looked completely sincere.
"sorry!"
I sincerely apologize to you!
"My ignorance has caused you some trouble."
Please forgive me!
"Your skills are superb, you are indifferent to fame and fortune, and your character is noble. I admire you very much!"
"If you don't mind, I humbly request to become your disciple!"
"I humbly request to be accepted as a disciple!"
Chen Yang did not speak.
Luo Yuzhu, standing to the side, gaped with her mouth agape.
The famous Ren Fengliu.
He actually wants to become his own teacher and be his teacher?
Wouldn't that mean...?
Are we going to become fellow disciples?
This would have been unimaginable in the past!
The next second.
Luo Yuzhu started gossiping again.
just in case……
The teacher actually agreed and accepted him as a student.
In my case...
Does he call me senior sister or junior sister?
On the other side.
Li Changqing and Song Moxuan exchanged a glance.
I really admire Ren Fengliu!
If it weren't for the fact that the two of them were too old to bring themselves to do it, they wouldn't have been able to.
In my heart.
They also wanted to become apprentices.
Regarding Song Moxuan.
He was just a master painter.
so far.
Not a single masterpiece has been created.
He dreamed of breaking through to the Grandmaster level.
As for Li Changqing...
Although he was a grandmaster.
but.
His few representative works only show that he had just entered the realm of a master.
They are still a long way from reaching their mid-stage or peak.
If I could become Chen Yang's apprentice.
Under his guidance, they were taught and nurtured daily.
Given time...
Perhaps, we can break through to an even higher level.
This is why he is so obsessed with "Xiaoyao".
Only through study and contemplation can one reach this higher level of painting.
A broader and more open perspective.
Only then will he have hope of breaking free from his cocoon, transforming into a butterfly, and being reborn from the ashes.
Amidst the spotlight.
Ren Fengliu stared longingly at Chen Yang.
I begged him to accept me.
Chen Yang glanced at Luo Yuzhu.
Weigh the pros and cons.
Having one, do you want to get another one?
Ugh, so annoying!
Looking directly into Ren Fengliu's eyes, it was as if he could see into the depths of Ren's heart.
"You really want to become my disciple?"
"Not because of the bet?"
"If it's because of a bet, I hereby declare the bet null and void."
Ren Fengliu knelt upright.
His eyes did not dodge.
I had only one belief in my heart: I must successfully become an apprentice!
"Teacher, I sincerely wish to become your disciple."
"Please have pity on me, my heart is set on learning!"
Chen Yang glanced at him.
Nod slightly.
"good!"
"Take me under your wing for now."
"I will continue to observe if you are not sincere enough and do not respect your teacher."
"Purge your own house anytime!"
Whether you accept one or two, it's still the same.
There's not much difference, right?
Like herding sheep?
Whether you chase one person or a group, it's still the same thing.
Since he is so sincere.
I'll reluctantly accept it!
"Thank you, teacher!"
Ren Fengliu was overjoyed and immediately kowtowed to express his gratitude.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
His forehead struck the ground with a deafening roar.
Chen Yang frowned.
That's intense?
Don't let it turn into a concussion, or I won't be responsible!
When no one is looking.
Xiao Lin, acting furtively, quietly slipped into the crowd.
Slowly drill outwards.
Alpaca!
What exactly is going on?
Is Chen Yang a prodigy or a devil?
Are there really people like this in this world?
no!
I have to get out of here.
Every second you linger increases the danger.
Ren Fengliu is a ruthless and vicious man.
I made him lose face completely today.
Turn around.
He's definitely going to kill me!
Xiao Lin made up his mind.
Once I got home, the first thing I did was buy a plane ticket to America.
I can't stay in China anymore.
I can still live a carefree life abroad!
Those bastards.
That's inhuman!
Once I've established myself in America...
We must find a way to get back at them.
I'll deal with you all, one by one, and take you all down.
Thinking of this.
Xiao Lin then sadly discovered...
Whether it's Luo Yuzhu, Ren Fengliu, or Chen Yang.
They are all wealthy and powerful people.
He was not a loser stranded in a foreign land who could be easily dealt with.
The evil thoughts in my heart spread endlessly.
Xiao Lin gritted his teeth and became fierce.
If all else fails, then we'll turn to the United States.
Be their spy.
Using his identity as a Chinese citizen, he worked for the United States.
As long as you work hard.
You can naturally acquire money and status.
Dealing with these enemies becomes easy.
A wicked smile crept onto Xiao Lin's lips.
It's as if I can see it.
His enemy knelt before him, begging for mercy and screaming in agony.
"Xiao Lin!"
Suddenly, someone called out to him.
It sounded unusually jarring in the lobby.
Xiao Lin trembled.
His face was pale.
Their steps froze, as if they had been frozen in place.
Then he slowly turned his head.
I saw a hateful face.
Chen Yang!
I almost escaped.
Why did you ruin my good deed?
Chen Yang seemed to see right through his thoughts.
With an air of indifference, he walked straight over.
He grabbed Xiao Lin by the collar.
Carrying it along.
Bring it back to the center of the hall.
Xiao Lin struggled desperately like a thieving rat, but to no avail.
That big hand.
It seemed to possess infinite power; he couldn't budge it in the slightest.
"Xiao Lin, are you trying to escape?"
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