Chapter 267 Painting in Public

The man stood up, nodded slightly, and then turned to face the crowd and bowed, "Thank you for your love. I am the painter Mr. L."

Many people took out their mobile phones and took pictures of the man, with admiration in their eyes.

The host personally came down to the stage and invited the man to the stage. "As everyone knows, Mr. L is the world's leading painter. He is a low-key person, so no one knows whether he is a man or a woman, old or young. Today is the first time that Mr. L is in front of the world, and it is at our charity auction. This is a great honor!"

He looked at the man, "Mr. L, would you like to say a few words?"

The man took the phone and pushed the glasses on his nose. "Hello everyone, today is my first time meeting you all. I am very grateful to everyone for their recognition and support of my paintings. I will continue to work hard and paint better paintings for you all. All the money raised from the auction of "Flame Girl" tonight will be donated to the orphanage."

Yan Luo began to applaud, and the people in the audience thought she was moved, so they all started to applaud as well.

They guessed that this painting would most likely be bought by Yan Luo.

Yan Luo turned around, raised his index finger to his lips and sighed.

Everyone thought she was going to express some emotion, so they kept silent.

Yan Luo sighed, "Why are you so cute?"

She glanced at Yu Nanchen and threw him a coquettish look, "But you are the cutest."

Yan Luojing walked straight up to the stage and waved to the staff below the stage, "Hey, young man, please bring up a new microphone."

The staff was very cooperative and quickly handed over a new microphone.

Yan Luo took it and said thank you.

She looked at Mr. L and said, "Have some shame!"

host:"......"

Everyone: "......"

Yan Luo smiled, "Everyone, I'm not here to mess things up. I just don't want you to be fooled."

The host coughed lightly and asked, "Ms. Yan, what do you mean by that?"

"How can we prove that he is L?"

The man raised his chin, "My paintings are the best proof!"

Yan Luo asked, "What does this painting represent?"

The man said, "The girl walking on fire represents hope, new life, enthusiasm, vitality, and a noble spirit."

"Wrong!" Yan Luo directly denied his statement, "The girl is Hades, the ruler of the underworld. She is born with the Netherworld Fire, and this fire is the fire of punishment! The fire of death!"

Yan Luo walked over and looked at the painting. "This painting has no soul. How dare you show it to the public? And you are pretending to be L!"

The man snorted coldly, "Just based on your few words, you deny my identity? I'm not L, are you?"

Yan Luo tilted her head and smiled. The man unconsciously tightened his grip on the microphone. He didn't know what key he touched, but a harsh sound came out.

Everyone in the audience covered their ears.

Yan Luo smiled, "Feeling guilty?"

The man snorted, "How could it be!"

"Then let's have a painting competition and paint this picture of "Flame Girl"!" Yan Luo said.

The man agreed after hearing this. After all, he had practiced it many times, so he was not afraid of painting on the spot!

Yan Luo looked at the host and said, "Get the canvas and acrylic ready. I want to expose this liar in public!"

The host looked at the organizer. The organizer naturally didn't want the auction to be disrupted, but the other party was Yu Nanchen's fiancée, and she also questioned Mr. L's identity.

After all, Mr. L's paintings have never been sold for less than 10 million yuan, so huge amounts are involved. If someone questions the authenticity, it is necessary to clarify.

During the preparation period of the organizer, Yan Luo called Qiao Sen and asked him to deliver an important item.

The auction stage became a painting stage. Yan Luo and 'Mr. L' occupied the left and right sides of the stage respectively, painting with their backs to the crowd.

'Mr. L' has already put pen to paper, and Yan Luo is just waiting silently.

Twenty minutes later, the double doors of the exhibition hall were pushed open, and Qiao Sen rushed to the front of the stage carrying a black plastic bag and handed the bag to Yan Luo.

Yan Luo smiled and said thank you, then opened the bag, took out a small box, opened it and mixed it into the acrylic paint.

She turned back to Johnson and said, "Turn on the live broadcast room. I want everyone in the country to see it."

Qiao Sen sighed, "Sister Luo really underestimates me. How can that be the people of the whole country? That's the people of the whole world! My fans are all over the world."

He logged into the XX platform and entered the live broadcast room. "Hello friends, tonight I will broadcast a match between the goddess and Godzilla. Hahahaha, just kidding, it's mainly a live broadcast of the goddess beating up the scumbag!"

Bullet screen flying!!!

"What live broadcast? What goddess? Where is the scum?"

"Master Qiao is so awesome! Take us to see the goddess! All kinds of screen licking!"

"Joe Qiao's live broadcasts have never let us down!"

......

Qiao Sen said, "You've heard of Mr. L, right? The world's top painter! Now someone who calls himself Mr. L has appeared at a charity auction. I, Sister Luo, will expose his lies today! I will compete with him in painting!"

"Does the goddess want to compete with Mr. L?"

"Didn't the person above understand? Master Qiao said that Mr. L is a fake and inferior product! The goddess must fight against counterfeiting!"

"Goddess can also paint?"

"Who is the goddess?"

"You don't even know this. The goddess is the master of finding the sound, the person our Master Qiao loves the most."

"Damn it! I know! The goddess is Master Yu's woman!"

"But is the goddess so powerful? Can she compare with this fake L? Since the fake L dares to appear in such an occasion, it means that his strength should not be underestimated. Could it be that the goddess is more powerful than him?"

"I think I know the truth! I bet ten bags of spicy noodles that my goddess is Mr. L!"

"It seems the truth is revealed upstairs!"

"I bet 10,086 bags of spicy noodles!"

......

The live broadcast room was bustling with activity, but the exhibition hall was completely silent as everyone was watching the two people painting.

The entire painting process of the two people was played on the large LED screen behind the auction table, which was clearer and more intuitive.

Time passed by minute by minute. Two hours later, Yan Luo put down his paintbrush first, followed by 'Mr. L'.

Just looking at Mr. L's painting, one can see that it is perfect. The flame is burning, and although the girl's features are blurred, her new and vibrant energy is fully expressed.

However, when compared with Yan Luo's paintings, it is obvious that Yan Luo's rendering ability is stronger.

The flames were hot and fierce, carrying the breath of punishment and death, and were terrifying.

Whether professional or amateur, everyone can see that Yan Luo's paintings are far better than Mr. L's.

The man pursed his lips, "I didn't expect Miss Yan to have such a profound foundation in painting."

Yan Luo chuckled, "There are many things you haven't thought of! Please ask the organizer to turn off the lights in the exhibition hall for five seconds."

The organizers did as they were told, and the exhibition hall immediately fell into darkness.

Suddenly, someone shouted, "Look, there are a pair of eyes on the stage!"

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound, and sure enough, there was a pair of eyes gleaming with fire on the stage!

Five seconds later, light returned to the exhibition hall.

Yan Luo raised his chin towards Qiao Sen and said, "Connect your live broadcast room to the LED screen and ask your fans if any of them have ever bought Mr. L's paintings?"

Qiao Sen did as he was told, and soon, Qiao Sen's live broadcast room appeared on the large LED screen.

Fans say:

"I bought Mr. L's book 'The Lonely Man'."

"I bought Mr. L's The Return of the King."

......

Yan Luo said to everyone, "Now please put your paintings in a place where no light can penetrate. If the eyes of the characters in your paintings are shining, congratulations, the painting is real. Otherwise, the painting is fake."

The host seemed to understand something, and he asked, "Ms. Yan, who are you to Mr. L?"