Lin Xiao shrugged and said in a low voice, "Perhaps the outside world is too exciting, and Young Master Feng doesn't have time to calm down and finish a painting."
"Or perhaps the two of you are giving Young Master Feng too much pocket money, so he only needs to give me two hundred yuan to buy the copyright and usage rights of a painting?"
Old Chen couldn't help but interject, "Selling it for two hundred yuan is too cheap! Your painting is worth that much."
Old Chen made a six gesture with his hand.
Lin Xiaotao's eyes widened.
Wow.
I really didn't expect that.
"This is a wonderful surprise!" Lin Xiao said with a smile.
Li Yaru still didn't believe it and said loudly, "Old Chen, you can't conclude that all these paintings were painted by him based on just one painting. Who knows if he took advantage of my Qi'er's absence and deliberately used a painting that imitated Qi'er to deceive people and confuse the issue?"
Old Chen raised his hand to stop him, saying, "That's unlikely! Lin Xiaoxin's new painting is of a higher standard than the paintings on the wall."
"I have examined countless paintings, and I am confident that I can determine whether these are from the same hand."
Li Yaru's beautiful peach blossom eyes burned with anger as she provocatively asked, "You say you painted all these pictures, then do you have any other paintings?"
"You didn't just draw these pictures, did you?"
Lin Xiao took a breath and said calmly, "No, that's not it. I took on a job for a publishing house, which requires me to finish fifty paintings before New Year's Day. I've already finished forty-three of them."
“After I finished painting 25 paintings, I sent them to the editors at the publishing house. If you want to see them, I can log in to my email and download them for you.”
Li Yaru was stunned after hearing this.
A moment later, Mr. Chen found the gallery's agent and brought over a fruit-themed laptop.
Lin Xiao logged into his email, downloaded the pictures, and showed them to them.
Old Chen's eyes lit up when he saw it.
He shouted excitedly, "Lin Xiao, your paintings are a whole level higher than the ones on the wall!"
"Wait! You silly boy! You didn't sell yourself off cheaply again, did you?!"
Old Chen glared at Lin Xiao with a pained expression, his white beard trembling with anger.
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