Chapter 92 There's a scene
Everyone present was shocked and stared at the woman carefully. After all, Jia Yan's name was well-known, but they had never seen her in person. They didn't expect that she was a woman.
But her whole demeanor didn't look like that of a painter at all. She didn't have any artistic air at all. Instead, she looked like a beautiful woman who only knew how to dress up carefully.
Ling Feng strode over and asked her, "Do you have any evidence?"
"I believe everyone has seen the work that was originally in Zhang Shen's hands, right?" the woman said in a raised voice.
Rong Qian also said, "Stop talking nonsense and show us the evidence that you are Jia Yan, otherwise it will be impossible to convince people."
The woman took out a painting from the paper bag in her hand. It was the one that An Yan had painted in Wancaotang's office before. She couldn't help but feel even more surprised, and at this time she had an idea.
An Yan didn't want to alert the enemy, she wanted to see what tricks this woman was up to.
The woman directly took down one of Ling Feng's paintings, placed it on the shelf, and said, "Of course I will bring my work. Look at this work and let it speak for itself."
Ling Feng was the first one to go over and take a look. He had nothing to say. There was a seal on it, and the painting style was indeed from Jia Yan. He began to feel unhappy, and he instinctively looked towards An Yan.
She originally said that she would help him contact Jia Yan, but she didn't expect that she would be the one to ruin his plans.
Although Rong Qian didn't understand painting, she understood when she saw Ling Feng didn't refute anything. She thought this woman was really Jia Yan.
The woman smiled complacently, looked around, and then said to Ling Feng, "From today on, I will be the president. Please move out of the office as soon as possible."
"Why did you choose to show up at this time?" Ling Feng asked. He was always a little unwilling. He originally thought that his life journey was about to begin, but he didn't expect it to be ruined again. How could he swallow this?
"Because you are not worthy of being the president. With your ability, you are not even as good as the former president Zhang Shen. How can you convince others? Besides, what kind of family background do you have to dare to take this position?" The woman was very proud and looked down on Ling Feng.
Ling Feng was hit in the sore spot. He was most ashamed of his background. He was not born with a silver spoon in his mouth. And being mentioned like that in public made him even more embarrassed. However, he wanted to protect his dignity even more. He said: "I got to the position based on my real ability. Zhang Shen gave it to me willingly. Even he feels inferior to me."
"No need to say anything else. Anyway, the position of president is mine." The woman put away the painting and asked, "Does anyone else have any objections?"
Rong Qian was always furious. She walked up to the woman and said, "You planned this all along. Why didn't you show up earlier or later, but at this very moment?"
"I show up whenever I want, it's none of your business, slut." The woman gave her a contemptuous look.
Rong Qian was embarrassed, angry and annoyed by her last two words. She immediately took a few steps back and stood back beside An Yan.
An Yan took two steps forward and asked the woman, "Who was that slut scolding just now?"
"Who are you?" the woman asked with a haughty look.
"Pa, pa" two consecutive sounds, the woman fell to the ground. She was startled and yelled: "What are you doing? How dare you hit me? Who do you think you are?"
"I hate people who talk nonsense the most. Let me remind you to speak nicely." An Yan said to her indifferently.
Rong Qian looked towards An Yan and felt secretly happy for some reason, thinking that with a friend like her, she would never suffer any loss.
The woman got up and tried to hit An Yan in the face with her bag, but she grabbed her hand, turned over, and put her hand on her shoulder, saying to her, "Apologize to her."
"What are you apologizing for?" The woman felt her arm hurt as if it were about to break after she said this. She quickly said to Rong Qian, "I'm sorry, I said the wrong thing."
"Take your painting and let's go out together." An Yan said and let go of her hand.
Everyone present was watching the drama. One of them said, "How could you treat Jia Yan like this? She's a rare painting genius. If she's willing to be the president, we'd be delighted."
"Think carefully, how do you think she looks like a painter?" An Yan asked him, and then said, "Such a valuable painting, and she just put it next to her lipstick and powder. Is this what a painter would do?"
The man stopped talking.
An Yan added, "This guy came here on purpose to mess things up. He just can't stand Ling Feng being the guild leader, but his tactics are a little off."
The woman immediately retorted: "That painting is real."
"You are a fake anyway. Do you think you can become the president and turn the painting world into a brothel, and have them all follow you to entertain customers?" An Yan continued to ridicule her, causing the painters nearby to roll their eyes.
One of them said, "The position of president is not subject to change overnight. We should respect the decision of former president Zhang Shen and trust in the ability of president Ling."
Everyone nodded.
Rong Qian became more and more grateful and couldn't help but look at Ling Feng again. He didn't look grateful at all, but rather a little disgusted. She didn't know who he was disgusted with.
An Yan asked Rong Qian to help put the painting away, and then said to the woman, "Let's go out."
The woman couldn't beat An Yan, so she had to go outside. Although she was reluctant to part with the painting, she had to give up.
The two got in the car together.
An Yan sat in the passenger seat and let the woman drive. She said, "Don't play tricks on me, or I'll cut your face a hundred times."
The woman was startled after hearing this, and immediately started the car. She asked, "Where are we going now?"
"We'll go wherever you originally wanted to go." An Yan gestured for her to drive.
The woman hated An Yan, but she couldn't do anything about her. She wondered where to take her, but then she heard An Yan say, "You'd better take me to find the person who can make the decision, otherwise I will settle the score with you. As long as you can afford it, I don't mind."
"I understand." The woman naturally didn't want to take the responsibility herself, and added, "I'm just following orders. I'm not the boss."
"Why don't you leave quickly?" An Yan glanced at her.
It immediately made her speed up.
The car quickly drove to a more secluded area and entered a villa complex, stopping in front of one of the houses. The woman said, "You can't park inside, so just park here."
An Yan also got out of the car with her and walked in with the woman. Although there was a security guard watching at the door, he was sleeping and couldn't see them walking in at all.
"You go in first." An Yan let her go first.
The woman had no choice but to obey and walked into the house.
Lu Tong, who was in the room, saw her come in and asked, "How is it going? Is everything going well?"
The woman replied hesitantly, "Not bad."
"As for the painting, return it to me when you're done using it." Lu Tong held out his hand, motioning her to hand it over quickly, and then said, "It's really strange, how did that painting end up in An Yan's hands?"
"Because this painting was drawn by me." An Yan said as she strode in.
(End of this chapter)
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