Doted on his wife: uncle, love fiercely

Chapter 90 Fight for the painting!

Feng Sheng is now in his early sixties, in his sixtieth year.

Although his head was covered with white hair, his eyes were very sharp and full of light.

But at this moment, he was sullen, looking at the paintings in front of him.

The judges next to him saw that he had a bad face, although they knew that Feng Sheng usually had a bad personality, he was very old-fashioned, and his personality was also stubborn.

Although he was the first batch of people in China who started to learn oil painting, and also the first batch of people who became famous, but after being famous for so long, he has never recruited any students, which can be said to be unique in the art world.

Many people are saying that Mr. Feng always occupies the latrine, and now that painter is not all over the world, entrusting his knowledge to others.

But Feng Lao, who stands at the top of the art world, is not.

Even for this competition, he didn't want to be a judge at first, because he always thought that the people who would come to participate in the competition would be novices, and there would hardly be any good works.

If it wasn't for the organizer's strong request, I wouldn't have come here at all.

Several people looked at each other, the review had been going on for a week, Feng Lao only valued one painting, he was very picky.

"Old Feng, take a look first, there may be some good ones here, didn't you value one before?"

The man put a painting on the young man he bought. Feng Lao took a look and pouted dissatisfiedly.

"What kind of crap is this? You want to show me such an ugly painting? Who gave her the courage to participate in the competition? I've said it a long time ago, those who come to participate in the competition are not good works!"

Feng Lao has always spoken with a vicious tongue. If he doesn't like it, he will make it worthless, but if he likes it, he will protect it wholeheartedly, especially his shortcomings.

Several people laughed and said: "No, Old Feng, didn't you also value one picture before? It's the one with a back figure cooking in the kitchen."

"That picture?"

Feng Lao frowned, and after pondering for a moment, he said: "That painting is not bad among all the works, but it's only good! It's still far away!"

He picked up a few paintings on the bamboo col and threw them away with a look of disgust on his face.

"There were no good works before, and these were the works that were finally handed in three days later, and it is even less likely that there will be good-looking ones."

Feng Lao stood up straight away and straightened his clothes.

"I can't waste my precious time in this place, so I'll go first."

He had just walked to the door when suddenly, a judge behind him let out an exclamation.

"This oil painting is not bad!"

Several other judges leaned over.

"Really good."

"I think it's even better than the one that Feng Lao valued before!"

"Well, the writing is powerful and steady, and it's done in one go! It's quite outstanding among all the paintings!"

When Feng Lao heard this, he stopped in his tracks and frowned dissatisfiedly.

"how is this possible?"

He hurried over, dissatisfied in a calm voice.

"This painting should be handed in on the last day, right? Is there any good work here? I think it's because your vision is too bad..."

Halfway through his speech, his eyes widened suddenly, and his eyes glistened!
"this!"

He hurriedly grabbed the painting, and then snatched it carefully!
"This painting! This painting!"

His expression changed instantly, from disdain just now to surprise!

"It's this one! It's this one!"

Holding the painting in his hands, his eyes are shining!
"This painting! This painting is in my name! It is the tenth selected work!"

(End of this chapter)