Give one hundred million to answer the question

Chapter 65
Although Jack's failure made Eric a little annoyed.

He originally planned to win three battles in a row, and start the road to sweep the country with a crushing momentum.

But I didn't expect to resign in the first game. Ryan, who was the first to play, only won the game with a slight advantage, and even lost the second game.

The other party defeated the people on their side with oil paintings!

Where is the reasoning here!
But he didn't criticize Ryan too harshly, even though Ryan's talent is still top-notch among ordinary people.

But in the eyes of those true geniuses, Ryan is just an ordinary person.

So Eric didn't feel anything, he just needed a crushing victory.

Even if the victory came later.

And he firmly believed that Jessim was the genius who would bring him victory!
"Go Jessim! Let these Chinese people see our nation's understanding of art!" Eric patted Jessim on the shoulder and encouraged him loudly.

Especially, let Tang Song, that short-sighted person, see clearly that only my training method is correct!

While talking, he took a deep look at Tang Song.

Tang Song noticed his gaze, and the images of memories flooded in like a tide.

The two young people stood together, arguing loudly, and finally broke up unhappy.

This guy still can't forget the grievances of the past.

Eric's loud shout immediately caught the attention of Ye Chen and others.

Everyone's eyes first fell on Jessim, and then moved back to Ye Chen.

In the ranking order just now, Ye Chen was the last to appear.

Ye Chen raised his eyebrows: "How about I admit defeat?"

He is a person who is afraid of trouble. The things in front of him have nothing to do with him. He doesn't want to be the focus of everyone's attention.

As for becoming a sinner in Huaguo's art world, don't listen to the old Tang Song's nonsense.

Ye Chen has been wandering on the streets all year round, so the level of people is still a bit low.

He had already seen that the reason why Eric came to provoke him was purely because Tang Song, an old guy, had a personal grudge against him.

You said that Eric wanted to start the first battle, so why not choose the imperial capital?
The imperial capital, the center of Huaguo, as long as they can defeat the people in the imperial capital, they can make their name however they want. Isn't it going sideways in Huaguo?
Even if you can't win, you will try your best to receive a title that is glorious even if you lose, isn't it the same?
It doesn't matter whether you win or lose, it's good to choose the imperial capital.

What can you do if you choose a demon?
Although the artistic atmosphere in Shanghai is strong, there are not many celebrities, and there is not much fame in the country.

Tang Song, the only one who is a little famous, still only manages such an unknown painting and calligraphy association.

It can be said that winning is of no benefit, and losing will leave a bad reputation forever.

But the other party came to the door without any hesitation, saying that he would not believe that there was no private enemy.

Ye Chen looked at the person who was looking at him with sympathy, feeling deeply moved in his heart.

Silly children, you have all been used as a gun by this old thing...

Although Ye Chen could see it clearly, the guys around him who grew up in the Painting and Calligraphy Association couldn't see it.

The so-called authorities are obsessed, but bystanders are clear, nothing more than this.

As soon as Ye Chen wanted to admit defeat, it immediately caused an uproar in the surroundings.

"Are you from Huaguo? You want to admit defeat?"

"Bastard! There are such shameless people in our association!"

"He doesn't deserve to stay in the Painting and Calligraphy Association at all!"

Everyone yelled accusations at Ye Chen, each of them acting as if Ye Chen didn't deserve to be a human being.

"Why don't you come?" Ye Chen raised his hand to signal, giving up his seat.

Everyone fell silent.

This guy is a bit out of the ordinary.

In this situation, shouldn't it be that he flew into a rage, then put on a dignified look, roared "Don't underestimate the Sajia!", and then rushed straight up?

Ye Chen saw all the reactions of these guys, and couldn't help but want to laugh.

It seems that this group of people still have a clear understanding of themselves...

On the contrary, Jessim frowned and asked in standard Mandarin, "Are you going to admit defeat? The Hua people I know don't admit defeat so easily."

Ye Chen spread his hands and said with a smile: "The main reason is that there is no advantage compared to you..."

Ye Chen figured it out, and when he played, everyone here was a street boy.

Since it is a game that must be won, I don't want to just be a gun like this, and simply take some benefits from this guy.

Before Jesm could speak, he heard Xu Tian's voice hauntingly.

"Ye Chen, I knew you were a coward." Xu Tian lay on the side with a sneer on his face, "If you can win, I, Xu Tian, ​​will write the words backwards!"

Ye Chen glanced at him: "I'm not your father, why should I care how your name is written?"

Xu Tian almost lost his breath, and then roared angrily: "If you win, I'll drink the pot of ink in front of me!"

He was referring to the plate of ink in the center of the hall. When he competed with Ryan earlier, because the brush was too big, he specially chose an extra-large porcelain basin to grind the ink.

Because it hasn't been used for some time, the ink inside has stagnated a little at this time, but it still doesn't seem to have anything to do with it.

"It doesn't do me any good if you drink ink." Ye Chen raised his eyebrows, implying frantically.

Xu Tian's blood was flowing back at this time, his overheated mind had already made him lose his mind, and he struggled to escape a box from the bag next to him.

"If you win, everything in this box is yours!"

boom!
Comrade Xu Tian, ​​who didn't fight for steamed buns, smashed the box in front of Ye Chen in order to show his aura.

Ye Chen picked up the box and opened it.

There is only a pair of calligraphy and painting inside, and when you take it out and unfold it, it is a pair of landscape paintings.

"This, this is..." Tang Song glanced at it inadvertently, and immediately stammered, "This is Wu Daozi's brushwork!"

Not far away, Eric's eyes also shrank suddenly. He also studied Wu Daozi's paintings, but because he was too far away, he couldn't see them clearly for a while.

Tang Song took the first step and ran in front of Ye Chen, scanning the painting with his eyes like searchlights.

After a long time, Tang Song put down the painting and said in a deep voice, "This, this is Wu Daozi's "Nanyue Picture"!"

When this statement came out, the whole audience was shocked.

Ye Chen was also quite shocked, looking at Xu Tian as if looking at a prodigal son.

Of course, he knew Wu Daozi's reputation. He could be called an all-round painter in the Tang Dynasty.

If such a masterpiece handed down from generation to generation is auctioned outside, it may not be worth one or two hundred million yuan.

Xu Tian, ​​these two idiots, actually took it out to bet with him?

I'm afraid he doesn't want the identity of the Xu family's son?

(End of this chapter)