After the divorce, I was haunted by the sickly fifth master

Chapter 117 This is not your work at all

Ye Xinyao was stunned.

What, two hundred million?

That dark painting just now is worth 200 million? !

Sure enough, there are many rich bosses!

As long as it catches their eye, a painting can sell for hundreds of millions! !

Ye Xinyao's face became more and more rosy, she was both excited and nervous.

That painting of hers was painted by Tan Zhe, so it will definitely sell for a high price!

She couldn't help but imagine that she was standing in front of the stage, the camera was pointed at her, and she was smiling steadily, the most dignified smile.

Audiences across the country have seen her, seen her perfect paintings, seen her receiving countless applause, and seen her paintings sold for sky-high prices!

…

Mo Shatian tilted his head and gave a fox-like smile to the innocent Rong Wuye, saying: "Although you snatching this painting like this makes me itchy to take action. But I don't like this painting. So, Let me give it to you.”

Rong Wuye gave Mo Shatian a cold look.

The two men's eyes exchanged in the air for a moment. Next to him, Song Chu suddenly shuddered.

"What's wrong?" Song Yan asked her brother.

Song Chu lowered his head and said, "I don't know why, but I feel the overflowing... murderous aura?"

Song Yan: "..."

Nanzhu, who was wearing a black dress, walked down from the stage. Soon, a circle of media surrounded her.

Nan's assistant squeezed forward and rescued Nan Zhu from a group of reporters.

Nanzhu's painting got off to a great start! The capital income of 200 million pushed the painting competition to a climax right from the beginning!

A reporter said excitedly while recording: "Nan's enterprises are all in the same line, and they are all very kind-hearted people. The same is true for Nan's president Nan Tuo, and the same is true for Nan's Miss Nan Zhu. The first painting of the three-school competition is presented According to Miss Nan Zhunan, this painting sold for an astonishing 200 million yuan, and all this huge wealth was donated by Miss Nan on the spot!"

"Miss Nan is indeed a kindhearted person with a bodhisattva heart! Support Miss Nanzhu and the Nan Group!"

Nanzhu came out from the cheers and took a distant look at Nanhuang who was wearing a baseball cap in the distance. Nanhuang raised his head and looked at Nanzhu, who had made a big splash.

Nanzhu turned towards Nanhuang and smiled.

Nanhuang lowered his head, the brim of his hat covering his eyebrows.

Paintings by students from the three schools were put on stage one by one. Although there were some stunning ones, there was no crazy bidding scene like Nanzhu's painting.

The host said: "Next, I would like to invite Ye Xinyao, a student from Xicheng University!"

When Ye Xinyao heard her name, she straightened her back.

"Xin Yao, come on!" Mo Shuang cheered.

Cao Yin said: "You will definitely win."

"Um!"

Tan Zhe was the champion last time. There is no reason why his painting should not win!

Ye Xinyao walked up to the stage, and her paintings were pushed out along with her.

The host smiled and asked her: "Classmate Ye Xinyao, may I ask, what is the name of your painting?"

Ye Xinyao said solemnly: "It's called, 'Mother in the Melon Field'."

When Tan Zhe gave this painting to her, he specifically told her the name of the painting, which was called "Mother in the Melon Field". Ye Xinyao had seen this painting before. It was a pumpkin field with a ragged mother carrying herself on her back. A picture of the family's doll picking melons in the melon field.

Tan Zhe originally planned to continue introducing this painting. "Xin Yao, let me tell you about the story in this painting."

But was interrupted by Ye Xinyao. She said: "Thank you, Tan Ze, I really appreciate you. This painting is really great! I understand the story here clearly."

This is a picture of a poor mother in the countryside taking her child to the fields. What story is there to tell?

"Do you really understand?" Tan Zhe asked.

Ye Xinyao nodded repeatedly.

Tan Zhe was silent for a while and said nothing more.

The host smiled and said to everyone: "Let us enjoy together, "Mother in the Melon Field" brought to us by classmate Ye Xinyao!"

As soon as the host finished speaking, Ye Xinyao's painting was pushed out.

The venue, which was originally filled with whispers, fell silent at this moment.

This is a scene that has never been seen in previous student works!

Nanhuang also raised his head and looked at the painting thoughtfully.

After a period of silence, Song Yan took the microphone with an appreciative smile: "Classmate Ye Xinyao, this painting of yours is beautiful, very good, and very beautiful."

Ye Xinyao stopped her back, smiled slightly and said, "Thank you, Mrs. Liang, for your appreciation."

Song Yan smiled and said: "Classmate Ye, you are worth it. This painting, whether it is color, level, or artistic conception, is very perfect and profound. Can you tell us the story in the painting?"

story?

Ye Xinyao was slightly stunned.

Xie Yudang on the side also nodded towards Song Yan. "Yes, the story behind this painting is indeed profound."

Even Mo Shatian and others nodded.

Ye Xinyao was a little confused.

The story in this painting...isn't it obvious?

Maybe the obvious story is what they want.

The host smiled and said: "Miss Ye, why don't you tell the story in your painting and listen to it."

Ye Xinyao hesitated for a while and said: "Hello, CEOs."

Ye Xinyao greeted the CEOs in the front row. The other scholars simply ignored it and looked at the painting.

Principal Liang Tianrui, the oldest of the Art Association, and a group of art bigwigs, were slightly taken aback, but they had extremely high self-cultivation and did not let them say anything.

Ye Xinyao said: "This painting shows a picture of an extremely poor mother taking her children while working in the fields."

When Nanhuang heard Ye Xinyao's words, he raised his head in surprise.

Even when she saw this painting, she felt amazed for a moment. Nanhuang originally thought that she had underestimated Ye Guangda's 'daughter', but she didn't expect...

Didn't she see the story behind the painting?

Not only was Nanhuang stunned, but the entrepreneurs, artists, educators and other figures in the front row were also stunned.

Immediately, Song Yan, who had just praised her, turned dark.

"Is this the story of your painting?" Song Yan asked.

Ye Xinyao nodded and said, "Yes, what else?"

"Otherwise?" Song Yan leaned back in her chair slightly. She was so disappointed that she didn't want to speak for a while.

what happened? Ye Xinyao didn't understand.

An artist took the microphone and asked: "Classmate Ye Xinyao, was this painting really created by you independently?"

Ye Xinyao nodded. "Yes."

The artist asked: "Then can you explain why this mother didn't bring any tools with her when she went to the field?"

Ye Xinyao was startled, looked at the picture, and said, "She is just weeding."

"Weeding? Isn't she standing in front of a melon?"