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Chapter 195 Raise your horizons!

"What kind of horse am I?"

Cheng Wenlei blushed angrily, and stared angrily, "Do you know who I am? I'm the apprentice of Fang Wenqing, an oil painting master, and an oil painting master certified by the Art Association! Pay attention to what you say!"

"Yes, why are you yelling so loudly?"

Jiang Chen digs his ears impatiently.

Is this person insane?
There are silly beeps every year, especially this year!
Chi Yaoyao mediated: "Brother Cheng, let's go in quickly, there are so many people watching here, the influence is too bad."

Cheng Wenlei was unmoved, and sneered, "It's not because you lost us, what are you afraid of? You didn't get an invitation, and you still want to sneak into the guild hall? It's ridiculous!"

At this time, there were more and more people watching at the door, pointing and pointing.

"This is an artist award, a grand event in the literary and art circles. Why are you a rich second generation here to join in the fun? Do you really think this is a tourist attraction, and you can enter with a ticket?"

Cheng Wenlei said relentlessly.

Jiang Chen's eyes became colder and colder.

Lin Mowan raised her brows and scolded angrily, "What nonsense are you talking about! The teacher is a master of traditional Chinese painting. President Bai personally invited you over. How can you insult me ​​casually?"

"Him? A master of Chinese painting? Hehe."

Cheng Wenlei laughed unscrupulously, and said, "Do you really think I'm stupid? There are only a handful of grandmasters in China, and he's only in his 20s, yet he dares to call himself a grandmaster?"

At that time, the matter in Hangcheng was indeed on the hot search, but it was only widely circulated in the Chinese painting circle, and others didn't know much about it.

And the video is also relatively blurry, people who don't know Jiang Chen in real life may not be able to recognize him.

And Cheng Wenlei didn't even know his name, he only heard others call him "Mr. Jiang".

Besides painting, if you immerse yourself in it for a lifetime, you may not become a master. He also runs a hotel and plays with luxury cars. He is only in his 20s, how can he do it?
This means that no one will associate Jiang Chen with that master of traditional Chinese painting.

"You!" Lin Mowan's face turned pale with anger.

"Brother Cheng, forget it."

"Others are watching, let's go in quickly!"

"Does he have an invitation letter? What does it have to do with us?"

"Whether it's a master or not, at least he has helped Yaoyao, isn't it too much?"

"Brother Cheng, enough is enough."

Cheng Wenlei was so abnormal today that even the people in the company couldn't stand it anymore, and they all spoke out to dissuade him.

Although no one believed that Jiang Chen was the master, but it was not so bad to speak against each other.

"Humph!"

Seeing that everyone was speaking for Jiang Chen, Cheng Wenlei couldn't say anything more.

At this time, a staff member came out and said loudly, "Which one is Mr. Jiang?"

Lin Mowan raised her hand, "This way!"

The staff walked over quickly and said respectfully: "I'm sorry, Mr. Jiang. I kept you waiting, please come in with me."

Cheng Wenlei looked shocked, and frowned, "Did you make a mistake? He doesn't even have an invitation letter, why can he go in?"

The staff glanced at him, "This is the president's distinguished guest, and there is no need for an invitation letter."

Then he looked at Jiang Chen and said, "Mr. Jiang, you can come in directly through the VIP passage over there. I didn't wait for you there, so I rushed here."

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All around suddenly fell silent.

VIP channel? !
A master is equivalent to a star in the art world.

In order to avoid crowding and stampedes, all grandmasters and well-known masters use the VIP channel. Only low-level ones like Cheng Wenlei need an invitation letter, and they can only go through the main entrance for verification.

Cheng Wenlei stood there blankly.

He coauthored himself to taunt here for a long time, but the other party didn't need an invitation letter at all!

Others looked at him as if they were watching a joke, and covered their mouths and whispered.

Jiang Chen sighed, and said helplessly, "I'm sorry, but you can really do whatever you want with money."

Cheng Wenlei's face turned red, but he couldn't say a word.

When Jiang Chen passed by the ticket checking staff, he casually said: "Check his ticket carefully, any beast can be an artist these days?"

"What did you say?!"

When Cheng Wenlei heard the words, his eyes were sullen, and he started to chase after him, but was stopped by the ticket inspector at the door.

"Sir, please show me the invitation letter."

He looked at Jiang Chen's back, clenched his fists, trembling with anger!

Lin Mowan was dragged away by Liu Jingshan, and Jiang Chen wandered around in the exhibition hall by himself.

The space here is more than double that of the Danqing Pavilion in Citychamp, and the paintings and sculptures in the showcases are also of a very high quality.

At least they are works of masters, and there are even a few masterpieces of masters, and the artistic atmosphere is particularly strong.

However, his attention was not on the painting at all, but on the newly drawn rewards.

【Ding!Reward: Master Skill Pack! 】

[After using it, you will randomly obtain 7 master-level skills.]

"Damn it, 7 master-level skills, this skill pack is a bit awesome!"

Jiang Chen directly chose to activate the skill pack.

[You get: master sculpture, master photography, master guitar playing]

Add together a total of 7 master skills!
It's comfortable this time.
Although these master-level skills, he may not use them a few times in his life.

But these abilities will really improve the horizon.

For example, before mastering the ability of painting, Jiang Chen knew nothing about ink and oil paint, even if a famous painting worth hundreds of millions was in front of him, he didn't know how expensive it was.

But now, I can distinguish the beauty and ugliness of art, instead of following what others say.

The same is true for the piano. The notes are not just a melody in his ears, but the feelings and emotions carried in it can also be clearly heard.

This is like the difference between a child and a wise man, it is a great improvement in the world's cognition!

Every time he gains an ability, a new door opens to him.

The world in his eyes gradually changed.

Shenhao is not equal to nouveau riche!

What matters is temperament, vision, and mind!

At this moment, a pair of long legs appeared in front of Jiang Chen's eyes.

He froze for a moment, then slowly looked up.

I saw Liu Qiuyue standing in front of him, looking at her with blushing cheeks, her fingers clenched tightly.

"You, you are here." Her voice was like a gnat.

Seeing her nervous look, Jiang Chen calmed down instead, nodded and said, "Yes. Here we come."

Liu Qiuyue bit her lips lightly.

The confession that came out of her mouth last night, she has been thinking heavily and non-stop in her mind.

Worried that he would think he was casual, and even more worried that he would hate himself because of it.

She whispered: "What happened last night"

"I hope it doesn't happen again!"

Jiang Chen frowned and interrupted.

Liu Qiuyue's breathing was stagnant, her face was pale, and her body shook a little.

Sure enough, he hated himself.
Jiang Chen glared at her, and said casually: "Please don't confess your love to me while I'm driving next time, I almost flew down from the mountainside, you know?"

She was taken aback when she heard the words, and then joy filled her atrium.

"Next time? He said there will be a next time?"

Liu Qiuyue rubbed her eyes and smiled brightly, "Yes, I got it!"

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Jiang Chen didn't know what she knew, so he kept walking around with his hands behind his back.

Liu Qiuyue frantically followed behind him.

"Why did you come to this award? You are not an artist."

Jiang Chen glanced around and asked casually.

"Because I sponsored this award." Liu Qiuyue said confidently.

"what?"

Jiang Chen was taken aback, and said strangely: "Bai Zhaoyi still needs your sponsorship, she doesn't need money at all, right?"

If the Bai family in the imperial capital is still short of money, there will be no rich people in this world!

Liu Qiuyue shrugged, "She is not short of money, but that doesn't mean the Artists Association is not short of money."

"Oh? Let me elaborate." Jiang Chen became interested.

"Don't look at Zhaoyi's fairy air all day long, and she doesn't eat the fireworks of the world, but she is actually very stubborn in her heart."

"The Artists Association is a non-profit organization, and its operating funds and funds mainly rely on donations from the public and private sectors."

"Over the years, many aristocratic families and enterprises wanted to sponsor the association, but Zhaoyi refused."

"Because these people have a purpose, she doesn't want to label art as a business, and she is also worried that the existence of the association will go bad."

"So even if it's the Bai family's money, she won't use it on the association."

Liu Qiuyue spoke eloquently.

"So it's like this." Jiang Chen said suspiciously: "But using your money, isn't it the same as using the Liu family's money? Isn't this deception?"

"Who told you that?"

Liu Qiuyue rolled his eyes at him, and said confidently: "I earn all my money myself!"

As the daughter of the Liu family, she has a strong business mind, but it is covered up by the attribute of "violence".

Jiang Chen squeezed his chin, and muttered to himself: "Then it seems that I should have given her a discount for Yao Xuan's appearance fee back then, but I only wanted 200 million, but she offered 500 million. I thought she wouldn't It's short of money!"

After finishing speaking, the air was quiet for a while, and then came a cold voice.

"Bai! Zhao! Yi!"

Liu Qiuyue clenched her fists, made a rattling sound, and said through gritted teeth, "No wonder she took 500 million from me yesterday! I thought it was cash flow, so it turned out to be a big money! I really used my mother as a cash machine That’s right, that’s the money I’m going to exchange for the car!”

Jiang Chen: "."

Noticing his speechless look, Liu Qiuyue's face changed, and she immediately changed her face, Jiao Didi said: "Well, I was just joking. It's only 500 million, it doesn't matter if it's spent~"

"Straighten your tongue and speak!" Jiang Chen said angrily.

Liu Qiuyue felt aggrieved, "Aren't I not gentle enough?"

"What do you call gentleness?"

Jiang Chen looked at her with disdain, "You are like a tigress wanting to milk me, pretending to be a little kitten!"

Liu Qiuyue was dejected, "Sure enough, I'm not suitable for taking the gentle route."

"Aren't you very slippery if you don't play with whirlwind legs? Why can't you think about taking this road of no return?" Jiang Chen frowned.

Her face was slightly red, and she whispered softly: "I don't want you to like me."

Jiang Chen was taken aback, his old face turned red.

"Cough, that."

He cleared his throat, "Actually, you're fine now."

"Ok?"

Liu Qiuyue raised her head suddenly, her eyes sparkling, "Is what you said true? You don't think I'm too violent?"

"of course not."

Jiang Chen shook his head and said: "Who stipulates that men must be masculine, and women must be feminine? Some people are eager to find a savage girlfriend. However, sometimes you really need to restrain your temper."

"Okay, I'll listen to you!"

Liu Qiuyue smiled like a flower.

Jiang Chen's heart skipped a beat, this girl looks really pretty.
I don't know if she or Gu Mang could beat each other if she started fighting?
"No, what am I thinking about!"

He shook his head, trying to get the horrible thought out of his mind.

"By the way, why haven't you seen Bai Zhaoyi?"

Jiang Chen said strangely.

"She should still be busy, probably preparing for the award ceremony later." Liu Qiuyue replied.

In addition to communicating with each other, the Artist Awards will also select awards such as the best artist of the year, the most influential artist of the year, and the best work of the year.

This is the honor that every Chinese artist dreams of.

Sudden.

There was a loud noise, and people were all crowded together not far away.

They also walked over curiously
(End of this chapter)