Urban Miracle Doctor: Posted after being rescued by a beautiful president

Drawn by a six-year-old?

Zhang Zhouyong's expression turned extremely ugly in an instant.

"enough!"

Afterwards, he shouted in a cold voice: "Ignorant child, what do you know? Okay, since you said that my painting was drawn by a six-year-old child, why don't you draw it in front of everyone? Sample?"

"Let us all see the level of those who dare to comment on my paintings like this?"

The rest of the people echoed and said, "Yes!"

"If you want to comment on President Zhang's paintings, you must first draw a better work than this one, otherwise, then you are just grandstanding!"

Seeing that Ning Fan fell silent.

Zhang Zhouyong sneered: "It seems that you dare not."

He glanced at everyone in the audience, and raised his voice and said: "Mr. Yan, who is very famous in the provincial capital, will come here soon to teach us experience, and now there is a sensationalist here, I am afraid that at that time because of him As a result, Mr. Yan Qing is dissatisfied with our Jiangcheng Painting Association."

"So, I'm going to kick him out now, do you agree?"

If Ning Fan was thrown out of the door today, he would be on the headlines in Jiangcheng the next day.

Jiang Ruxue frowned, just about to speak out.

At this time, Ning Fan reached out to stop her, looked at Zhang Zhouyong, and said indifferently: "Since you want to see it, then I will let you see how rubbish my work is."

"Bring me a wolf hair pen."

Zhang Zhouyong sneered and said, "Are you joking when you use a Langhao pen at your age?"

"I would like to advise you, you'd better use a brush pen."

Jiang Ruxue frowned. Langhao brushes are the most difficult to use. Generally, those who are beginners in painting will use Yanghao brushes first.

When she asked Ning Fan just now, the other party made it clear that he had never practiced painting, and now he was going to use a Langhao brush, which made Jiang Ruxue suspicious.

Although what Ning Fan said makes sense, does he really have the strength to draw a work with spirit and form?

"You don't need to worry about that."

Ning Fan said indifferently: "You just need to bring me the pen."

Zhang Zhouyong sneered: "Okay, as long as you like it, bring him a Langhao pen!"

soon.

An old man beside him went back and forth, and when he came back, he already had an extra Langhao pen in his hand.

Ning Fan took it, spread a piece of paper on the table, and then directly waved the Langhao pen in his hand.

The next moment, the ink fell on the paper, leaving behind several messy lines, which made Zhang Zhouyong and others laugh at him even more, thinking that Ning Fan was just trying to please the public, but in fact he was not good at all.

But soon, Ning Fan's eyes suddenly changed, and a murderous intent appeared on his body, and then, he moved a lot faster with the Langhao brush in his hand!

At the same time, there is a very magnificent momentum in it. At this moment, everyone is attracted by Ning Fan's actions, and their eyes are fascinated.

Jiang Ruxue's eyes flickered even more.

Gradually!

On the originally blank paper, a picture began to take shape, with city walls and fortresses on it!

The same goes for soldiers.

And under the city wall, there are many bones and fireworks.

Ning Fan speeded up his movements, waving the Langhao brush in his hand, the movements looked more majestic and majestic, every stroke seemed to move the surrounding air.

What no one knew was that when Ning Fan saw this painting in his father's inheritance, he was also infatuated. He never thought that he would be able to see such a picture.

Then, when he put down the Langhao brush, there were wisps of aura invisible to the naked eye entangled, and it kept falling on every corner of the painting, making the painting look more and more perfect.

It took about 10 minutes for Ning Fan to react. He took a deep breath and put down the Langhao pen in his hand.

Looking at the painting presented in front of everyone, for some reason, Ning Fan's mind suddenly became very dull, especially when he saw the back of the man in black standing on the city wall, he felt his heart was crushed. General twitching, feeling very subtle.

"Gollum!"

At this time, a person beside Zhang Zhouyong said tremblingly: "My God!"

"Did he really draw this painting? How could he have such calm movements at his age?"

Not only him, everyone present was deeply shocked by the painting in front of them. If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, who would believe that it was painted by a young man who looked like he was only in his 20s?

Jiang Ruxue's eyes flickered, and Ning Fan gave her a big surprise this time.

Zhang Zhouyong was also shocked by Ning Fan's painting at first, but soon he said coldly: "Can you tell me what you painted, why didn't I see it after looking at it for a long time? I see you It's worse than bullshit!"

After Zhang Zhouyong's words fell, those people in the Painting Association came to their senses, and also echoed with a sneer: "Yes! As far as the level of your painting is concerned, even a three-year-old kid can't compare to me in scribbling. I really want to know what face you have to criticize President Zhang's words?"

"Apologize to President Zhang now, otherwise, we will ruin your reputation."

After all, Zhang Zhouyong is also the president of the painting association. If they don't speak to him at this time, but are hated by him, wouldn't they be doomed in the future?

"You are really a group of people who are trying to catch fame."

Ning Fan laughed: "Your painting association is really rotten to the extreme."

"I really don't know why this kind of place exists."

Afterwards, he looked at Jiang Ruxue and said bluntly, "Miss Jiang, do you want to stay here any longer?"

"How about I go out and wait for you?"

He really couldn't stay in this kind of place for a minute, the people in front of him were too hypocritical.

Jiang Ruxue shook her head and said, "Forget it, I'll leave with you."

Then, without even looking at those people again, she followed Ning Fan's footsteps and left here.

After seeing how hypocritical these people are, Jiang Ruxue is also afraid that after seeing Mr. Yan Qing, the other party will be like these people, and thus disappoint herself.

soon.

Their backs disappeared here, and before they left, an old man in blue stepped in.

After seeing him, everyone's eyes lit up, and they hurriedly greeted him: "Master Yan Qing."

Yes!

The person who appeared here at this time was none other than the famous master of painting, Master Yan Qing.

"Ah."

Yan Qing nodded, but the next moment, his eyes were suddenly attracted by a painting, and he became excited instantly: "Who painted this?"