Mr. Bo, my wife has offered 100 billion to break off the engagement.

Before the guests could see Wen Ning's calligraphy work, the little old man Zhang Zhiyi ran away, fearing that others would steal the work from him.

Everyone shouted from behind, "Mr. Zhang, let us take a look before we leave!"

Zhang Zhiyi didn't care about them.

He didn't give me any money. Take a look and see if someone pays a high price and takes it away!

Everyone: What a great calligrapher!

Wen Ning smiled nonchalantly and glared at her with resentment.

Wen Ning looked at the gaze he felt, his red lips raised, and he smiled charmingly.

The calligraphy works that Chu Lian had just filled with people were now empty.

Some guests had regrets on their faces, and even the gentleman who made the bid joined the crowd to see Wen Ning's calligraphy works.

Her eyes flashed with uncontrollable rage.

She refused to accept the reality in front of her. The glory in this round should belong to her. She thought she had a chance to win, but she still lost!

She is the daughter of the Chu family in the capital. She has been deeply influenced by music, chess, calligraphy and painting since she was a child, and the master who taught her praised her for her intelligence, diligence and conscientiousness.

She is definitely not a half-hearted person, how could Wen Ning surpass her!

Mo Yue stopped reading the comments in the live broadcast room and wanted to smash her phone.

If she had known that the result would be like this, she would never have proposed live voting to compare winning and losing. She was so embarrassed that she slapped not only Chu Lian’s face, but also the Chu family’s face in the capital!

After three games, Wen Ning's mouth was dry. He took a sip of tea from the side and sipped it twice, saying with admiration, "Good tea!"

She walked to Chu Lian, raised her chin slightly, and looked down at Chu Lian, who lowered his head, "Are you still competing?"

Chu Lian's fingertips were trembling, his eyes were sharp, and his face was red, "Is it great to win the first three games? You are humiliating me by asking this!"

Wen Ning poured another cup of tea, blew away the foam on it, and took a leisurely sip, "I'm just going to ask you, why are you fantasizing so much?"

Chu Lian's eyes were red and he was about to cry, pretending to be pitiful.

What she used was to turn Wen Ning into a self-reliant and arrogant person who didn't know how to respect others in front of the public and the national audience.

"Chu Lian isn't bad either. Why are you being bullied by her like this? I'm almost crying."

"It looks like some of the top students in the class who have good grades and look down on others."

"I hate this kind of woman the most. No matter how powerful she is, she doesn't respect people."

"Chu Lian is so pitiful, wuwuwu."

"Is the person upstairs sick? Chu Lianming understands the combination of lotus and small green tea."

In an instant, Wen Ning's image fell, and a few people stood beside Wen Ning.

Final round, painting.

In order to avoid what happened last time and to see the painting process of the two people, the guests proposed to place two canvases in the center of the stage and each of them would paint with pen and ink.

This time everyone focused their attention on Wen Ning, and the vertical canvas unfolded downwards.

Wen Ning stood in front of the canvas, with a slender and tall back and dark black hair hanging down, like an ancient beauty walking out of the painting.

She held the brush in her hand and lightly dipped it in water. Instead of using pen and ink, she painted directly with color, using a layer of light color to lay a large tone on the paper.

Using a titanium white pen, she flicked her wrist, and the petals came to life on the paper.

Some of the guests thought it was a bit ordinary, so they went to see Chu Lian painting.

Chu Lian's paintings are completely opposite to Wen Ning's. She was crushed by Wen Ning several times before. This time she chose majestic ink paintings, which is bound to overwhelm Wen Ning.

Come up and use a brush to draw ink to create tall and majestic mountains, layer upon layer, majestic.

More and more people are attracted to look at Chu Lian's paintings.

There were only a few people standing next to Wen Ning. They were all shocked because they had seen Wen Ning's first three games. They also stayed by Wen Ning's side during the last game, watching carefully and keeping silent.

As time passed, Chu Lian's landscape painting was full of momentum, with many mountains and peaks painted, and the artistic conception was vast.

Many people nodded approvingly, "It is rare for Miss Chu to dare to paint such a landscape painting. Landscape painting can convey the artistic conception better."

Chu Lian nodded slightly and smiled, but focused on Wen Ning. When she was just painting, many people flocked to her side, indicating that Wen Ning's painting this time did not meet the expectations of the guests.

She showed a sweet and soft smile, "Sir, that's a wonderful compliment. You haven't seen Miss Wen's paintings yet, so why don't we go and see them together."

Slowly walking in front of Wen Ning's painting, clusters of white jasmine flowers bloomed on the ink-colored branches. The deep and shallow light ink colors covered the entire painting. Bone painting.

A simple boneless painting, but she painted it to perfection with a few strokes. The clusters of jasmine almost wanted to escape from the canvas and turned into reality, and the charm was even more vivid.

Next to it, Wen Ning personally wrote, "Sending Jun Moli, I hope you will never leave."

Several people who had been guarding Wen Ning repeatedly praised him, "After guarding him for so long, I just feel like I'm trapped in a painting. It's a masterpiece."

“Chinese painting is not so particular about form, but more about charm.”

Chu Lian stared at the jasmine painting for a while, then came back to his senses, his face turned pale, and he murmured, "This is impossible, this is impossible!"

How could she draw such a stunning painting!

Mo Yuehui's intestines turned green, he pinched his fingers tightly, and a trace of blood overflowed from his palms.

When Wen Ning walked in front of Mo Yue, it seemed as if there was a overwhelming force. Mo Yue avoided looking directly at Wen Ning.

Wen Ning looked forward and asked, "Miss Mo, is it time to fulfill the live broadcast voting contest that we mentioned before?"

Mo Yue snorted coldly, "It's Miss Ye's recognition party anyway, so there's no need to make it so ugly in public. Everyone can just make it fun and forget about voting."

Before Wen Ning could speak, Zhan Suojie couldn't hold back anymore. He was really angry now, his eyes were as cold as ice, and he said angrily, "You said you won't vote if you don't want to vote? Who are you? You two have the right to vote?" You come here to trouble my wife, and then you deny it when you see that we are about to lose? What a bastard of a lady."

"This competition must be live-streamed for voting! There is no way to deny it. I will personally supervise it and someone will open a live-streaming voting platform!"

As soon as Zhan Suojie spoke, there was nothing wrong with Mo Yue. Mo Yue was as silent as a quail. Chu Lian's tears fell in a crashing manner. She trembled on her lips and couldn't believe it. Zhan Suojie could be so heartless and cold-blooded. He didn't even give her any face, and made it impossible for her to get off the stage in public.

His angry eyes fell on Wen Ning, and he wanted to cut her into pieces.

This brief scene was played live in high definition several times by Bo Hannian to the audience in the live broadcast room, without Mo Yue knowing anything about it.

Ye Ning directly used the computer to call up the surveillance footage of Chu Lian provoking Wen Ning, took out her mobile phone, entered her certified Weibo account, and posted it with a few big words: Is Chu Lian worthy of fighting Suo Jie? Wen Ning tore it up with his hands.