Matriarch is Pretty and Cool

Buy paintings with paintings? !

When the guests who watched the exhibition heard this, they all looked at it with interest. What is the rule?

Li Can snorted coldly and said loudly: "This gentleman, although our country A calligraphy and painting association is not a big organization, it is still quite famous. The works of the painting and calligraphy association will never be sold."

Even if you have a golden mountain and silver mountain, you won't sell it!

Of course this is bragging. If someone sends a golden mountain to buy a painting, Li Can thinks he can still consider it.

"Seeing that Mr. loves this painting so much, then buy it according to the rules. If you can produce this painting, you can't buy it."

Li Can sneered for a while. They are used to being demonic repairers. They have always robbed people. Does anyone dare to buy their paintings?

Was the dream awake?

"This gentleman, please." The manager suppressed a smile and made a gesture of kindness towards Liu Zheng.

By the way, I saw the four treasures of the study on a long table not far away.

Everyone around took a sigh of relief. This is to let people paint on the spot, and then buy paintings with paintings?

Who can paint on-site comparable to the moon shadow picture on display?

Rao was the great talent of Liu Zheng who was passed on as the imperial capital, and was shocked.

This...If this continues, can he really get back his family heirloom? Is it possible to live in a foreign country?

Thinking of this, Liu Zheng's forehead blue veins jumped wildly, wishing to go back and slap Liu Yuyou again.

The manager smiled and walked to the desk, very diligently helping Liu Zheng to study ink.

Liu Zheng comes from a family of scholars, and painting is not difficult for him, but let him improvise a famous painting comparable to the image of the heirloom moon shadow. What is it that a strong man is difficult?

"Sir, please."

Liu Zheng's complexion was red and embarrassed, and his tone couldn't help but became a little hasty: "This...I..."

In fact, before he came, he had already prepared the money, and he planned to go bankrupt and bought the painting back, but this trick caught him off guard.

The dean of the Imperial College of Fine Arts squeezed into the crowd, pushed the reading glasses on the bridge of his nose and watched this scene. He caught a glimpse of Liu Zheng who looked embarrassed and couldn't help but said, "Can I paint for this guy?"

Li Can cast a glance: "Yes, you can."

You just painted it and he is not satisfied, so don't want to buy this painting.

The surrounding audience exclaimed: "He is the dean of the Imperial College of Fine Arts, specializing in Chinese painting, and has countless disciples! He is a master of painting!"

"I'm going, is it the master who drew the comics for "The Story of the Mountain and Moon" in a national style? That was my picture book reader when I was a kid! I miss it!"

"The real painter is here!"

"..."

The dean of the department smiled, thought for a while, picked up the brush and dropped it on the white rice paper. The ink dropped various images on the rice paper.

The eyes of the surrounding audience looked straight, and some even took out their phones and started the live broadcast.

This is a real master painting!

Li Can's face is getting harder and harder to look, someone came to hit the venue on the first day of the exhibition?

About an hour later, the head of the department put down the brush and looked at Li Can with a smile: "What do you think?"

Everyone present was screaming, this is the real painter!

Take a look at the level of this Chinese painting, the ink plum in the snow under the moon shadow, pure master level!

A video host in a live room shouted excitedly at the camera: "I really saw a visual feast today!"

Li Can's expressionless face: "I don't think it can match this moon shadow picture. I'm sorry that our calligraphy and paintings will not be sold.

Everyone was surprised, this is not comparable?

The dean's gray brows couldn't help but frowned.

Just as everyone was filled with indignation, a still smiling voice came in along the cold wind: "Really? Then I'll paint."