Slag Gong walks the career line in the crematorium

Qi Yuyu subconsciously glanced at Lin Hanchuan who was beside him, and with a little sweetness oozing from the bottom of his heart, he said, "I was influenced by one person."

The eyes of Qi Fenghua and Yuehong flickered for a while, and Yuehong hesitated to speak with a complicated expression.

Those who admired the paintings didn't find anything wrong with them. They were immersed in Qi Yuyu's paintings and couldn't get back to their senses. Their eyes glowed with surprise.

"I paint this style that combines Eastern and Western characteristics. My teacher still scolds me. Now he is not really fragrant."

"Which big guy is trying a new style? Except for those big guys, I have never seen such a contagious work."

"It's not like a boss descending to earth, this style is too unique"

"So...in our circle, another genius has emerged?"

The crowd was quiet for a while, and then a more intense discussion broke out. Everyone tried their best to lower their voices, but so many people gathered together to talk at the same time, it was inevitable to raise the volume.

"The new generation of painters has another genius. I don't know how those new painters compare."

"With such a strong personal style, only Yi Wusheng can compare with him."

"I think Yi Wusheng is not as good as this painter. Yi Wusheng's paintings have no connotation and are too empty."

The voices of everyone's discussion scrambled into Qi Fenghua's ears. His expression became more and more ugly, and he even wanted to stop these people loudly. Yi Wusheng has been painting since elementary school. After more than 20 years of hard work, how could he not be as good as a half-way monk? Ye Luzi!

Qi Yuyu also heard these praises, he was a little surprised, he didn't expect his work to get such a high evaluation, and he was a little moved.

Lin Hanchuan hooked the corners of his lips, and he was also proud, as if he had picked up a dusty gem, and after a little wiping, the covered light would be revealed again.

Everyone praised Qi Fenghua like a knife stuck in Qi Fenghua's chest. He gritted his teeth, and his eyes seemed resentful or angry. Finally, he couldn't restrain himself and asked loudly: "This painting of yours was won by He Yi Wusheng three years ago. Why is it so similar?"

Someone recognized Qi Fenghua's identity and followed his gaze to see Qi Yuyu.

The people in the exhibition hall all focused on the two of them, with different expressions.

"What did you say?" Lin Hanchuan walked to Qi Yuyu's side and asked with a frown. There was frost between his brows and eyes, and Qi Fenghua's dissatisfaction reached its peak.

At this moment, at the exhibition of the Spring Breeze Art Exhibition, there were crowds of people all around. In the eyes of everyone, Qi Fenghua suddenly said this sentence, which attracted everyone's attention.

Qi Fenghua had no evidence, he just asked casually, but he asked this question in front of everyone in the industry, which planted the seeds of suspicion in people's hearts and cast a shadow over Qi Yuyu's reputation.

Even if the truth is clarified in the end, rumors and rumors are scary, there will always be people who will seize the opportunity, selectively ignore the clarification, and attack Qi Yuyu with the name of 'plagiarism'.

Qi Fenghua's heart can be punished.Lin Hanchuan narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Why are you pretending to be stupid?" Qi Fenghua said harshly, "Anyone can see how similar this painting is to Yi Wusheng's back then!"

After being impulsive for a while, Qi Fenghua quickly came back to his senses, but he didn't feel that he had done something wrong. Instead, he strengthened his thinking: Such a high similarity is not plagiarism!

Qi Fenghua didn't want to admit that the deepest trace of jealousy in his heart was jealous that Qi Yuyu was just a half-way monk, and he had more impact than the person he drew from elementary school, and he was also jealous... Qi Yuyu had Yi Qionglou beside him.

"Plagiarism is the biggest accusation against a creator." Yue Hong said, "Without evidence, you can't be so sure that he plagiarized."

After he finished speaking, he paused: "Maybe it's not him who plagiarized, but Yi Wusheng."

When Qi Fenghua heard this, his eyes were red with anger, and his fingertips were trembling slightly. He took out his mobile phone, called up a picture, looked around the picture, and showed it to everyone.

"As long as people compare these two works, it is impossible not to see the difference! Don't quibble, just explain why the composition and proportion of the two paintings are so similar?" Qi Fenghua said.

The picture is an oil painting of sunset. The thick and colorful colors spread on the canvas, blurring out the afterglow of the setting sun. The pale yellow sunlight and the cold gray steel city do not affect each other, and they stand in a cold confrontation.

Oil painting and traditional Chinese painting were originally two different types of painting. The styles of the two paintings were not the same, and the techniques and focus were quite different. But at this time, the two paintings were put together for comparison, and everyone felt that something was not quite right. up.

"These two paintings do seem a bit like..."

"One sunrise and one sunset, one oil painting and one traditional Chinese painting, I feel like I accidentally hit the subject matter?"

"It's kind of like it, but not quite like it. Yi Wusheng's oil paintings are more gloomy, while traditional Chinese paintings are very relaxed and calm, giving people a completely different feeling."

"Isn't this scene all from our city of Qingzhou? Without more evidence, it seems wrong to say that anyone copied it..."

Everyone chattered and discussed for a while, but they couldn't make up their minds.

Some people think that it is possible to learn from and imitate, and some people think that they are all scenes of the city, and the similar composition is not incomprehensible.

After arguing with each other for a few minutes, everyone finally agreed that it is still necessary to use evidence to speak for plagiarism. The ecological environment of the entire circle is even more devastating.

Just imagine, if you can convict people without evidence, if someone doesn’t like a painter, they will scold him for plagiarism, and everyone will flock to scold him regardless of whether it is true or not—as long as this kind of thing happens a few times, The whole painting world was destroyed.

One of the onlookers explained, and then said to Qi Fenghua, "Do you have any other evidence?"

If it is really plagiarism, no creator will tolerate it!

Qi Fenghua opened his mouth, unable to speak.

The similarity between the two paintings is so high, isn't that considered evidence?Qi Fenghua was turned pale by a group of people, he couldn't hold back, and left in a hurry.

Before leaving, Qi Fenghua ignored the worried eyes of Yuan Xiao beside him, turned his head to look at Lin Hanchuan and Qi Yuyu in the crowd, took a deep breath, clutched the phone tightly in his hand, and the screen was still on Yi Wusheng's face. works.

Lin Hanchuan breathed a sigh of relief, and exchanged a glance with Qi Yuyu.

At this time, more and more people came to hear the news, and Qi Yuyu's identity had been exposed. Lin Hanchuan led him out of the crowd and left the art museum.After walking out of the gate of the art museum, Lin Hanchuan stopped, feeling a little helpless.

"Mr. Yue, I wonder where you are going with us?" Lin Hanchuan asked helplessly.

Yue Hong said confidently: "I want to see him draw."

Yue Hong, who has always been straightforward and unscheming, doesn't know much about tact, but Lin Hanchuan likes this straightforward style, but each artist's painting skills and process are exclusive and top secret, few people will show it to outsiders, Lin Hanchuan I didn't want Qi Yuyu to be in a difficult situation, and was about to refuse, but Qi Yuyu spoke first.

"Okay." Qi Yuyu pondered, "What do you exchange for?"

Yuehong thought for a while: "Do you want money? Or can I draw you a painting? Do you have any masters in the painting world that you want to meet, I can introduce you..."

Yuehong said a lot, all he could do and give, Qi Yuyu was unmoved, he couldn't help but get anxious: "What do you want? You won't like it Me, do you want me to promise you with my body?"

Qi Yuyu: "!!!"

Lin Hanchuan: "???"

Qi Yuyu: "You are talking nonsense!"

"Didn't you sign a contract with the studio yet? I want you to sign with his studio!" Qi Yuyu was afraid that Yue Hong would say something stupid, so he hurriedly expressed his request before he opened his mouth.

Qi Yuyu knew Yuehong, who was one of the most famous young painters in recent years. He was stronger than Qi Fenghua and comparable to Yi Wusheng. There is no need to sell paintings, so I have never signed any gallery or studio.

And it just so happened that Lin Hanchuan's gallery had just been prepared, and there was a shortage of a painter who could take care of it.

"Okay!" Yue Hong agreed without thinking.

Qi Yuyu, who was fast, was a little hesitant. He was entangled several times in his heart, not knowing whether it was right or wrong for him to sign Yuehong... Qi Yuyu was not afraid of Yuehong's withdrawn personality, but he was afraid that Yuehong's words would be embarrassing if.

Thinking of this, Qi Yuyu raised his eyes to look in the direction of Lin Hanchuan, just in time to meet Lin Hanchuan's gaze, his heart skipped a beat, and he talked to Yuehong in a panic: "Then it's a deal!"

By the time Qi Yuyu reacted, it was already too late.

Fortunately, Yue Hong is only interested in his painting skills, as long as he is separated from Lin Hanchuan.Qi Yuyu thought optimistically.

Lin Hanchuan watched Qi Yuyu recruit a famous painter for himself, and he couldn't help smiling. After laughing, thinking of what happened just now, a chill flashed in his eyes.

When the three of them returned to Lin Hanchuan's studio, Qi Fenghua also returned to Qi's house.

In the past few days, the atmosphere of Qi's family has been full of joy because of the fact that he bought the authentic painting of the saint at a low price. This time when Qi Fenghua came home, Qi's mother did not come out joyfully, and Qi's father was nowhere to be seen.

Curiosity disappeared in a flash, Qi Fenghua wanted to tell his parents what happened just now, and it would be better for them to tell Yi's parents, so that the plagiarists will pay the price.

Searching around, Qi Fenghua stopped at the door of the study, and heard a voice from inside.

Mother Qi's voice was hoarse and choked after crying: "What should we do now?"

"You ask me, how do I know." Qi's father was also hoarse, and he cursed angrily, "Those bastards in Antique Street, actually joined forces with outsiders to lie to me. They set up such a big trap..."

"That's tens of millions, not tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands!" Qi's mother was a little anxious.

Qi's father sighed: "You can't call the police. If this matter gets out, I will become a joke in the industry. Whoever dares to come to me to buy paintings, whoever dares to come to sell me paintings, even if they sell, there will be more money." Lots of fakes."

"It's all your fault. If you hadn't heard the news that some painting sage's authentic work had come out of the mountain, you would have done it without verification. How could we have come to where we are today!"

Qi's father was silent for a long time, and Qi Fenghua suddenly understood that there was a problem with the authentic painting of the saint!

In the room, Qi's father suddenly kicked something over: "Damn, if you want me to say, it must have been set up by Qi Yuyu and that kid from the Yi family! He couldn't understand our love for Fenghua, so he left suddenly, and immediately Set up this game, let me get into the trap!"

"Is he... taking revenge on us?" After hearing Father Qi's words, Mother Qi hesitated, half-believing.

Hearing Qi Yuyu's name suddenly, Qi Fenghua swayed, touched the door and made a sound, the person inside opened the door after hearing the news, and immediately softened his face after seeing that it was Qi Fenghua: "Fenghua, you are back, how is the exhibition?" ?”

Not caring about answering the question, Qi Fenghua took a deep breath and said, "Dad, Mom, you are right, they are taking revenge on us!"

Apart from this explanation, Qi Fenghua couldn't think of any reason!

Both of them have reasons for revenge, Qi Yuyu wants revenge on the Qi family, Yi Qionglou wants revenge on the Yi family, and herself.Qi Fenghua was bitter in his heart, but there was a resolute expression on his face.

He can accept Yi Qionglou's revenge on himself, but he can't accept that Yi Wusheng is involved!He must expose Qi Yuyu's true face of plagiarism, drive him out of Chunfeng Meizhan, and prevent him from tarnishing the reputation of Chunfeng Meizhan!