Slag Gong walks the career line in the crematorium

Even though the members of the Qi family tried their best to conceal it, the news that they spent tens of millions to buy fake paintings leaked out and became a laughing stock in the circle.

An art dealer who makes a living by selling paintings was easily set up by others. He was so stupid that even the business of the Qi family was affected. They are all looking for someone to do the appraisal openly and secretly, for fear that they themselves will become victims.

Fortunately, no problem was found. People thought about it and found the difference.

"The Qi family can only get one Qi Yuyu. Qi Yuyu left the Qi family, and they went downhill."

Qi's father, Qi's mother, and Qi Fenghua both heard these remarks, and Qi Yuyu's anger became deeper, and his thoughts became more firm: Qi Yuyu must have been unwilling to leave Qi's house and secretly tripped him up!

Qi Fenghua gritted his teeth secretly. In the past, he was a talented young painter praised by others. Qi Yuyu was just a vulgar businessman, how could he be compared with him.

Recently, Qi Fenghua has been underwhelmed by Qi Yuyu everywhere. His paintings can't compare, and his business and selling paintings can't compare...Qi Fenghua used to like this brother very much. In his impression, his brother is very good to him. He will do whatever he wants. Try to get him back.

The current Qi Yuyu has turned into someone he doesn't recognize.

Qi Fenghua felt chills in his heart. He didn't care about Qi Yuyu's change of attitude towards him, nor did he care about his painting skills being crushed... His only objection was Yi Wusheng.

No matter what, Qi Yuyu shouldn't have copied Yi Wusheng's paintings!Qi Fenghua looked at his mobile phone, ruthlessly, and pressed the send button.

Without paying any attention to their thoughts, Lin Hanchuan hung a few more paintings in his gallery, which were the works of Qi Yuyu and Yue Hong, and the empty small exhibition hall began to take shape.

After seeing Qi Yuyu's painting in person, Yue Hong completely dispelled Qi Yuyu's suspicion, and ran to Qi Yuyu's house every day to discuss and study with him, and he was so happy from ear to ear.

Lin Hanchuan had other things to do, so he handed over all the affairs of the gallery to Qi Yuyu, and he didn't know where to go.

I don't know what he is busy with, and he can't even take care of the gallery.Qi Yuyu was in a daze.

"Draw! Draw! Draw!" Yue Hong raised his head and saw a drop of ink smeared from the tip of the paintbrush in Qi Yuyu's hand, which was crumbling.

Surprised, Qi Yuyu's hand was extremely steady and did not move at all. He looked at it, and wrote down the pen calmly. The stroke of the brush stroked smoothly across the rice paper, and the faint ink droplets turned into mountains that stretched endlessly. The momentum is extraordinary.

Yue Hong watched Qi Yuyu paint with amazement in his eyes.

Painting is not as chic as in film and television works. It often takes several days or dozens of days to create a painting. The painter is soaked in various colors of paint and looks disheartened. Most painters laugh at themselves, which is no better than moving bricks on a construction site.

Watching Qi Yuyu paint is like a kind of enjoyment. He has a calm expression and a composed demeanor. The brush in his hand is swaying, splashing ink, and every stroke is extremely casual.

What surprised Yuehong the most was the emotional appeal of Qi Yuyu's paintings.

Skills can be practiced, but emotions cannot be crafted.Yue Hong watched the outline of a painting gradually take shape, and he couldn't help sighing: "Brother Qi, if you started learning painting from an early age, how could there be my name in the painting world?"

Qi Yuyu is two years older than Yuehong, and now Yuehong is willing to call him Brother Qi.

Qi Yuyu smiled. He had drawn pictures when he was a child, and he had brought them in front of Qi's father, eager to get a compliment, but Qi's father just took a look, said something perfunctory, and said nothing.

Then Qi Fenghua also handed the painting to Qi's father, Qi's father changed Qi Yuyu's indifference, and praised Qi Fenghua for his extraordinary talent and a natural little painter with a smile on his face.

From then on, Qi Yuyu gave up the idea of ​​learning painting, and only regarded it as his invisible hobby, secretly painting in private until Lin Hanchuan appeared.

Looking away, Qi Yuyu was about to continue painting, but he saw someone walking into the gallery from the corner of his eye: "The gallery is not open yet, and we won't accept guests for the time being."

The person who came was a stern-faced old man. The corners of his mouth were slightly drawn down, and there were creases between his brows formed by years of frowning. He didn't look like a kind and easy-to-approach character.

Yue Hong also looked over, and he was startled: "Zhang, Mr. Zhang..."

Zhang Xiwei is the originator of the painting world. It is impossible for any painter not to know him. Yue Hong was very surprised. Why did Mr. Zhang come here? !

Qi Yuyu also recognized the person coming, he stood up and greeted respectfully: "Mr. Zhang."

Zhang Xiwei put his hands behind his back, and only hummed, his eyes wandered around the gallery a few times, and then returned to Qi Yuyu: "Are you painting?"

Qi Yuyu didn't know the purpose of this great Buddha, so he replied cautiously: "It's a work of practice, and it can't be seen by Zhang Laofa."

With an unpredictable expression, Zhang Xiwei walked to Qi Yuyu's side with his hands behind his back, sat on the chair brought over by Yuehong kindly, raised his chin and said, "Draw yours, let me see."

The attitude is very arrogant, but Yue Hong is agitated, and keeps winking at Qi Yuyu: agree quickly, agree quickly!

This is a big shot in the traditional Chinese painting circle. It is the dream of many people to get his advice. Today, the pie fell on Qi Yuyu!

Although he didn't understand why, Qi Yuyu took advantage of the situation and picked up the brush to start painting again.

There were two people with burning eyes beside him, Qi Yuyu ignored them, and was soon immersed in the world of painting.

Zhang Xiwei drooped his eyelids and watched lazily. After Qi Yuyu drew a few strokes, his eyes opened. Slowly, he also sat upright, staring at Qi Yuyu's painting intently, unable to bear Stop talking: "If you want to paint the rising sun, the ink should not be so thick. When painting Chinese paintings, it is best not to use too heavy a brush. Your strength is even, but if it is too even, it will lose a bit of charm..."

Qi Yuyu followed the example of kindness, and according to Zhang Xiwei's words, he edited a few strokes. Sure enough, the texture of the whole painting has risen to a higher level. While painting, he thanked: "Thank you, Mr. Zhang, for your guidance."

Zhang Xiwei's eyes flickered slightly, and he leaned back.After watching for a while, he suddenly asked, "What do you think about plagiarism and copying?"

As soon as these words came out, Qi Yuyu and Yue Hong instantly understood Zhang Xiwei's intention.

It seems that the dispute that day was passed to the ears of the judges.Knowing Zhang Xiwei's reason for coming, Qi Yuyu was not flustered either. He was not afraid of the slanting shadow, and replied in a clear voice: "Copying is a way for beginners to learn, while plagiarism is a way for mature painters to steal other people's ideas, creations, and ideas." feature."

"The former is learning in private, which is understandable; the latter is a means of gaining fame and reputation, which is unforgivable."

Zhang Xiwei is one of the main judges of the Spring Breeze Art Exhibition, and this time he really came because of Qi Yuyu's plagiarism rumors.

The Chunfeng Art Exhibition was almost buzzing with phone calls today. Hundreds of reports in various ways all said one thing: Qi Yuyu was suspected of plagiarism.

The organizer and the judging panel panicked, and their first reaction was to revoke Qi Yuyu's selection qualifications and let the matter rest. When Zhang Xiwei heard the news, he scolded everyone angrily.

It is not easy for Chinese painting to produce such a good seedling. Zhang Xiwei still remembers the surprise when he saw Qi Yuyu's painting for the first time. He didn't want to give Qi Yuyu the name of "plagiarism and dismissed" so casually. head, trying to oppose the rough handling of the judges.

Once Qi Yuyu is retired this time, he will always bear the original sin of plagiarism. Even after his death, he will be nailed to the pillar of shame and insulted by others.

As an important figure in the painting industry in Qingzhou City, Zhang Xiwei used his own efforts to temporarily protect Qi Yuyu and make a decision when the truth of the matter was found out.

Now that he saw Qi Yuyu painting on the spot, Zhang Xiwei also strengthened his determination, and he must not let this young man bear the stigma of suspected plagiarism for no reason!

Qi Yuyu's paintings are in a class of their own, with a unique style. The paintings submitted for the competition are like this, and the paintings he is painting now are also like this. Seeing the painting process with his own eyes, there is no possibility of plagiarism!

"You have been reported for plagiarism." Zhang Xiwei's gaze stayed on Qi Yuyu's painting, a glint of admiration flashed in his eyes, and he continued, "Don't worry, as long as you have done nothing wrong, we will never wrong you. "

After finishing speaking, Zhang Xiwei raised his eyes and warned with a serious expression: "If you really did something wrong, I will be the first to spare you!"

Zhang Xiwei walked around inexplicably, then left again, leaving Qi Yuyu and Yue Hong looking at each other.

Qi Yuyu's heart moved, he turned on the silent phone, and found that people had been sending him messages in the past few hours, and art dealers and painters he had contacted before contacted him one after another, and he also pieced together all the causes and consequences.

Qi Fenghua is a well-known painter in China, and he has more than 100 million fans on the video site. Just a few hours ago, he posted a video detailing the discovery that someone in the Spring Breeze Art Exhibition plagiarized the work of the previous gold award.

More than 100 million fans were blown up, and it didn't take long for Qi Yuyu's identity to be pulled out according to Qi Fenghua's words.

"The Spring Breeze Art Exhibition is the most serious and strictest competition in China, and a rat droppings cannot spoil a pot of porridge!" '

"If you can't even trust the results of the Spring Breeze Art Exhibition, then what else can we trust?"

'Dear friends, we can report this contestant for plagiarism. The Spring Breeze Art Exhibition stipulates that once a contestant has imitated or plagiarized behavior, once discovered, he will be disqualified from the competition! '

"Chunfeng Art Exhibition's telephone report number is... the network report address is..."

'Plagiarism dogs are not worthy of appearing in the Spring Breeze Art Exhibition! '

Qi Yuyu looked a little complicated after watching the barrage and comments in the video.

Yue Hong, who was at the side, scratched his head: "Brother Qi, did you offend someone, so persistently want to label you as plagiarism?"

This ruthless method of wishing to step Qi Yuyu into the ground made people shudder.

The feeling in his heart was hard to understand, Qi Yuyu said lightly: "This is my younger brother."

"Birth?" Yuehong asked subconsciously, seeing Qi Yuyu's slightly sad expression, he closed his mouth.

Yue Hong is simple-minded and only knows that this method is cruel, but Qi Yuyu can see that Qi Fenghua is using Internet public opinion methods to force Chunfeng Meizhan to deal with it.

If it wasn't for Zhang Xiwei's protection, he might have been returned to the painting, and the dirty water of plagiarism would have been poured on him.

Qi Yuyu claims that Qi Fenghua is not a bad brother. Although the relationship between the two is not very close because of his parents, he is responsive to Qi Fenghua and takes care of him everywhere... His only brother stabbed him so hard .

This made him sadder than Qi's father and mother's eccentricity. At least since he was a teenager, he no longer had expectations of his parents, but his younger brother is his real younger brother, and he will stick to him since he was a child and call him elder brother .

In the gloomy atmosphere, Lin Hanchuan walked in: "Why do you have such expressions?"

Before Qi Yuyu could speak, Yue Hong had already stepped forward, shaking everything out.

The disappointment in his heart was swept away, and Qi Yuyu began to regret why he signed Yuehong on impulse. What do you say.

Qi Yuyu stared at Yuehong and got a smug smile from him.

You must be embarrassed to say it, but I said it for you, is it enough?Yue Hong said so with his eyes.

Qi Yuyu laughed angrily, he glared at Yuehong, and didn't bother to look at him again: "It's okay, the jury is investigating the truth of the matter."

After hearing everything, Lin Hanchuan's eyes were a little cold, he sneered: "I count on those people..." Lin Hanchuan hooked the corners of his lips with a half-smile, and raised his cell phone, "Do you know what I found out? "

Qi Yuyu was taken aback. During the time when Lin Hanchuan disappeared, did he go to help him investigate?

Yue Hong asked quite cooperatively: "What did you find?"

Playing with his mobile phone, Lin Hanchuan clicked on the photo album, and pictures of handsome men and beautiful women flashed across his fingertips: "Yi Wusheng... In recent years, his private life has been chaotic, and he has made many boyfriends and girlfriends. They are all young people with some aura and talent. painter."

Dating a painter partner can be said to be a spiritual fit, dating two, it can be said that you like to go together, and dating countless in a short period of time... What should it be called?

The author has something to say:

Seeing that the crazy little cuties basically guessed the truth, I showed off to my friends, my little angels are too smart~

Then I suddenly discovered that among the more or less guessed little angels, there was a cute little girl with a strange style of painting. She asked cutely: "Is Yi Wusheng a reborn?"

Can't say they're the same, just say they don't matter.

Too cute, cute and cute, I want to rua