Hearing Yang Xiaofan's words, Old Chen couldn't help but smile bitterly and said:

"Xiaofan, I am so old, don't joke about me! Besides, don't say that I am old now. Even when I was young, she looked down on me. Women like her have the strength, beauty, and money. The only men she can look at are the only ones like you."

Yang Xiaofan refused to deny Mr. Chen's words.

There is no way, people are afraid of being famous and pigs are afraid of being strong, and men are even more afraid of being handsome.

It's all because he's so charming now.

Not long after, many artists from all over the world came forward to communicate with Yang Xiaofan.

Most artists do not like to attract sexual intercourse. If you really play medical skills, if you do this, you will not be able to do art well.

But Yang Xiaofan is different. Yang Xiaofan is perfect in all aspects.

Artists are also humans, but their thoughts may be higher than those of ordinary people.

But it is human beings after all, so this has led to their idols and worship.

On weekdays, they are all around them who worship them, but nothing worthy of their worship.

Now that Yang Xiaofan has appeared, they will naturally be unable to help but worship Yang Xiaofan.

There are many women among them, but they were all persuaded by Yang Xiaofan to withdraw one by one, just like the female artist before.

This made Mr. Chen, who was standing by, look at it and couldn't help but feel envious.

It’s better to be young, but it’s better to have the ability to be young. Women come up and pay for it. If they want it, they want it, and if they don’t want it, they don’t want it.

Which man doesn’t envy, envy and hate this kind of life?

After a brief exchange before, the organizers of this exchange meeting also began to give speeches on stage.

Mr. Chen explained in Yang Xiaofan's ear:

"This man is a very famous artist in the beautiful country, Smith. He is also a rich and collector. He is very rich. I heard that he is ranked among the top spots in the entire beautiful country."

Yang Xiaofan nodded.

American knives are very valuable. A US knives can be exchanged for soft girls worth several dollars.

Therefore, since the other party can be named in the beautiful capital, his value will definitely be good.

"Welcome to the art exchange meeting we held this time. This exchange meeting gathered the greatest artists from all over the world. The purpose is to allow art from all over the world to gather together and conduct art exchanges. Our first activity today is to invite an artist to create an art, carry forward the culture of his country, and use it to comment and exchange."

"Next, we will draw lots to determine which artist will create."

The draw starts soon.

What was unexpected was that the first person to be drawn was Mr. Chen.

"Oh, it's a master of Chinese painting from the East, Mr. Chen. Now, please invite Mr. Chen to perform for us and create Chinese paintings in Eastern China. OK?"

Mr. Chen looked at Yang Xiaofan and smiled slightly.

"I didn't expect that I was actually drawn. It seems that I want to ask you to come on stage to help and show off."

Yang Xiaofan was quite speechless.

"Why are your luck so bad? No one else was beaten, and you were beaten in an instant."

Mr. Chen was so amused and crying.

"I was beaten, isn't it good? This is an opportunity to show your own country. Others can't get it. But you're good. If you give us a chance, you'll still dislike it."

After saying that, he waved to the stage and said:

"Mr. Smith, my Chinese painting creation skills are not as good as Yang Xiaofan, who is around me. He is also a member of our Chinese Painting Association. Can you ask him to go on stage and create on my behalf?"

"Of course, my friend."

After that live broadcast, it is well known that Yang Xiaofan's ability to create Chinese paintings is very high. After all, his premium is there. If his creative ability is not enough, then he will not be qualified to sell such a high price.

So, that's why Smith agreed.

Amid the applause, Yang Xiaofan walked up to the center, and a staff member quickly brought a painting tool for Yang Xiaofan to create.

Yang Xiaofan picked up his pen, and everyone surrounded him. The people on the second floor were also surrounded by the railings, and all their eyes were staring at Yang Xiaofan.

Some of them have poor eyesight and even wear their own glasses.

Yang Xiaofan looked at the canvas in front of him, pondered for a moment, took a deep breath, and immediately began to create.

Oriental Chinese painting mainly focuses on landscapes, magnificent and round.

Of course, there are also figure paintings, animal paintings...and so on, but the best way to express Chinese painting is landscape painting.

Therefore, Yang Xiaofan chose a landscape painting.

He painted the two sides of the river gorge. With just a few strokes, he outlined the mountains and steep suspension, and the pines standing on the mountain, which was particularly tough and ferocious. The river below was surging, the water flowed rapidly, and the image was particularly real.

As Yang Xiaofan painted, everyone's eyes were attracted by it.

Yang Xiaofan's paintings have a kind of magic.

Very special magic, as if this painting is real.

Whether it is from the artistic conception or the visual effect, just look at it, it is like you are standing on the real banks of the river gorge.

Until Yang Xiaofan finished painting, the whole audience was silent and there was no one talking.

Everyone's consciousness was immersed in Yang Xiaofan's paintings.

It was not until Yang Xiaofan couldn't help but coughed lightly before he woke everyone up from the silence.

In an instant, a burst of thunderous applause burst out in the entire hall.

Mr. Chen was so excited that tears filled his eyes, his eyes were red.

He walked forward and held Yang Xiaofan's hand tightly.

"Xiaofan, good! Your move has brought honor to our Chinese paintings. Even I didn't expect that your progress in paintings would be so rapid during this period. With this painting, you can establish a sect and become one since you have been one!"

Smith and others couldn't help but exclaim:

"It's amazing to use your Eastern words! This painting is so powerful. Although I am a beautiful Chinese, and our West mainly focuses on oil paintings. But when I see your painting, I still want to say that this painting is stronger than any oil painting in our history!"

"Mr. Smith has gone too far."

Yang Xiaofan was polite, while Smith shook his head and spoke with a solemn look on his face:

"No, I'm not exaggerating at all. Your painting is much better than the paintings I saw you selling at your auction."

Of course, Yang Xiaofan knew that his paintings were much better than before.

Before, he was only at the level of a master, but now he has reached the holy level of krypton gold. The technical level has improved by more than a little!
Chapter completed!