Although there was such an unharmonious episode in the middle, it did not affect the auction process of the meeting at all. Peaks followed peaks. After the finale of Wu Changshuo's "Refugee Picture" was auctioned, the scene was still very hot.

As a last resort, Cheng Nuo invited Li Shutong, who was watching from the sidelines, to come over.

"Master, you see that the enthusiasm for our auction is still undiminished. Can you please use this as the title and make a work on the spot to write a successful ending to this charity sale?"

Li Shutong thought for a moment and shook his head: "Mr. Cheng, although I came here this time to support the charity sale, I have been busy with chores recently and my calligraphy and painting have lost their creative spirit. To come forward with such a work is irresponsible to the donors. In this case,

There was nothing I could do."

Also, this matter was not part of the plan in the first place. People are willing to come and support, which has already given me enough face. It is too much to ask for anything else.

"Okay, the elephant is invisible, the painting has a blank space, and the charity sale should also have a blank space, so let's give it up at this time." Cheng Nuo stopped insisting and was about to return to the venue to declare the end.

At this moment, Li Shutong suddenly stopped him and pushed out the silent apprentice beside him.

"As my apprentice, I have some attainments in painting. In a few years, I can completely inherit my mantle. If possible, why not use his paintings?"

Looking at this young man, Cheng Nuo had some suspicions in his mind and asked, "Okay, I wonder what the name of this gentleman is?"

The young man bowed slightly and said politely: "My surname is Feng and my name is Run. Please meet Mr. Cheng."

Upon hearing the introduction, Cheng Nuo slapped his forehead and confirmed that the person in front of him was Feng Zikai. He didn't expect that he was so young, probably about the same as Wan Laiming.

Li Shutong also thought that Cheng Nuo had other opinions, so he specifically said: "With the masters in front of us leading the way, it is not appropriate for Zi Qiang's work to be used as the finale. Mr. Cheng can make his own arrangements."

"It doesn't matter, Mr. Feng can do whatever he wants." Cheng Nuo suddenly thought of a way and said, "But I have a plan that requires the cooperation of the gentlemen."

Cheng Nuo then told the two of them his idea, and they both nodded with satisfaction, especially Feng Zikai, who couldn't wait to have such an opportunity to perform at such a young age.

Walking to the venue, under the watchful eyes of everyone, the venue staff placed an Eight Immortals table on the rostrum, then spread out rice paper, ground ink, inkstones, and brushes.

"Mr. Cheng, what are you doing? Why can't I understand? Didn't you say that you want to lift up the finale?" Relying on his good relationship with Cheng Nuo, he took another photo of Song Huizong.

Li Tianfu is in a very good mood and feels confident when asking questions.

"Mr. Li, you are wrong to blame me. I never said that there is any other finale in the finale. What you took is one of our finales." Cheng Nuo explained with a smile.

"People who understand can't talk nonsense. If you don't talk about the auction price, just talk about the auction position, no matter how you look at it, it's not my turn." Li Tianfu didn't buy that sentence at all, and still asked curiously.

Seeing someone taking the lead, the people below also asked questions one after another, almost asking for answers.

It's a pity that Cheng Nuo and others have already discussed it in the background, doing Tai Chi and refusing to say a single useful word.

There was an impatient person who was not happy and said something on the spot: "Mr. Cheng, if anyone looks down on you because you are young, he is a fool. You are too slippery. You didn't pay the money anyway. If you don't tell the truth,

Let’s do this, I don’t want that XX work anymore, and the deposit will be treated as a donation.”

Fortunately, after the pen, ink, paper and inkstone were prepared, Li Shutong and Feng Zikai walked directly to the stage without much delay.

Cheng Nuo walked steadily to the front of the stage, cleared his throat and said: "There is no mercy in floods. When the people of Zhili were in such a disaster, everyone gave their full support and rescued from all directions. This charity sale was a complete success. All the exhibits were

They were auctioned off, or used in oceans, or in foreign currency, or in kind. I believe that with this material support, the lives of our compatriots will be easier this winter in the future.

Logically speaking, this charity sale can be declared over, but considering everyone's enthusiasm and the special significance behind this charity sale, we specially invited Master Hongyi and Master Fengrun (Zikai) to do the event.

Let’s draw a group photo, what do you think?”

After hearing this, everyone was shocked. The people who can come here to participate in the charity sale are all well-known people. They have more or less come into contact with cameras. There are family photos displayed at home and group photos have been taken.

There are also many people who find it very novel to draw a picture in the form of painting.

Fortunately for Li Shutong, everyone had seen what he was capable of, but facing Feng Zikai, who had no masterpieces at this time, everyone was still generally skeptical.

However, considering that they also had good intentions and it was not the right time to cause trouble, they acquiesced to the actions of the three people on the stage.

Of course, whether it is oil painting or traditional Chinese painting, painting portraits is not an easy task, so according to Cheng Nuo's arrangement, and in order to show Feng Zikai's expertise, the group photo took into account the background of traditional Chinese painting and focused on comics to capture the

The characteristics of the characters will appear on the page with just a few strokes.

In about half an hour, everyone present was drawn in, including the surrounding staff, Yan Facai, Wan Laisheng and others. Everyone was amazed when they saw it.

Although it is a clever work, it is full of heart and novelty.

Seeing such a scene, Li Tianfu became even more satisfied with the auction. Remembering that someone was making noise just now, he became very angry.

"Who was the one who just wanted to cancel the order? Come forward now. I, Lao Li, have taken the plate. I wish I could buy a few more works and pass them on to my son in the future."

It's true that he's impatient, but he's not stupid at all. He's just talking out of anger, so how can he really take it seriously?

I left this message for a long time, but no one responded. Li Tianfu was very happy.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Li Shu used pen and paper to write a poem in the blank space of the "group photo" to announce the successful completion of this charity sale.

I come to plant seeds, but the flowers have not bloomed yet;

Is there no beauty left for future generations to come?
Chapter completed!