Sun Gang couldn't help but feel a little stunned.

But he felt anxious. Yang Lin was determined to leave his own way. When the two sides fought, Sun Gang didn't really like Yang Lin.

There are top scorers in the college entrance examination every year, but, masters, there are not many names. In total, there may be only a few in China. If two people really fight, Yang Lin will definitely suffer the loss.

Yang Lin sneered, went straight to the pavilion, grabbed Wu Zhenglin's painting, and then strode to the reporters.

"Dear, the reporters of the TV station and the reporters of the Provincial Daily, I don't know that you still know me, but I'm Yang Lin. I'm the top scorer in the national college entrance examination this year!" Yang Lin came to these reporters and directly revealed his identity.

"Hey, it's really Yang Lin!" Someone immediately recognized Yang Lin. After all, the aftermath of the college entrance examination has not yet completely passed, and someone in the crowd has also interviewed Yang Lin.

After looking at these reporters, Yang Lin said calmly: "Today, I am here to play with my girlfriend Qin Leyan. My girlfriend, Qin Leyan, I believe everyone should know each other, the second place in the national college entrance examination, and this one... "

Yang Lin pointed at Lin Duoduo again and smiled: "National College Entrance Examination Investor!"

This time, the information exposed by Yang Lin was amazing. The top three in the college entrance examination were actually gathered in this small park and had conflicts with people. This news is quite big.

At this moment, a reporter took photos of the three of them.

At the same time, I thought that the top three in the college entrance examination had a conflict with the masters of the calligraphy and painting industry. Will this news be on the front page tomorrow? Absolutely big news!

"Student Yang Lin, what conflicts have happened here!" a reporter asked quickly.

"That's right!" Yang Lin didn't hide anything, but just told the story of the matter in full.

"You fart!" Before Yang Lin finished speaking, Wu Zhenglin on the side had already started to curse: "It was you who dirty my paintings. Now, you should compensate me!"

Yang Lin glanced at Wu Zhenglin, and the sneer on his face became more and more intense: "Master Wu, as a master, please have some qualities, at least qualities. Don't interrupt when others speak, as this will make you look particularly guilty!"

"You..." Wu Zhenglin was speechless for a moment.

Yang Lin sneered, spread the painting in his hand and showed it to the camera. He pointed to a large black area on it, and said with a sneer: "I don't know if you have noticed this painting. The initial ink trace has dried up. As for here, it is a black area, which is a trace of smearing with your fingers. If you can't see it, then I think there are many masters of the calligraphy and painting association present, and I think they should be able to see it!"

While speaking, Yang Lin turned the painting made by Wu Zhenglin to those of the Calligraphy and Painting Association, and said lightly: "Everyone, I think, is this something that someone painted later? You might not be able to see it!"

Looking at the calligraphy and paintings in front of me, for a moment, the members of these calligraphy and painting associations were talking about it. They could not hide this kind of thing, nor did they dare to hide it. This was to be exposed. If they really covered up their face, they would be lost.

Several masters from the calligraphy and painting association couldn't help but talk. The last old man, who seemed to be about sixty years old, said indifferently: "Yes, this is definitely not a stain caused by operational errors, but a mark of applying it with his hands afterwards!"

The old man seemed to have a very prestigious appearance. Without anyone else's words, he was sure of the final result.

Yang Lin just smiled and handed the painting to Qin Leyan casually. At the same time, he stretched out his hands and said lightly: "In addition, these are my hands. You can see that they are clean and there is no trace of ink!"

Speaking of this, Yang Lin suddenly looked at Wu Zhenglin: "So, Master Wu, do you dare to stretch out your hand and let everyone see if there is ink on it? Yes, it depends on the index finger and middle finger of your right hand!"

Wu Zhenglin's face changed. His index finger was pitch black. He was beaten by Yang Lin for a long time. Is there time to wash his hands? How could he take it out for everyone to show it? He said hesitantly: "Then, so what? The ink on my hand was accidentally stained when painting!"

"Master Wu, it turns out that you can accidentally get infected when painting. You are really a master!" Yang Lin mocked her in a sarcasm.

Shh!

There was a booing sound from the crowd, and obviously not many people agreed with this sentence.

At this moment, the international master Bai Sha coughed gently, and looked at the reporters and said slowly: "Are you strange? This is the style of painting in our school. Use your index finger and middle finger to gently brush the tip of the brush to change the angle of the brush!"

Although Bai Sha's words were a bit far-fetched, they also helped Wu Zhenglin somehow.

This Baisha clearly favored his apprentice. Yang Lin sneered in his heart. What a bullshit master, he is just a bird of a feather. If you don’t give you some color, you don’t know it’s amazing.

Yang Lin continued to sneer: "Then, I want to ask Master Baisha for advice!"

While speaking, Yang Lin shook Wu Zhenglin's painting slightly and said with a sneer: "I don't understand, I really don't understand. Just such a painting is worth one million? Do you think you are Tang Bohu!"

After hearing Yang Lin's questioning, Baisha said in a bland manner: "So what? You young people don't know how to appreciate it the most. Do you know what my disciple's painting style is? Can you see the artistic conception here? Do you know how to draw? Nowadays, young people have no quality at all and do not know how to appreciate it, just say that other people's things are garbage. Your generation will sooner or later destroy the national treasures of the country!"

"That's much better than some people who take American green cards, call Americans, earn money from Chinese people, and then scold the younger generation of the country who will destroy the national treasures!" Before Yang Lin could speak, Lin Duoduo on the side was already speaking without any yin and yang.

"What did you say……"

Baisha subconsciously grabbed the heart, and his face turned slightly purple.

This sentence is not bad. Baisha has indeed changed his American nationality. Moreover, most of the people who bought his Mobao are also Chinese. Some rich Chinese are in a foreign land and asking for some Mobao of Baisha is also a kind of spiritual sustenance. At this time, Lin Duoduo was slaughtered and almost got angry with his heart disease.

"Don't you understand if you say you are an ungrateful wolf?" Lin Duoduo had already started to curse: "There are not idiots present. Everyone can tell whether this painting is worth one million. Those who say he is worth one million are either brainless or blackmail. If you call the police, call the police. Who is afraid of whom? Then look at the police and say you are extorting or we will compensate you for one million!"

"Little girl, I'll tell you that my paintings are indeed sold at a sky-high price of 1.12 million yuan. My paintings are definitely worth 1 million yuan. If you don't believe it, I can show you the auction house invoice!" Wu Zhenglin on the side also spoke unwilling to be outdone.

"Haha!" Yang Lin sneered: "You can sell one million in one painting. Can you sell every one of a hundred paintings for a sky-high price of one million? You are suspected of extortion. At worst, call the police. I want to see if the police will ask us to compensate you for one million!"

Wu Zhenglin couldn't help but feel speechless.

Yang Lin was indeed right. It was impossible to say that each painting could be sold for one million yuan. In the past, it was only about 30,000 to 50,000 yuan or 100,000 yuan, which was very high. As for the one-million-million-million-million-million-million-million-million-million-million-million-million-million-million-million-million-million-million-million-million-million-million-million-million-million-million-million-million-million-million-million-million-million-million-million-million-million-million-million-million-million-million-million-million-million-million-million-

This is also one of the few things that Wu Zhenglin is proud of in his life.

"You, why are you sure my paintings can't be sold at a high price of one million!" Wu Zhenglin could only speak stubbornly. No matter what, people can't be looked down upon. If this matter is not handled well today, he will be ruined!

Yang Lin sneered and continued to speak: "Just like your painting, I'm better than you!"

Wu Zhenglin laughed disdainfully and stared at Yang Lin and said, "Just you, can you draw?"

However, Yang Lin's face showed a faint smile with a little sarcastic smile: "Okay, even if that's the case, why don't we make a bet, just bet on the painting we painted. I'll make a painting on the spot, and you can take out your most proud work. Let's compete. Anyway, there are some people from the calligraphy and painting associations on the scene. I guess they can see which one is higher or lower!"

"Okay!" The light in Wu Zhenglin's eyes flashed, and then nodded and said, "So, what kind of gambling do you want?"

Yang Lin still had a faint smile on his face: "It's very simple. If I lose, I will give you ten million in compensation without saying a word. Will you lose?"

Speaking of this, a ferocious smile appeared on Yang Lin's face. He gently gestured on the index finger and middle finger of his right hand with his left hand, and said indifferently: "Chop off your index finger and middle finger of your right hand!"

Yang Lin said this with murderous intent. In an instant, Wu Zhenglin felt a bone-broken chill.

If you lose, chop off your fingers. If you don’t have any fingers, why do you still draw? This guy is pushing himself to the dead end!

"So, is he bluffing?" Wu Zhenglin suddenly felt this feeling in his heart.

This guy is not very old. No matter how talented he is, he is afraid that his grades will not be very high, and...

Ten million!

Although Wu Zhenglin is very famous, it is not easy to make ten million. Yang Lin only talks about ten million, and for him, the temptation is still very great.

If I win, I force him to give me money. If I lose, I will never admit it!

Thinking of this, Wu Zhenglin gritted his teeth and stared at Yang Lin and said viciously: "Okay, I'll bet!"

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