Then he looked at Jiang Proud seriously: "While eating just now, I heard you telling the other children that I am stupid and you are smarter than me. That is wrong! I am not stupid, I am smart!"
Then, I saw the little bun start talking eloquently!
At first everyone could still tell that he was speaking English.
French.
German.
Japanese.
…
Later, someone took out the automatic speech recognition of the mobile phone's AI and realized that the little bun was speaking Latin, Italian, Spanish, Arabic, and Portuguese.
Finally, even the mobile phone could not be recognized.
Su Sa smiled and explained: "This is the tribal dialect of Africa!"
Little Baozi showed his talent in more than a dozen languages at once!
Completely push Jiang Aoyou's pride to the ground and rub it!
The slap in the face was so severe!
Jiang Proud was no longer proud, his little face looked stinky, as if he was about to cry.
Liu Qin's face turned pale.
It was originally to show off his son.
Are you now the target of being beaten?
I feel really unwilling in my heart!
We must win the game!
Thinking of this, she suddenly said loudly: "Is it good if you can speak more languages? Our family is proud to have won the first prize in the city's children's painting competition!"
After saying that, he took out a certificate of award from his wallet and showed it off.
"Let me see if it's true?" Su Sa stretched out her hand.
"Hmph! Of course it's true! Number one in the city!"
Liu Qin proudly took out a certificate and gave it to Su Sa.
Su Sa took over and took a look.
Then "thorn la" "thorn la" tore it into pieces.
Liu Qin was anxious: "Ah! Why did you tear up my son's certificate? Are you jealous of my son's versatility?"
Su Sa was noncommittal: "Jealousy? It doesn't exist! In my eyes, this thing is no better than butt-wiping paper. It's nothing precious."
Now that the confrontation has been made public, Liu Qin simply stopped hiding it and simply sneered: "Young madam! We admit that your boss is awesome! We also admit that your boss is rich! But painting is art! It's not you.
You can buy it with money! You are ruining art!"
Su Sa smiled.
With a gesture of his hand, the butler Jiang Cheng on the other side hurriedly asked someone to carry several large suitcases over.
Open!
It’s full of awards!
"Gold Medal in the National Children's Painting Grand Prix!"
"Gold Medal at the Florence Children's Art Exhibition!"
“Jury Prize at the St. Louis Children’s Art Show!”
“This is the proof document that Qinglang’s works were exhibited at the Paris Academy of Fine Arts.”
"This is the admission notice from the Academy of Fine Arts in Paris."
"This is an invitation to a solo exhibition at the Metropolitan Museum of Art."
"A painting of Sunny sold for 4 million US dollars at Sotheby's, setting a Guinness world record for children's paintings, but I didn't sell it."
"This is the membership card of the International Oil Painting Association. Qinglang is the youngest member."
"This is...this is..."
Su Sa listed Qinglang's artistic honors one by one.
In fact, based on Qinglang's achievements, he should have been widely publicized and reported all over the world as a prodigy.
It's just that Su Sa kept a low profile and didn't like to show off before.
Every time Su Sa exhibited something, Liu Qin's face became darker.
By the end, their faces had turned black!
Really, compared with Jiang Qinglang's achievements.
Jiang Proud’s broken certificate is really rubbish!
Fighter in the garbage!
And now those who are watching the excitement.
How much he praised Jiang Qinglang before.
How much you praise the little bun now!
"The people in Dafang are still awesome!"
"That's right! Compared with the young master, Jiang Proud is a stick!"
"Who gave him that smug look on his face?"
"You don't know what you can do! Yelang is arrogant! Don't be ashamed!"
"Isn't that right? You still want to replace Little Baozi? It's a dream!"
“A dog’s belly can’t hide two ounces of sesame oil!”