Compared to Lan Xiaoqi's awkward interview with Yang Haoran, there was a lively scene outside.
"President Feng, we are old friends. You have to let us see the true face of God no matter what."
"Yes, President Feng, this is also a good thing to promote our calligraphy and painting association and can expand our influence. You can't refuse."
"We must get rid of the bad habits of conservatism. The so-called wine is fragrant but the alley is dark. If we want to better promote tradition, we must have persuasive works.
Master Feng cannot miss such a good opportunity."
"Didn't Master Yang just agree? President Feng, please don't hesitate."
Feng Zhitong, who was being talked about by many reporters, could not speak. Judging from his attitude, if he did not disclose Yang Haoran's works, he might be called a sinner.
I can’t afford to take the blame! Feng Zhitong felt a shudder.
"I can agree to display Master's masterpiece, but before that I have a word in advance, and I hope everyone can abide by it."
"President Feng, don't worry, we are all old people in the industry, and we must abide by the rules."
"That's good, because Master's masterpiece has just been created and has not had time to be framed.
So when it is displayed later, you can only watch it from a distance and do not touch it to avoid damage.
In addition, since Master’s masterpiece is called a masterpiece, it has something magical about it, so when watching it, I would like to remind you not to focus too much on it for too long, otherwise you will be responsible for the consequences.”
As for the first one, it doesn’t need to be reminded by Feng Zhitong that everyone will pay attention to it.
But for the second point Feng Zhitong said, most people sneered and didn't take it seriously.
It’s just that Feng Zhitong was exaggerating and used it to increase the value of the painting.
However, these reporters still agreed, and Feng Zhitong allowed everyone to go to the exhibition room of the academy.
Amid everyone's expectations, Feng Zhitong solemnly took out Yang Haoran's work.
"Everyone is two meters away from the desk, and no one is allowed to get too close!"
After Feng Zhitong gave a very solemn warning, he slowly spread out the four words "Da Ying Ruochong" and then put the paperweight on it.
Then there was a burst of flash, and everyone wanted to take pictures from all angles.
Feng Zhitong and Lin Baoguo, on the other hand, guarded their works tightly for fear of being damaged in the slightest.
After taking the photos, these reporters actually looked at the four characters.
As an excellent reporter, having multi-faceted knowledge is one of the basic qualities.
Most of the reporters sent here have certain abilities in appreciating calligraphy and painting.
The next moment everyone looked at the work, the exhibition room fell silent.
At that moment, everyone's minds seemed to be pulled into a wonderful world by the four big characters.
Everyone was shocked by the momentum contained in the words, and several people even screamed and sat directly on the ground.
"A masterpiece! It is indeed a masterpiece! This is beyond the scope of calligraphy. A few simple words completely outline a mysterious artistic conception."
"I heard the sound of the wind. It seemed like there was a pair of invisible eyes looking down at the earth, sweeping away all the dirt. It was so sacred!"
"Oh my God, is this really just a painting? It's unbelievable!"
Feng Zhitong and Lin Baoguo looked proud, but under the regretful eyes of everyone, they slowly put away their works. 90 Read the novel
"Okay, everyone has seen it and taken photos, so don't think about this masterpiece anymore. If it is damaged, it will be a huge loss!"
The people around him agreed and nodded.
"Such a masterpiece must be well preserved. I suggest that this work should be given to a museum for collection. If it is in the academy, the security measures are not in place and it will be easily coveted."
"Yes, I was not very optimistic about this work before I came here. But now I can conclude that this masterpiece can definitely be regarded as a national treasure. We must strengthen our defense and not be careless!"
Only then did Feng Zhitong realize that he had indeed made things simple before.
Considering the value of Yang Haoran's works, if they are really placed in Changning Academy, it may not be a good thing.
If it really attracts people who take desperate measures, it will be an immeasurable loss.
It seems that we really need to consider everyone's suggestions and it would be safer to hand this calligraphy to the museum.
When everyone was reminiscing and sighing, they heard a bang.
A woman dressed coquettishly rushed into the exhibition room with three female subordinates and quickly closed the door.
The four men were all dressed in black and wearing black silk masks. Each of the three men held a submachine gun and aimed at everyone.
The leader was none other than the famous killer Black Rose, who scanned everyone with a pair of snake-like eyes.
"Don't move any of them, or I will kill you!"
In another studio, Yang Haoran was being interviewed by Lan Xiaoqi.
Lan Xiaoqi, who was just doing errands at first, became more and more surprised by Yang Haoran's inscrutableness. His insights on calligraphy and painting reached a height that many famous masters could not reach.
Lan Xiaoqi's interest was aroused, and in addition to questions about calligraphy and painting, she also began to ask about Yang Haoran's background.
At this moment, Yang Haoran's expression changed, and he suddenly stood up and walked towards the door.
Lan Xiaoqi looked surprised: "Mr. Yang, what are you going to do?"
Before Yang Haoran could answer, he heard a bang. Someone kicked open the wooden door of the studio from the outside, and the glass above instantly shattered to the ground.
A tall, burly and fierce man stood at the door of the studio, looking into the studio with murderous intent, and his eyes instantly fell on Yang Haoran.
Lan Xiaoqi was startled, but did not panic. She decisively took out her mobile phone and dialed the police number.
The butcher gave Lan Xiaoqi a fierce look: "You stinky bitch, how dare you call the police? I'll see you later!"
Lan Xiaoqi subconsciously took a few steps back, but saw Yang Haoran still walking towards the butcher fearlessly.
"Mr. Yang, be careful!"
Yang Haoran ignored Lan Xiaoqi and sneered at the butcher.
"You silly guy, what's the point of being angry with a woman? If you have the guts, come to me!"
The butcher looked ferocious: "Today's target is you. You must die!"
As a professional killer, he struck very decisively, and his body like a butcher's iron tower crushed Yang Haoran.
Lan Xiaoqi screamed in the studio. She thought she was going to see a tragedy, but she didn't expect Yang Haoran to dodge very deftly and let the butcher escape.
Lan Xiaoqi breathed a sigh of relief, suddenly her eyes lit up, and she shouted to Xiao Wang: "Xiao Wang, don't forget to record it, this is the real news!"
Xiao Wang, who was also frightened, immediately woke up and smiled bitterly, having to admire Lan Xiaoqi's courage.
This is for the sake of news. Isn't it important to run for your life at this time?
