Yang Haoran sent you this in an understatement, which was quite generous.
Others don't think it's anything strange. After all, it's just a temporary work.
Gao Lin Yueyan even said sourly: "It's just a broken painting. It's said to be cherished like a treasure. Who cares about it?"
Before Yang Haoran spoke, Honda Mo Mo was already looking at him angrily.
"Miss, please respect yourself, ordinary people like you can't understand the beauty of this! This painting has exceeded the level of a master, and there are only a few like it in the entire country of Nigeria!"
Everyone was in an uproar, and Lin Yuan Erlang said with emotion: "Master Yemo's words are true."
Honda Mo even bowed deeply towards Yang Haoran.
"How can I receive such a precious gift for nothing? Since the master is inconvenient to ask, I will boldly offer a price. I am willing to pay the master one million universal coins."
As soon as Honda Mo's words came out, the hall became noisy again.
One million general coins? Oh my god, this has reached the first-class level that a living painter can achieve, right?
A long scroll that Sumiko Honda once spent a year creating seemed to cost only 7 million general coins.
When everyone was shocked, Honda Momo said uneasily: "I know this price takes advantage of the master, but this is the limit of what I can offer. Please forgive me. If the master agrees, I will transfer the money now."
to your account."
Yang Haoran smiled slightly: "Since you insist so much, I will accept the money."
Honda Mo was overjoyed and saluted again: "Thank you so much, Master!"
Lin Yuan Erlang looked sad and said to Honda Yemo with envy: "Congratulations to Master Yemo for receiving the Master's Calligraphy Treasure."
Everyone was horrified as they watched Honda Momo transfer one million general coins to Yang Haoran's account.
Then he carefully put away the scroll, said hello to Yang Haoran, and left happily.
The atmosphere in the hall suddenly became tense and subtle.
Gao Lin Yueyan's face was extremely ugly. She didn't expect that Yang Haoran would take the spotlight in two consecutive games, and she would even be humiliated by Honda Yamaguchi.
This was very difficult for Gao Lin Yueyan to accept. She looked at Miyamoto Xiaosheng with hatred and turned around to leave.
"I have something else to do, so I won't attend today's party. Farewell!"
Miyamoto Xiaosheng's face turned pale, he didn't expect it would develop like this.
Although he wanted to chase him out, he knew very well that once he left with Gao Lin Yueyan, he would definitely cause more gossip.
People outside will say that Miyamoto-san is afraid of Yumi Yuki's boyfriend. This is something that is never allowed?
Miyamoto Xiaosheng looked at Yang Haoran fiercely, regretting very much why he didn't agree to fight with him in the first place. That was his strength!
But it was not too late now. In order to save face, Miyamoto Xiaosheng looked at Yang Haoran with a cold face.
He gritted his teeth and said: "Didn't you plan to compete with me in fighting before? I thought about it, if I don't agree to you, wouldn't it be very disrespectful to you?
Just on this stage, please!"
Miyamoto Xiaosheng took a defensive posture on the stage, and the hall suddenly started talking.
"Haha, Mr. Miyamoto is so anxious. He lost face twice in a row and wants to use violence to get it back. What a great idea!"
"Hmph, who doesn't know that Miyamoto is a master of the Shoto Fight Club? Is he planning to bully others?"
"Why is it just bullying? It's so shameless! I never thought that Miyamoto's demeanor in the past was all fake, and he was just a villain!"
Listening to everyone's accusations, Miyamoto Xiaosheng looked ugly, but now that the matter has come to this, this is the only way he can save face, and he cannot give up.
Yumi Yuki was extremely proud at this time. She was very satisfied that Yang Haoran could surpass Miyamoto Xiaosheng twice in a row.
As for whether or not to accept Miyamoto's challenge, it actually doesn't matter anymore.
Because the purpose of humiliating Miyamoto Xiaosheng has been achieved.
Miyamoto Xiaosheng became more and more impatient. When he saw Yang Haoran looking at him contemptuously, he couldn't help shouting: "Didn't you want to challenge me just now? Don't you dare to do it now?"
Everyone sighed, and Yang Haoran looked at Miyamoto Xiaosheng with disdain.
"Although you are not worthy of taking action against me, since you have such a strong request, I will grant it to you."
In full view of everyone, Yang Haoran stood opposite Miyamoto Xiaosheng, with a natural look on his face.
Someone in the hall has already started shouting.
"Master, you have a body worth millions of dollars. Miyamoto-san, why are you so shameless?"
Miyamoto Xiaosheng's face was green and red, and he turned a deaf ear. He had been holding back his energy for a long time, and he must beat Yang Haoran into a cripple. Aren't you a genius? Then you will be crippled!
There are still people in the hall shouting: "Master, don't be as knowledgeable as this reckless man. You are a master of calligraphy and painting. Fighting with this kind of person is not worth the gain!"
Miyamoto Xiaosheng was so angry that he almost vomited blood, and Yang Haoran's smile seemed to him to be particularly hateful.
Thinking of this, Miyamoto Xiaosheng couldn't bear it anymore. He screamed and rushed towards Yang Haoran.
As a black belt in karate, he is by no means inferior to a warrior in the Anjin stage. There was an explosion in the air.
Everyone looked at the stage worriedly, very worried about Yang Haoran.
Seeing that Miyamoto's fist was about to fall on Yang Haoran's head, Yang Haoran's right palm came first and grabbed Miyamoto's fist.
"If you can't stop me, you're looking for death!"
Miyamoto Xiaosheng roared with a ferocious look on his face.
Yang Haoran looked calm and calm: "That's not necessarily the case!"
Yang Haoran grabbed Miyamoto Xiaosheng's fist, his body didn't move at all, like a big mountain.
Miyamoto Xiaosheng's heart was shocked immediately. His punch was enough to crack the monument and crack the stone, but when it hit Yang Haoran's hand, it was like a mud cow sinking into the sea, and everything disappeared.
When he was shocked, Yang Haoran's palm seemed to push forward lightly.
There was a force like a stormy wave sweeping towards Miyamoto Xiaosheng.
Miyamoto's feet immediately left the ground, and his body flew out uncontrollably.
With a bang, Miyamoto's body hit the stage heavily.
The hall was quiet at first, and then burst into thunderous applause and cheers.
Yumi Yuki was even more happy, and immediately ran towards Yang Haoran, and her soft body slammed into Yang Haoran's arms.
Two very skillful lips touched Yang Haoran's lips, extremely enthusiastic.
Yang Haoran was stunned. This woman was really too wild. Don't she know how to restrain herself in such a public place?
Miyamoto Xiaosheng was extremely humiliated. This was an grievance he had never suffered before. He, who had always been called the favored son of heaven, was completely crushed by Yang Haoran.