When the kindergarten teacher saw this scene, he didn’t say anything in the end.
The people present now are all big shots, and civilians like them cannot be offended.
I can only wait and see what happens, then take Ning Xiaogang's painting off the blackboard and replace it neatly with a piece of clean rice paper.
Yang Yi touched Tiantian's head, then walked to the podium, picked up the brush on the table and took a look.
This writing brush is quite good. It seems that although Little Angel Kindergarten is a bit snobbish, the stuff is pretty good.
Then I dipped in ink, stood in front of the rice paper, thought for a moment, and started writing.
Under the stage, many eyes were looking at Yang Yi's painting, but no one said anything.
In fact, everyone is not optimistic about Yang Yi. After all, Ning Xiaogang is a famous painter in China, and Yang Yi, a nobody, dares to shout at Ning Xiaogang. It is really overestimating his own abilities.
Besides, Yang Yi looks only 25 or 26 years old. How can such a young man have the same painting background as Ning Xiaogang?
In the audience, headed by Ning Xiaogang and Duan Zhonghua, they sat in the first row, with their children sitting next to them.
Duan Zhonghua looked at Yang Yi's painting with disdain. At this time, the painting had not yet taken shape, and only a few images could be seen.
"Master Ning, don't be affected by what some idiots say."
Duan Zhonghua said to Ning Xiaogang with a smile on his face, "Your painting is one of the best in China. The whole painting has an excellent artistic conception. It is simply perfect. There is not a single fault to be found!"
"I used to like your paintings very much, but it's a pity that your works have never been included in my collection. Today, Master Ning, your son happens to be in the same class as my child. It's a fate."
"Duan asked Master Ning to give me some face. When the event is over, how about you draw a landscape painting for me? As for the price, you set a price and I will never say anything back!"
Duan Zhonghua looked at Ning Xiaogang with a smile, while Ning Xiaogang had that gentleman's smile on his face and raised his head slightly. He raised his hand and said, "Hey, what did Mr. Duan say? Since we meet here, it is fate. Mr. Duan loves Ning. It's just a painting. Don't worry about it."
"Mr. Duan likes it, so the painting just now will be regarded as a meeting gift from Ning to you."
As he spoke, Ning Xiaogang's eyes turned to the landscape painting just painted on the podium.
"Haha, let's not refuse that part. Let's make friends and appraise paintings together in the future."
Duan Zhonghua said with a smile on his face.
In fact, they both knew in their hearts that the two of them were just being polite. They knew each other well and did not reveal anything.
When the two of them were chatting, they didn't even look at Yang Yi. In their eyes, Yang Yi was simply humiliating himself and there was no need to care.
This person is already destined to lose.
However, at this moment.
"Oh my God!"
"Is this true?"
Someone screamed in surprise, which caught the eyes of Ning Xiaogang and Duan Zhonghua, and they both looked towards the stage.
When Ning Xiaogang looked at the paintings on the podium casually, he was stunned.
Both hands were trembling slightly.
"How is this possible!"
Ning Xiaogang exclaimed, but his trembling voice revealed his shock.
At this time, Yang Yi did not look back, he concentrated on painting.
What is displayed in front of everyone is an unfinished painting. However, at this time, the painting has taken shape, and the picture on the painting is shocking!
On that screen, it was the Shili Battlefield!
The soldiers fought bravely to kill the enemy, galloping across the battlefield, with corpses everywhere and eyes full of blood!
Although it is simply white paper and black ink, the momentum in the painting is so brilliant that just one glance can make people fall into the painting unconsciously!
At the same time, what it brought them was not only shock, but also deep sadness.
It's as if the whole person has fallen into the painting.
Yang Yi was still concentrating on painting. He ignored everyone's exclamations and had already entered the painting, while Ning Xiaogang was staring at the painting intently.
I only see here, win or lose, I already have the answer. .??.
Ning Xiaogang knew that he had lost, completely.
"Hey, what is this painting? It's so dark that I can't understand it."
Duan Zhonghua shook his head disdainfully, sneered, and said to Ning Xiaogang, "Master Ning, look at this kid, he really doesn't know the heights of the sky, what is this painting? He dares to come here and compete with you!"
"I will definitely stuff this kind of garbage painting into his mouth later and let him eat it!"
Duan Zhonghua geared up and seemed ready.
He is just a businessman. Duan Zhonghua can understand things in the shopping mall, but he knows nothing about artistic things such as music, chess, calligraphy and painting.
The reason why I like Ning Xiaogang's paintings is just because Ning Xiaogang is a famous painter.
As for Yang Yi's paintings, he only took one look at them and found them very boring.
Ning Xiaogang pursed his lips and said nothing, then he smiled sadly and whispered, "No, I lost."
I didn't expect that this young man's painting skills were really so strong. He had practiced hard for many years, but he was not as good as one of his juniors.
I have dominated this industry for many years, but today, I have lost face here.
What?
Duan Zhonghua was stunned for a moment, The flattering words he had originally prepared were stuck in his throat. He reacted belatedly and looked at Ning Xiaogang in disbelief.
"Master Ning, what did you say?"
Just now, I seemed to hear Master Ning say that he lost?
"I lost."
Ning Xiaogang repeated it again, raised his voice, and then stood up.
Under everyone's surprised gazes, Ning Xiaogang said, "This little friend, Ning admits defeat. Please stop writing."
There is a very strange rule in this line of work. When two people compete, if one of them admits defeat, the other person does not have to finish the painting and can stop writing immediately.
If the painting is finished, it means looking down on the other person.
Hearing Ning Xiaogang's voice, Yang Yi put down his pen and turned around. There were still a few strokes left to finish the painting.
The entire painting is also displayed in front of everyone's eyes.
Everyone looked at the painting in front of them and couldn't help but exclaimed.
Among the people present, there were also a few who had some attainments in the painting industry. When they saw the painting in front of them, they couldn't help but be shocked.
Because, Yang Yi’s paintings can be said to be excellent!
If someone can get this painting, they will have no regrets in their life!
Yang Yi looked at Ning Xiaogang's gray face and smiled lightly.
"Master Ning, are you giving up so quickly? Aren't some people unconvinced?"
Although Yang Yi did not name him, it was obvious that this sentence was directed at Duan Zhonghua. Duan Zhonghua's eyes changed and he looked at Yang Yi gloomily.
However, he did not speak.
Because Master Ning has already admitted defeat, if he speaks at this time, wouldn't it be wrong and even more embarrassing!
Seeing this, Yang Yi smiled with satisfaction, "Mr. Duan, do you still remember the bet just now?"
