"At this time, half an hour, where can I find someone?"

Li Yuege frowned and clenched his fists: "Why didn't you agree on this rule before you come?"

"Oh, sorry, because I forgot."

Fu Zhicheng smiled faintly: "Look, the choice has been given to you. You can choose it yourself. If you want to continue, then it will take half an hour to find your friend to help."

"If you can find a more powerful painter, wouldn't you win? Speaking of which, we are really at a disadvantage, because you know that Wen Lan and I are fighting you."

Speaking of this, Fu Zhicheng also pretended to be at a loss.

"Li Yuege, you have thought it through. As far as I know, there are many people who want this moonlight exhibition hall. Over the years, no one has paid a high price." Someone from Zhao Lianmeng's group soon spoke.

"Moonlight is an industry that your Li family has worked hard to build. When your Li family was in full swing, it might not be considered a big asset, but it was your grandfather's starting point. Even now, there are many people who come to your grandfather Li Xianglan's reputation."

The other man yawned, squinted his eyes, and looked at Li Yuege: "If you are unhappy today, Wen Lan and Zhicheng will not force you to make a decision. They are still very kind, so they either look for someone now, or compete now, or leave?"

Before coming, these people had already learned about this matter in advance.

They all came to see how the painter Li was in the past.

Wen Haiyang was determined to win the painting in Li Yuege's hand, and he was not worried that Li Yuege would really leave. After all, the moonlight exhibition hall was of great significance to Li Yuege.

"Otherwise, you can choose someone in this place and draw a picture for you."

Wen Lan spoke softly: "The time is set for nine hours, within nine hours, three paintings determine the winner or lose."

"If you agree, stay, leave if you don't agree, or you can come to the auction at that time and spend money to buy the exhibition hall back. But if that happens, I guess you shouldn't have that much money."

His words are heartbroken.

Sun Bingyan stood there, frowned, and looked at Wen Haiyang, who apologized for him.

Before coming, Sun Bingyan didn't know that there was this rule. He was just entrusted to be a testimony. If he had the chance, he would also like to see the two magical paintings in Li Xianglan's hand that were circulated.

Sun Bingyan had an auction under his command. Wen Haiyang also said that if the Wen family could win, he would consider taking the two paintings to the Sun auction for an auction.

But this decisive rule is too outrageous and bullying.

There are three paintings in nine hours, an average of three hours.

It sounds like time is not short, but painting itself is a very test of mind and patience. It requires calmness and plenty of time to deduct details. The most important thing is a huge test of physical strength and spirit.

It is impossible for ordinary people to endure nine hours of creation.

"Then aren't you bullying people?"

Sun Ruoyi, who was angry there, raised her eyebrows when she heard this.

She couldn't stand Lin Yuan's true nature, but she was particularly serious about things like paintings.

"It's fair and fair, it's unfair and unfair, and we didn't force him to accept it or not."

Fu Zhicheng looked at Sun Ruoyi: "If you want to help him Miss Sun, it's OK."

"I don't want to draw for him."

Sun Ruoyi shook her head when she heard this. She was Sun Bingyan's granddaughter. Although she had some attainments in paintings and was considered a little genius, but today's occasion was wrong. As the referee, Sun Bingyan must avoid suspicion.

"Then it's your turn to make a decision."

Fu Zhicheng turned his head and looked at Li Yuege, his eyes full of a smile of conspiracy.

"I agreed." Li Yuege took a deep breath.

"You can start calling to find someone." Fu Zhicheng glanced at the time.

"No need, I'm the only one, start now."

Hearing Li Yuege's voice, Wen Lan and others had already expected this result.

How can a great painter be so easy to find?

What's more, it's this time point.

"It's not good to have that much. If you are the only one, we two, if we win, it will be a win, and it will be unfair to spread it."

Wen Lan shook her head.

"What do you want?"

Li Yuege was already angry in his heart, but he suppressed it well: "It is impossible to find someone to come now."

"Everyone has it, isn't the one next to you the standing person?"

Fu Zhicheng stretched out his hand and pointed at Lin Yuan who was dazed in front of the paintings around him.

Everyone immediately followed Fu Zhicheng's gaze, and all the eyes focused on Lin Yuan.

In the eyes of everyone.

The boy who had just bullied Sun Ruoyi looked a little stupid, looking around, and his eyes were floating wherever he had gone.

In contrast, Lin Yuan was surprisingly calm just now.

"Why is this person suddenly stupid now?" someone asked in a low voice.

"I don't know, maybe he was stupid at first, but he just pretended not to be stupid?" Another person teased.

"Just him? He can draw?"

Sun Ruoyi did not hide her contempt or sarcasm at all: "If he could draw, I would call him brother once when I see him!"

"Haha, Miss Sun, then you don't know that those who can follow us, Da Li, must be an absolute genius in painting."

Fu Zhicheng laughed and said loudly. He looked at Lin Yuan standing there and asked, "This genius painter, what is your surname?"

"Forest."

Lin Yuan's thoughts just now were immersed in the paintings around him.

Li Xianglan is worthy of being a legendary painter. What he left to Lin Yuan by his failure to seize Lin Yuan is really powerful enough to be unparalleled.

The longer Lin Yuan looked at it, the more he could discover how rich the things contained in these paintings were.

Every painting has emotions. It is no longer just a combination of lines and colors, it is a world of emotions that are frozen in the moment when the painting is created, and the painter holds.

Amazing.

Lin Yuan's heart was surging and his emotions changed continuously, so he could not hear anything the people around him said just now.

But when he heard the last sentence, Fu Zhicheng asked him what his surname was.

After hearing the question, Lin Yuan answered the question.

The surname is Lin.

"See?"

When Fu Zhicheng heard Lin Yuan’s response, his smile became even more intense, and turned his head to look at Sun Ruoyi: “I asked what the genius painter’s surname was, so he took the initiative to answer, saying that his surname was Lin.”

"Isn't this an admission of the fact that he is a genius painter?"

"This little brother is not very good, he has such a thick skin."
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