"Old Li, congratulations~"

"I took a baby!"

"When we go to watch it in the future, you can't let us go."

“We haven’t seen enough yet?”

"You old guy, the salted fish, have turned over. I'm afraid this calligraphy work will be earned back by you after the money I lost in the past few years." People around me congratulated and praised him.

After all, Yunzhou is so big, and the circle of calligraphy and painting is small. So most people in this circle know each other.

Now that the collection of Old Li has won the award, everyone is naturally envious and congratulates them.

On the platform, the old head Li was also in the limelight, laughing, unable to stop talking, and kept saying thank you everyone.

One of the people who are involved in this circle is profitable and the other is convenient for the name of the picture.

If you are like Old Li, you have a collection that you can take with you, it will undoubtedly be a very respectable thing.

Almost everyone in the circle will curry favor with you, get along well with your relationship and go to see you in the future, and everyone will look down on you.

This is why Wang Xingduo would rather borrow Qiu Muying and his calligraphy and paintings than attend this art exhibition.

However, just as the staff of this exhibition were about to present the award to the old man, a cold laugh came from below.

"Are you still a treasure for Liang Shizheng's calligraphy and paintings?"

"When did the calligraphy and painting world in Yunzhou City become so unbearable?"

"If you have something worth about one thousand, you can get the gold medal of the year's collection?"

The laughter, with unconcealed contempt and disdain, quietly rang here.

Then, everyone saw that Wang Xingduo was holding his hands, standing in the audience, smiling coldly.

"Um?"

"Wang Xingduo, is it you?"

“Haha~”

"I said, Lao Wang. It would be fine if others look down on these tens of millions of calligraphy and paintings. What qualifications do you have to look down on others?"

"For so many years, you come to the art exhibition every year, what's the result? Do you have a collection that you can show off?"

"Stop talking about ten million, do you have calligraphy and paintings worth one million at home?"

"I'm afraid there aren't even one hundred thousand, right?"

At first, everyone was still shocked when they heard this, but after seeing that it was Wang Xingduo, everyone laughed, as if they were just laughing.

Most of Wang Xingduo and the calligraphy and painting circles in Yunzhou also knew him.

This guy is just a weird guy. He has no money and doesn’t have much to take on calligraphy and paintings at home, but he is still pretending to be poor everywhere. He says this painting is not good, and that painting is not good, and he looks down on this one and that one.

Now, even tens of millions of magic works are ignored.

Everyone is not surprised by this kind of weirdness, and they all look at it as a joke.

On the high platform, when Lao Li saw that it was Wang Xingduo, he also smiled sarcastically: "Lao Wang, don't talk big here. If you look down on my calligraphy, you have the ability to come up with a more precious calligraphy and painting."

"If you can't take it out, then shut up!"

"I am a poor civil servant, I don't have any precious paintings, and I have the face to laugh at me here?"

Old Li snorted coldly, but was not polite and said angrily to Wang Xingduo.

Wang Xingduo smiled at the time: "It seems you are very confident."
Chapter completed!