There is naturally a picture underneath the Weibo post.

It was the Shifang Realm that Ying Zijin brought to the conference room earlier.

The reason why Shifangjie has become a masterpiece in the sculpture world is that it is difficult to forge.

Let's not talk about whether it is possible to imitate the original ice jade stone. Even if it is possible, there are really not many people who can carve eighty eighty-eight Buddhas in different shapes on the half-human highland jade stone.

As a result, there is no imitation of Shifangjie in the carving market.

This is also why the CEO of DK Group was so out of his mind when he saw Shifangjie.

Because no one could imagine that someone could really carve out a new world of ten directions in just four days, and it would be even more wonderful.

Let alone outsiders, if Mr. Zhong hadn't given the middle-aged shareholder this Weibo copy, he really wouldn't have known that the Shifang Realm hadn't come back yet, but was newly carved.

"Uncle Zhong, can't you?" The middle-aged shareholder came back stunned after posting on Weibo, "Isn't that our Shifang Realm?"

"Of course not." Mr. Zhong was very proud and waved his hand, "I told you that this was carved by my granddaughter."

Oh, I heard that the boy from the Fu family also helped.

No matter, he can't see or hear.

When did Mr. Fu return the snacks he stole from him, and he would look at this kid again.

The middle-aged shareholder wiped his sweat and asked in a trembling voice: "Are you kidding?"

"What's so funny about this?" Mr. Zhong was unhappy. "I'm not exaggerating. I'm not afraid to tell you. Even my granddaughter knows everyone."

Well, he doesn't know either.

But that doesn't stop him from blowing a wave first.

Who would be stingy about praising their children?

The middle-aged shareholder actually still wanted to make Mr. Zhong a joke.

ibi is an international organization that can't even reach the wealthy children of the imperial capital. How could they go to Shanghai?

But when the words came to his mouth, he still hesitated.

It is true that ibi has been fighting against international crimes, but it did not register a Weibo account and post a Weibo message.

There are countless things happening in the world every day, and ibi is responsible for monitoring and managing most of them, so manpower is very tight.

Even if the loss of Shifangjie is a cross-border theft, it is very serious.

But bigger things have happened. After all, this theft did not involve human life. Why did ibi even post on Weibo?

Middle-aged shareholders don’t believe it when ibi is said to be keeping pace with the times.

Maybe...it really has something to do with that little girl?

After Mr. Zhong continued to show off, the middle-aged shareholders finally believed him.

But after netizens who had never experienced this theft saw this Weibo post, everyone believed it.

[Fake, right? It’s just her? Oh, I remember she seemed to have won an award for writing something. It was from the school art festival? Can it be engraved? Sorry, I’ll laugh first to show respect.]

[I’m convinced, can the Zhong Group adjust the things that people in the world can see? I know you want to protect your own family, but you don’t want to put gold and jade on your face like this.]

[With all due respect, carving is completely different from traditional Chinese painting with large characters. Okay, even if your cousin really knows how to carve, can she finish the carving in four days?]

[Is there any evidence? Just a picture. Who knows if it is your previous inventory.]

[I said in a low voice, if nothing else, this cousin is very courageous. Didn’t other Zhong family insiders say the same thing? She succeeded in getting the DK Group to place a bet?]

[Yes, I love this alone. Those who only know how to type on the keyboard and hide behind their mobile phones to ridicule, what are you doing when you are seventeen? Do you still need your mother to change your clothes? 】

[Don’t blame my sister if you don’t have the ability. If it were you who signed an agreement with a big company, you’d be so scared that you’d lose control of your bowels before you even got there, right? 】

[We can help my sister at any time to see if anyone has said bad things about her online, and then you can receive a lawyer’s letter, no thanks.]

The mocking netizens all shut up.

The middle-aged shareholder frowned and looked at the comment: "Uncle Zhong, do we have evidence that the world of ten directions was carved by Miss Biao?"

"What evidence do you want?" Mr. Zhong was very unhappy. "This was carved by my granddaughter. Is it possible that a second world of ten directions can be created out of thin air?"

The middle-aged shareholder sighed: "But Uncle Zhong, the problem is that no one on the Internet believes it."

"Don't believe it?" Mr. Zhong also took out his mobile phone and said with high morale, "I'll go to the line with them."

Before he even opened Weibo, a phone call came in first.

"Grandpa."

"Hey." Mr. Zhong coughed a few times, "Zijin, have you returned to your father's house?"

"Stop posting on Weibo." Ying Zijin pressed his head and said politely, "Please let me support myself until I grow old."

Mr. Zhong: "..."

No, who will provide for the elderly?

He is over 70 years old and has not yet thought about retirement. Instead, the more he works, the more energetic he becomes.

As a result, his granddaughter is going to take care of herself?!

"Grandpa, I know you have good intentions." Ying Zijin lowered his eyes and smiled, "I'm watching."

Mr. Zhong suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.

In fact, he didn't do anything, he just asked the company to post a Weibo.

Sometimes, people have been in the dark for too long, and they still need to hold on tightly to a little bit of warmth.

Mr. Zhong frowned: "But online -"

"It's okay." Ying Zijin said calmly, "I don't want to look at it."

Just don't take the initiative to come in front of her and interfere with her retirement.

After hanging up the phone, Mr. Zhong thought for a moment, turned around, and asked the middle-aged shareholder: "What do you think of my granddaughter?"

"Very possible." The middle-aged shareholder became serious, "Throw aside your own filters, Miss Biao is very suitable to be a manager."

She said that if she signed the gambling agreement, the Zhong Group would win.

It can also bring huge benefits to the Zhong Group. I have never seen anyone so good at doing business.

Mr. Zhong nodded, and his decision became clearer.

**

Maserati.

Ying Zijin looked at Berg who was frantically sending her WeChat messages with a blank expression. It took a lot of patience not to block him.

【Master Ying, is that you?】

[I knew it must be you! Master Ying, even if you don’t want to accept me as your disciple, I will still call you teacher! Your wife is so amazing, what art can’t you do? 】

[Master Ying, when will we meet again? I’m still staying in Shanghai for you, wuwuwuwu, please teach me how you draw so much like Chino Feng. 】

Ying Zijin clicked on the three small dots on the upper right side of the chat box and turned on Do Not Disturb messages.

very good.

The world suddenly became clear.

Fu Yun tilted his head deeply: "That oil painting master who wants you to go to the Royal Academy of Art in Ozhou?"

"Yes." Ying Zijin was silent for a moment, "Tell me, are all oil painters talkative?"

Chino Feng is, Berg Bryan is.

Is it possible that there is any tradition in this continent’s oil painting world?

Ying Zijin was thoughtful.

"Yeah." Fu Yunshen leaned on the driver's seat with a lazy expression, "I said no."

Ying Zijin turned his eyes and raised his eyebrows.

Fu Yunshen's peach-blossom eyes were raised, and his low and hoarse voice contained a smile: "If our child says a few more words, it will kill her."

So the oil painting master in front of him was very unusual.

"..."

"So brother is quite happy." Fu Yunshen raised his hand and ruffled the girl's hair casually, "It's rare that Yaoyao has so much to say in front of me."

What depressed people fear most is to completely close themselves off and no longer have contact with the outside world.

In this way, the condition will become more serious.

Fortunately, it doesn't happen anymore.

Ying Zijin glanced at him and was about to say something when his cell phone rang.

It was Sheng Qingtang calling.

"Little miracle doctor!" His voice was very excited, "I knew there were many things about you that were extraordinary! I didn't expect that you could even carve."
To be continued...