I'm not the underworld

Chapter 428 Lawyer Letter Warning

"It doesn't count this time?" Ao Lingyuan was stunned for a moment, and repeated.

"Well! This time it doesn't count. Now that I'm out, today's itinerary still has to continue." Chen Yifan nodded, and pulled Ao Lingyuan to walk forward.

Ao Lingyuan took a step back, looked at Chen Yifan's back, and murmured in her heart: Human...

After a while, Ao Lingyuan blinked slightly, showed a faint smile, and followed Chen Yifan in big strides.

Soon, they saw the bus that had just crashed, and people were screaming, shouting, and busy...

Chen Yifan led her through the crowd without being as enthusiastic as usual to help.

Ao Lingyuan turned her head and saw that the ghost messenger came to take away the three figures, she couldn't help being a little puzzled.

But without asking too much, Chen Yifan said that those who deserved death will die, and those who should not die will naturally not die. She believed him.

After walking two stops, Chen Yifan brought Ao Lingyuan to the art gallery in the city.

This is the first stop for today's date.

Entering the huge exhibition hall, Chen Yifan took Ao Lingyuan and walked slowly forward from the first painting.

Among all kinds of people who came to the exhibition, the two students dressed as students stood out.

It also made the "elegant and upper-class people" who visited the exhibition couldn't help but look at them more.

This art exhibition is organized by the Cultural Affairs Bureau of the government, and nearly ten famous painting masters participated in the consumer-oriented art exhibition.

The paintings hanging here are all for sale, and the prices are not low.

Naturally, most of the people who come here to watch the exhibition also have purchase intentions.

Especially those successful people with low culture are particularly interested in these cultural commodities.

Feng Guan can't understand it. As long as the artist is famous and the price of the painting is high, if you buy it and hang it on the wall, Ge'er will immediately improve it.

As for students, where do students have this demand.

Apart from Chen Yifan and Ao Lingyuan, there were only a few literary and artistic young people here to join in the fun.

Chen Yifan had never formally studied painting, so he could only watch flowers on horseback. He and Ao Lingyuan soon walked to a position close to the center of the exhibition hall.

Here, they found a dozen people gathered in front of a painting, arguing fiercely about something.

Chen Yifan was a little surprised when he saw it. Perhaps these paintings were not easy to understand. Most of the visitors were just meaning, looking at this one and then that one, and then nodded and shook their heads pretendingly.

This scene surrounded by a painting is rare.

While listening to their argument, Chen Yifan looked up at the painting surrounded by the crowd.

Seeing this, he stopped in his tracks.

Compared with other paintings that are framed in a frame, this painting is obviously much smaller.

The image of the agony of hell, outlined only in black, is so lifelike that it appears intimidating at first glance.

At this time, everyone gathered in front of the painting wanted to buy the painting and were scrambling to bid.

Especially this kind of half-understandable, forceful and high-level paintings that express the painful side, hanging at home, can better demonstrate the depth of their thoughts!

Chen Yifan paused for two seconds, until Ao Lingyuan looked at him, and his eyes fell on the signature in the corner of the painting.

I can vaguely recognize the painter's name, Fan Kongming.

"What's the matter? Do you feel special when you see this painting?" Ao Lingyuan asked suspiciously.

"Or, let's buy it!"

Chen Yifan chuckled and shook his head, jokingly said, "You may not believe it, but I actually drew this painting."

Why is this painting so different in size from other painters' well-prepared paintings?

Because it is a draft paper for the senior high school entrance examination...

Seeing this painting hanging here, Chen Yifan didn't feel angry. He didn't rely on it for a living, and this painting was just a random creation.

I also feel a little funny and emotional, the world is really a coincidence!

This Fan Kongming, it is impossible to say that he wants to know each other.

Hearing what Chen Yifan said, and looking at the inscription on the painting, Ao Lingyuan understood, and couldn't help being a little angry.

"Who is the author of this painting, Fan Kongming?" Ao Lingyuan stepped forward and asked the people who were arguing coldly.

Ruoxue's cold voice suppressed everyone's arguments for a while, and everyone looked at her.

Immediately, everyone's eyes lit up and they were amazed.

There is not a single painting in the exhibition hall that can compare with this "fairy" in front of me!
"Here... next is Fan Kongming, why is Miss looking for me?" A young man about 1.7 meters tall, with shoulder-length hair and artistic attire, swallowed his saliva and asked stammeringly.

Seeing this scene, Chen Yifan was slightly startled by Ao Lingyuan's recklessness, and then, seeing the way everyone looked at her, felt inexplicably unhappy.

Ao Lingyuan was about to speak, but was suddenly pulled behind by Chen Yifan, and everyone who had been staring at her just now came back to their senses.

"Did you draw this painting?" Chen Yifan looked at Fan Kongming and asked.

Instead of Chen Yifan asking himself a question, Fan Kongming immediately regained the coldness of an artist from that piggy look: "See, you are also a middle school student, so you can't read?"

"I heard that your painters use special paper for their paintings. What do I think... Your painting is made of ordinary paper?" Chen Yifan asked again.

Fan Kongming's heart shuddered, and he looked at Chen Yifan.

It is true that this painting was not painted by him, but the painting was not signed in the first place. Does this kid know something?
Fan Kongming pondered in his heart, but he had already thought up his answer to Chen Yifan's question.

"I just got this painting by chance. I was not in the studio at the time, so I just found a piece of paper and drew the inspiration in my heart."

Afterwards, he smiled modestly and said, "I am also very satisfied with the inspiration of this painting, so I temporarily replaced it with this one among the many well-prepared paintings. .”

"Isn't it okay to just criticize other people's clumsy skills?" Chen Yifan asked rhetorically.

The others didn't understand, so Fan Kongming, who was very sensitive to this matter because of his guilt, immediately yelled: "What do you mean? You said I passed someone else's painting off as my own?"

"You are an insult to an artist!"

"Only we ourselves know how difficult the road of art is. We respect copyright and the works of any artist, and we will never use other people's paintings as our own!"

"You are slander! You are slander! Wait for the lawyer's letter! I want to defend my innocence in court!"

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Fan Kong was obviously very excited, and he looked filled with righteous indignation and suffered great humiliation.

And his emotions also mobilized the emotions of others. Seeing that he was so wronged, the melon eaters who didn't know the truth also accused Chen Yifan, thinking that he was standing at the pinnacle of morality and maintaining the right way in the world.

"Young man, this food can be eaten indiscriminately, but you can't talk nonsense!"

"That is, if you slander others with empty words, do you know what kind of damage it will cause to other people's reputation?"

"This art exhibition is a palace of elegant art, and a clown like you cannot slander any author here out of thin air..."

(End of this chapter)