Live broadcast carving, the police started to pay attention to it

Chapter 180, what?Is this called art?
The live broadcast room was also dumbfounded. They originally thought that Lin Yu's painting skills were very good, but the result was three small circles, or irregular small circles.

This is just like what a three-year-old child drew!

Is this also called painting?
stop kidding!
The live broadcast room was laughing crazy.

[Father-in-law, you’d better stop painting. I really can’t compliment your painting skills. Is this a painting by a three-year-old?Three salted duck eggs? 】

[This is also painting. If you are a painting master, then I am not a painting master?This is simply impossible to watch! 】

[Three salted duck eggs, father-in-law, are you serious? 】

【That's it?That's it·····】

[I dare not compliment you, this is the skill of a three-year-old child! 】

[It’s so funny, this is also called painting, my kids can do it]

Lin Yu drew three small circles, then drew a few hairs around the small circles one after another, and drew several more small circles to surround the three small circles.

Feng Xiaomo looked confused, what the hell is this painting?

The big circle outside looks like a fish.

But what the hell are the three little circles inside?

Feng Xiaomo can’t understand!
Not to mention that Feng Xiaomo couldn't understand it, even the fans in the live broadcast room couldn't understand it.

[What is this operation?Why does it look like a flower and a fish at the same time? 】

[What nonsense, is this also painting?This painting skill is really hard to compliment!It’s better not to draw anymore. 】

[Uh... Why do you look like a big cock when you draw it? 】

[Weird shape, I can’t compliment it. 】

[This is a random drawing, what is it? 】

[My father-in-law doesn’t know how to draw at all. I thought he was very good at it, but this is the result? 】

[What the hell, I can’t understand it! 】

Fans in the live broadcast room complained one after another. At first they thought they were three salted duck eggs, but later they turned into a fish.

now what!
And drew a big rooster head on the fish's mouth?
What the hell is this!
What a waste of time.

There are people complaining in the live broadcast room, so don’t waste it!

Fish tail, rooster head?

Lin Yu changed a pen and continued to draw. The three small circles inside began to increase the ink. At this time, the outline of a person appeared.

Feng Xiaomo:? ? ? ? ?

Fans in the live broadcast room:? ? ? ? ?

Lin Yu started to paint the background color again, and painted various colors on it, not fish, not rooster, not human face...
In short, the whole thing looks nondescript.

Don't know anything.

Feng Xiaomo looked confused.

Lin Yu nodded: "The painting is done, what do you think?"

Feng Xiaomo couldn't help but laugh: "Is this what you drew?"

"Yup!"

"You call this painting? Even if I haven't learned to draw, I can draw better than you. What are you drawing? The fish doesn't look like a fish, the rooster doesn't look like a rooster, and the human face doesn't look like a human face."

"This is rubbish. It's like a seven or eight-year-old kid scribbling random graffiti. It looks nondescript. Don't tell me that you studied painting in college!"

Feng Xiaomo finally found a reason to coward Lin Yu.

All kinds of taunts started.

After all, anyone who reads this looks like garbage.

Not a compliment at all.

It's like a child scribbling on it.

Lin Yu looked at the painting: "I think it's pretty good."

"It's okay. Don't be ridiculous. Look at the comments in the live broadcast room. Look at what they said. Are you calling this painting? It's an insult to the word painter."

Lin Yu said: "You said if this painting were to be auctioned, how much do you think would be appropriate?"

Feng Xiaomo: (⊙o⊙)…

Fans in the live broadcast room: (⊙o⊙)…

They were all in disbelief. Is this bird painting going to be auctioned?

You are probably thinking too much!

Who the hell buys this thing? Are you crazy or is someone else crazy?
Feng Xiaomo joked: "Don't be ridiculous. You are painting something and you are thinking of auctioning it. I would be disgusted if you gave it to me."

There was also a burst of ridicule in the live broadcast room

[Don't be ridiculous, don't be ridiculous, father-in-law, if this painting can be auctioned, I will eat shit on the spot. 】【Um...Father-in-law, are you kidding me?Can you get this painting?Do you dare to put it up for auction?Are you crazy, or am I? 】

[Father-in-law, you won’t really go to the auction, will you? 】

[Come on, I think my father-in-law is crazy. No one wants this thing even if it is given away, let alone auctioned! 】

[Haha...Father-in-law, are you trying to laugh me to death? 】

[I’ll give you one dollar, no more. 】

【I will pay you two pieces...】

Lin Yu said: "This is art, you don't understand."

Feng Xiaomo immediately protested, I don’t understand?
I don’t understand art?
Your art?

Is this even art?
Who are you fooling!

This is fucking rubbish.

Feng Xiaomo asked, "How much do you think it's worth?"

"It should be a hundred thousand anyway!"

"How many?"

Feng Xiaomo thought he heard wrongly.

One hundred thousand?

Big brother.

What are you kidding?
Can this thing be worth a hundred thousand?
Are you crazy about money?

"Isn't one hundred thousand worth it?"

"Nonsense, this thing is worth a hundred thousand. I will kneel on the ground and kiss your toes and call you master."

Feng Xiaomo lost his temper, and this was the time to attack Lin Yu.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, he struck Lin Yu hard.

There must be revenge.

Gotta get back to the place.

Lin Yu looked at Feng Xiaomo and said with a smile, "Why, you want to gamble again? Are you still unwilling to admit defeat? This painting is really worth a hundred thousand, are you really going to lick my toes?"

Feng Xiaomo looked at the live broadcast room.

Asked: "Fans, you heard it just now. What he said just now is worth one hundred thousand. Do you think I should make another bet with him?"

"Do you think this painting is worth [-]?"

There were countless comments in the live broadcast room at this time.

[Bet... You must bet. This painting is simply unsightly. How can it be worth a hundred thousand?This is obviously a mess. 】

[Art, is this also called art?Bet, must bet...]

[Sister Feng, don’t be fooled. My father-in-law is very rich. He will definitely find someone to buy the paintings. What will you do then? 】

[There is no way this is worth a hundred thousand, absolutely impossible. 】

[My father-in-law will definitely lose this time. This thing is worthless and I can’t even understand it. 】

[You must bet, but be careful of your father-in-law cheating, after all, he is not short of money...]

[Be careful of your father-in-law cheating! 】

Feng Xiaomo turned around and smiled: "Bet, I must bet. If I lose, I will lick your toes live and call you master."

"Of course, if you lose, I won't say anything else. I see there are many treasures in your house, so I will choose one at random."

"how do you feel?"

Are you really betting?
Are you the reincarnation of a gambler?
Live broadcast of toe licking, you can't be serious!

"I don't think there's any need to gamble!"

"Are you afraid?"

"It's not that I'm afraid, I'm afraid that if you win, you'll be in trouble. After all, you're licking your toes live."

"I'm not afraid. What are you afraid of? Just ask if you dare!"

"Are you serious?"

"Of course, but you can't let others buy it, you can't cheat, you can't give someone [-], and then ask you to buy the painting."

"Am I that kind of person?" Lin Yu said disdainfully;

Feng Xiaomo complained crazily in his heart: I don’t know if you are that kind of person, but I know that these messy paintings are definitely worth more than [-]...

(End of this chapter)