The Identity of the Real Rich Man Can’t Be Hidden

   Chapter 145 Can't beat her

   The next day was a good weather, sunny.

   Rong Qian was late because of tossing and turning yesterday and couldn't sleep. Instead, An Yan and Li Rongsen didn't come as early as she did. She was even a little worried about the art exhibition, for fear of being teased by Ling Feng.

  Li Rongsen waited for her downstairs in An Yan's room early in the morning, and they came after breakfast together.

   The museum is not yet open, and we need to wait another hour to welcome people who come to the exhibition.

The door was opened, and the paintings on the second floor were safe and sound, but Rong Qian's paintings on the first floor were all ruined, and there were hardly any paintings to see.

   All are painted with black paint.

   "I still can't prevent it, Lingfeng is a villain, a villain." Li Rongsen's tone was gloomy and cold, and he wished he would go and smash Lingfeng's skin now.

   "We don't have any evidence, so there's nothing we can do about him." An Yan motioned to Li Rongsen not to be angry, and added, "We have to solve the problem."

   "I wonder if Rong Qian has other paintings." Li Rongsen asked.

   At this time, when she saw Rong Qian walk in, she found that all her paintings were destroyed and said, "What's going on here, did Ling Feng do it, how can he be so despicable?"

   "Don't worry, we will find a way." An Yan motioned her not to get too angry.

Rong Qian looked at each painting and said, "Oops, we're done, we're going to lose." He went to the second floor and asked, "What about Ling Feng's paintings? Are all his paintings okay? ?"

   "His is fine." Li Rongsen replied to her.

   "It's unforgivable, I'm going to destroy his painting as well." Rong Qian was about to rush to the second floor.

But he was stopped by Li Rongsen, he persuaded and said, "You calm down first, now the staff are coming one after another, you can't let them hold the talk, no one can prove that Lingfeng broke your painting, but You go and destroy his painting now, and it's a fact."

   "Your brother is right. Besides, we don't do the same thing as a dog." An Yan motioned her to calm down.

  Rong Qian calmed down and said, "Why didn't I find out before that he is so bad."

   "Do you have any other paintings?" An Yan asked her about this first.

   "No, it's all here." Rong Qian was so angry that she saw Ling Feng walking in triumphantly.

  Ling Feng said: "What makes you so angry?"

   "You still have the face to say." Rong Qian approached him.

   "What are you doing, it looks like you're going to eat me, is there something unpleasant?" Ling Feng sneered, showing complete contempt for Rong Qian.

  An Yan gave Li Rongsen a wink, and the two of them put away all the paintings together.

  Ling Feng asked: "Why, you all admitted defeat in advance."

  Rong Qian went up and gave Ling Feng a slap in the face, and when he was about to slap a second time, he grabbed his wrist and said, "What kind of thing are you, how dare you hit me!"

   "I can't beat you. You owe me more than a slap in the face. It's not an exaggeration to beat you to death." Rong Qian said to him in a dark voice.

   "If you dare to do it again, I will call the police." Ling Feng threatened her.

   "I'm not afraid of you now, there is only An Yan, my brother, and you and me, who can prove that I hit you." Rong Qian sneered at him.

  Ling Feng shook off her hand and said, "I'm willing to admit defeat."

   "We haven't lost yet, we still have the last painting, we'll go get it now, and the exhibition will start on time." An Yan told him, and shook Rong Qian's hand to reassure her.

  Rong Qian walked to the door and said to An Yan, "That painting is only half finished."

   "You don't have to worry, I'll go get it with your brother, and you don't know him in the same way, we'll be back soon."

   Li Rongsen instructed Nissen to take out all the paintings, and asked him to help look at Rong Qian, and then took An Yan to the Ten Thousand Herbs Hall.

  The painting was in An Yan's office. She opened the door and walked in. First, she carefully observed the painting.

  Li Rongsen said: "This painting is only half finished, and it is still a little short of heat."

   "It's alright, I'll make up for Rong Qian." An Yan began to adjust the paint as she spoke, and began to add color to the half-finished painting.

  Li Rongsen was standing beside An Yan. He watched her add a piece of wheat, and then drew a man's back. He held a little girl in his left hand, and the little girl wore a bellflower on her head.

  The wind blows the wheat waves, blowing up the man's clothes, the little girl's white skirt, everything seems extremely real, and you can feel the wind in the painting blowing on your face.

  Li Rongsen said: "You are a very talented painting master."

   "I've won the prize." An Yan put down the pen after she finished speaking, and then said, "Let's go quickly, fortunately this painting is not too big, otherwise I won't be able to get it."

  Li Rongsen looked at his watch and said, "It's almost time, let's go."

  The two went to the museum again, and when they arrived, it was just the opening time.

  Rong Qian was still standing at the door, she was not sure, angry and annoyed.

   And Lingfeng went to the second floor to watch his paintings.

   At this moment, some visitors have come, including Ling Feng's new wife Shan Shuluo, who is wearing a white dress and delicate makeup today, and made a special trip to help her husband.

  Shan Shuluo was holding Ling Feng's arm and said, "The painting is good. How could that woman compare? It's too self-sufficient."

"That's natural. I'm a professional painter. She's nothing, but she's just a half-way monk, and as far as her level of painting is concerned, I taught her, so she's not worthy of fighting with me." Very confident and increasingly conceited.

   "It's a pity that I can't draw anymore." Shan Shuluo sighed, the reason why she has always been fascinated by Lingfeng is because he is talented, who knows that his hand has never been able to recover.

  Ling Feng hurriedly reprimanded her: "Be quiet, you want everyone to know."

   "There is no one here." Shan Shuluo felt a little aggrieved.

   "That shouldn't be said." Ling Feng was not really angry, but he had nowhere to vent his anger, so he could only come to her.

   He took Shan Shuluo to the fenced residence on the second floor, saw Rong Qian walk in with a painting in her hand, and said, "She has already brought the painting, let's go down."

   "Look at how I humiliate this ignorant woman." Shan Shuluo sneered, she was actually unfamiliar with Rong Qian, and even had no contact with her, but she was inexplicably jealous of her, thinking that she was ignorant.

  Rong Qian placed the painting An Yan brought over on the wooden shelf facing the door.

  So everyone who came in could see him at a glance, and were deeply impressed by this painting, and praised them one after another:

   "The painting is really good, and I really have some skills."

   "Within ten or twenty years, I can't draw such a level."

   "You said it simply, some people can't draw in their lifetime."

  Ling Feng felt a little uncomfortable after hearing these words. He thought about what happened to those people. He didn't even know that he, the president, was here, so he should be interested.

   Sure enough, those people were speechless when they saw Lingfeng coming over. In the end, they had to take into account Lingfeng's identity and status.

And Shan Shuluo also walked to the picture, thinking that no matter how Rong Qian painted, she just had to say that she was not good and that the painting was too bad. According to her level, she was in the sky or in the clouds. .

   She can't say anything right, Rong Qian and the others will lose.

   (end of this chapter)