"Burn the stewed meat..." "This..." almost all foreign painters who came here learned Chinese. They asked what they said if they didn't understand, and they were speechless. The works of ghost-god-level young people were actually stewed with meat! "It's good to cook and it's good to cook. The fewer works of Dean Jiang's, the better. Of course, if you can find a half-child painting or a previous painting, it still has some value."

President Qian laughed, fearing that Jiang Xiaoye had painted hundreds of paintings in school before, and it would be bad if he could spread them.

This is better.

It’s a bit regrettable, even if I have never had a single painting in the past.

The live broadcast room is hot.

"I'm so envious. I won't have to worry about a painting forever. I won't earn hundreds of thousands this year!"

"Awesome, I've cooked millions of things to the dog and stewed with meat. A dog ate the money I can't make in my life. I feel so uncomfortable!!!"

"It's invincible, isn't this a little awesome?

I'm convinced."

"Who is Jiang Xiaoye's classmate and teacher? Have you collected his paintings?

If the paintings collected are made, I will make a fortune now. I will go and I will go to my seniors to ask for their paintings and collect them. If they suddenly become masters of literary world and masters of calligraphy and painting in more than ten years, wouldn’t I be rich?”

"According to what President Qian said, I can't find it. I'm so envious. I went to Yushan Village to steal paintings. Is anyone in a team?

I'll give the address, you go and steal it. After you get it, we will get it for 50 minutes!"

"I am Dean Jiang's classmate. I asked. He used to be good at painting, but he rarely painted. When he was in college, he didn't know if he fell in love with the senior sister of the art class. He signed up to study for a few days. The key is that he has also painted it!"

"In the world painting world, as long as President Jiang is, it will always be a peak that cannot be surpassed!"

"Why is Xiao Hei tied up?"

"I'm starving to death, what about you animals, it takes three hours to get all takeout. Jingquan Yushan Store no longer accepts orders. I heard it's already been scheduled until 5 o'clock in the afternoon!"

...                                                                                                                               

All the paintings were ruined by him.

Without the magical art of painting everything, he is just a soul painter! “Who in the village has Xiao Ye painted it?

Keep it, our Xiaoye’s paintings were worth hundreds of thousands of dollars when I was a child. Who would have made a fortune?”

The old village chief shouted with a smile.

"I remember Teacher Li's collection."

Dahan couldn't stand such a big temptation at the banquet, so he followed He Laogou to have a meal. He was eating and drinking, and suddenly looked up and shouted.

"Who is Teacher Li?"

“Which teacher Li?

Could it be Mr. Li, who was the former math teacher and part-time art teacher, music teacher, right?

She has married to Dashi Village and seems to be in poor health. She has not been a teacher for five or six years, right?”

"Xiaoqiu, is it Li Huiyu?"

"Yes, it's Li Huiyu, Dahan's math teacher used to be Dahan. Dahan didn't study well, so he talked to me several times. Dahan, has Teacher Li collected Xiaoye's paintings?"

Dahan used to not talk about studying, but his IQ was not enough, and it was not that he was difficult to find, but that Dahan was bullied and even said that he was bullied. Sometimes, when he touched someone, he could make those children cry and ask her to complain to her.

Studying...                                                                                                                              

"Yes, it seems that there really is one. I remember that every group of students in Teacher Li will collect one of the pictures, and maybe there are actually ones."

Jiang Xiaoye looked back at Dahan and remembered it too.

What is Dahan's mind?

It's been so long before, but still remember?

Why did the memory of goldfish have the same memory as that of goldfish?

"I have Teacher Li's contact information, I'll ask!"

"It's been sixteen or seventeen years, probably I've been thrown away a long time ago, right?"

"Some teachers will never throw away their students' things until they die."

Jiang Xiaoye didn't care about those things, and began to adjust the colors with Rami and communicated in a low voice. Jiang Xiaoye also talked about some experiences about the magical art of painting all things. Rami, who are similar to Constantine, only has a big difference.

“How long does this painting take to be painted?”

When Rami was a little stunned when she learned that Jiang Xiaoye was going to paint the current scenery of Yushan Village. How long does it take?

"It's almost two hours."

Jiang Xiaoye was very confident. In two hours, he said more. His current magical art of painting everything has been completely integrated with other people's skills, and his heart is moved at will.

"How is it possible..." Rami wanted to say something in her heart, but when she remembered Jiang Xiaoye's previous methods, she would not say anything. How could such methods be impossible?

Maybe, two hours, it's really OK! “Teacher Li really has it. She said she kept it all and is looking for it now. Wow, has Teacher Li become rich?"

"Hundreds of thousands?"

"If it was really painted by Xiaoye, would anyone buy it?"

After calling, Teacher Li really saved a picture! “Is it really true?

I'll collect it, 500,000!"

A Chinese family spoke immediately, but they didn't even see the paintings. The child's casual graffiti was just 500,000 yuan.

No matter what you painted, this is probably the only painting that Jiang Xiaoye had before he became famous! “One million, our Calligraphy and Painting Association has collected it!”

President Qian was also moved. This one has great collection value and has different meanings.

“1.2 million!”

A foreign master also spoke.

"What are you doing? I haven't seen the paintings, and I don't know if I can find them. Moreover, there is no need for you to grab the first painting of Dean Jiang when he was a child, right?"

“Why is it not necessary?

A ghost-level legendary work, even if it is a casual graffiti, can be learned from it. After all, Dean Jiang’s paintings are too profound now!”

"Let's talk about it when someone comes. Let's stop quoting, why don't they sell it?

Watch us perform here?"

"It's beginning, is it so casual?

Just..."                                                              �

Jiang Xiaoye started, without any prelude at all. After adjusting the lust, he started directly.

The speed at the beginning gave people a feeling of random drawings, too fast! But everyone in the industry here understood that Jiang Xiaoye was definitely not a mess, and they didn't care about anything else, so they cheered up and started to look carefully.

"Xiao Ye, please slow down, it's too fast."

Zhao Wuliu reminds me.

"It's been two hours slower and I can't finish it."

Jiang Xiaoye smiled and said, "Hurry up."

"Director Jiang concentrates on painting, don't be distracted. Mr. Zhao, do I beg you not to bother Dean Jiang?"

President Qian saw that Jiang Xiaoye was still distracted and chatting, and almost spit out an old blood.
Chapter completed!