Don't be too sweet

Chapter 1115 She Is Painting ([-])

Chapter 1115 She Is Painting ([-])
"Did the second brother think that I am omnipotent?" He Shanshan frowned and asked in the same impatient manner.

Yang Bay swallowed, and looked at He Shanshan with open eyes, not knowing what to say.

"If you see it, you see it. If you don't see it, you don't see it. How can there be so many words?!"

Du Meier also spoke out.

"Is this really the portrait of Mr. Jiu?" Du Meier showed the painting in front of He Shanshan, and also pursued an answer.

"Oh," He Shanshan smiled, and took a few more mouthfuls of rice: "I'm done eating, you two eat slowly, and, you two are really good for each other."

"Stop!" Du Meier jumped up to stop He Shanshan: "Don't think about leaving unless you make it clear."

He Shanshan asked back, "Explain what?"

"The person in this portrait is Mr. Jiu, right!" Du Meier asked.

"Hehe," He Shanshan chuckled, and looked at Yang Ba.

Yang Ba also looked at He Shanshan: "If sister-in-law has news about elder brother, please let me know."

He Shanshan shook her head: "For your elder brother's sake, I don't care about you."

She dropped this sentence, turned around and left.

"Brother Ba, look at her! If you don't care about her anymore, she's going to have no limits," Du Meier gritted her teeth.

But Yang Ba was pondering He Shanshan's sentence "for your brother's sake", repeating it in his heart.

"Brother Ba, what do you think she's doing in the small study all day?" Du Meier restrained her gnashing of teeth, her voice slowed down and softly.

"She was painting, and she drew many pictures of men," Yang Ba replied.

Two days passed in the blink of an eye——

The portrait of Mr. Jiu has long been spread in the city of Fengyun Villa to the point where everyone knows it.

At this time, another news came out.

"Hongyuan Tea House has been bought by the people!"

"Isn't that the place of scholars? Don't you mind being noble? How could it be taken over by someone?"

"We are also wondering, but I heard that there is an art exhibition or something."

"Which great Confucianist's painting exhibition will fail?"

"I've never heard of the name Sanjiu Layman, he's a stranger, but I've seen his portrait hanging on the door, it looks like a real person wants to come out of the painting, it's really good."

"Sanjiu layman?"

Some news, some things, are impossible to suppress. What if it is another more violent news?Is it possible to attract everyone's attention?

"This is also a nine. Could it be that Mr. Jiu did it? If so, it's no wonder that it is difficult to book Hongyuan Teahouse."

"No, this Jiufeijiu, it should be another person."

"Anyway, the Hongyuan Building will open tomorrow, so let's all go and see it?"

The next day—

The publicity is powerful, but it is not expected that as soon as the door of the teahouse opens, there will be people rushing in, but they will be stopped by the men rushing out from inside.

"Before entering the building to look at the paintings, let me explain a few things."

"One, you can look at the painting, but you can't jump around the circle, and you can't touch the painting;
Second, it's fine to be happy with the painting. After the exhibition is over, there will be an hour-long selling time, and the one with the highest price will get the painting. "

"Three, if anyone accidentally destroys the painting, sorry, the price is marked on the side of the painting, and compensation will be made according to the price. If you don't pay the compensation, you will sell yourself, or keep a hand."

"The three rules have been explained, and people can be allowed to enter."

The middle-aged man shouted loudly and clearly, and people started to walk in, but some people continued to shout there.

Those who walked in were already speechless from the shock of those realistic paintings, and the teahouse was completely quiet.

(End of this chapter)