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Chapter 8 International Visual Artist King
In the picture on the screen, Mister Johnson stepped forward first and tore off the curtain beside him, revealing a giant oil painting three meters high and two meters wide beside him, talking with confidence and extraordinary expression.

The translator next to him spoke Chinese almost simultaneously.

"Mister Johnson said that his work combines the seven materials given in the title, using clocks, deserts, dead trees, sunsets, crows, water glasses and fishbone, to create an emotional scene within three hours. Doomsday scene."

The judges from [-] countries came to the stage to watch Mister Johnson's works one after another, and all of them nodded their heads when they came back.

"Being able to fit the seven materials in the title in such a short period of time, this kind of creativity and expressive ability can be said to be among the best among modern visual artists, and I will give it nine points."

"Not bad! And as we all know, oil painting takes a lot of time. He was able to use exquisite and skilled techniques to create such a clear picture within three hours, and to make all the materials so harmonious. It is even more precious. I give Five past nine."

"I give ten."

After the judges gave the score, the average score reached 9.5 points.

From anyone's point of view, Han Che has almost no chance of winning.

however……

Han Che at the scene was not at all discouraged, but when the camera turned to him, he unhurriedly pulled down the curtain of the work beside him.

At first glance, this is just a decorative painting covered with golden quicksand, without any descriptive material, not even a single line.

There was an uproar in the gorgeous hall.

The judges from all over the world shook their heads and made gibberish comments in their native languages.

Chinese reporters were so embarrassed when they heard this.

Competitor Mister Johnson even shook his index finger at Han Che and said something in broken Chinese.

"Chinese, no!"

Han Che remained calm, but raised his hand gracefully, and tapped lightly on the edge of the painting with his index finger.

clap la la...

The originally mediocre three-dimensional sand painting immediately rolled down countless quicksands.

The grains of sand left on the canvas form a majestic and colorful picture as if by magic.

Among them are not only the materials mentioned by Mister Johnson, but also 170 other materials that have appeared in the title, which are dazzling, yet harmonious and beautiful.

The lights on the scene shone on these three-dimensional quicksand, not only radiant, but also seemed to make the people, objects, and scenery in this picture come alive.

The oil painting by Mister Johnson next door was instantly inconspicuous by comparison.

See you all.

It was the first time to see such an amazing work by Han Che. All the judges stood up in amazement, stepped forward to observe this miraculous painting carefully, lingering in the painting, and couldn't stop being amazed again and again.

Mister Johnson spread his hands, looked at Han Che in surprise, and choked out another sentence in Chinese.

"what is this?"

"This is strength."

Han Che dismissed Mister Johnson in just four words.

After all, the broad and spiritual Chinese culture cannot be explained clearly to a Westerner in a few words.

Only Professor Liu, a Chinese judge who had been looking at it for a while, pointed at Han Che's painting and shouted.

"This inspiration comes from the Dunhuang murals with a long history in China!"

"That's right, the wisdom of the Chinese people has long been able to make paintings all-encompassing, such as the Qingming Riverside Scene, Dunhuang murals..." Han Che temporarily echoed Professor Liu's words.

As soon as the words fell, Professor Liu raised a very sign with eyes full of excitement.

The referees from various countries next to each other also showed their scoring signs.

very!

very!

very!

This has set a record for a perfect score in an international artist competition!

On the big screen at the end, the Chinese reporters were full of excitement, repeatedly shouting "King has won the championship of this international artist competition".

Nuan Nuan, who was queuing up to submit her resume in the talent market, was attracted by this crazy voice, and finally turned her head to look at the screen temporarily.

But what was left on the screen at this time was only the back of the champion leaving.

Is that person King?
Is it the King who helped Lin Jiayi in the dark when he returned to China?

Nuan Nuan shook her head lightly.

There is nothing to say about talent, but character is too bad.And it is said that love comes from the heart, it is estimated that the person who can do such a dirty thing must not look very good, and maybe the body is not good.

If there is a chance for her to see King himself, she should at least curse a few words of shame!ill!

Nuan Nuan was complaining in his heart, and Han Che had already arrived at the private consultation room of the neurology department of the famous A Hospital in China.

Sitting opposite the desk was a middle-aged man in his 40s, wearing glasses, a well-fitting white coat, a stethoscope around his neck, and a fair smile on his fair face, looking very easy-going.

Seeing Han Che coming in, he immediately got up and handed Han Che his business card, and introduced himself to Han Che.

"Hello, my name is Xu Jingsong, and I'm Peter's classmate. From now on, I will be in charge of your observation and follow-up in China."

Han Che took the business card, nodded, and then sat on the sofa without saying a word.

The atmosphere in the office with bright and clean windows immediately became dull and depressing.

Dr. Xu never thought that Han Che would have such a strong aura, and his smile became a little unnatural. He could only look down at the case in his hand, and found a key point to ask Han Che.

"I looked at your previous consultation records, and noticed something. You said that you came back this time, and there was a repayment action. Has it been realized now?"

Han Che just nodded.

Lin Jiayi's 'personal' show is his masterpiece.

Dr. Xu had no choice but to be more proactive, breaking the casserole and asking the end.

"How do you feel?"

"Like completing a project, efficient and accurate."

The corner of Dr. Xu's mouth twitched, and he said 'this is a patient' silently in his heart, and then he kept his face calm, and continued to ask Han Che in another direction: "The part about that memory, did you stimulate your brain again? When the nerves are throbbing?"

Han Che replied blankly: "It happened once before, it wasn't serious."

Dr. Xu frowned and asked, "Did you take your medicine on time?"

"Have."

Dr. Xu crumpled the medical records in his hands, and his face lost his ease, leaving only sincere and sad folds: "Mr. Han, I hope you can tell me the specific details, did something happen? ?”

"Mainly it was change, unexpected change, a person came out of nowhere and destroyed a very important part of my memory, and I was a little bit out of control."

Han Che was silent for a while, and then made a statement with a face of reluctance.

A look of surprise flashed in Dr. Xu's eyes: "Has there been any violent behavior?"

Han Che frowned, but his voice was flat: "I drove her away."

(End of this chapter)