Doted on his wife: uncle, love fiercely

Chapter 91 Two paintings appear together!
As soon as Feng Lao spoke, the others disagreed.

"Old Feng, how could you do this? This painting was obviously the one I saw first!"

The first person who took out the painting hurried over, reaching out to snatch it!

Feng Lao stared and avoided his hand!
"What do you fancy? I was the first to tell it to advance!"

He carefully protected the painting in his arms, worried that the other party would snatch it away, and worried that it would be snatched away.

"Besides, talking about oil painting is your weakness, so you can go and see if there are any good ink paintings, aren't you the best at that?"

Worried that the other party would come to grab the painting again, Feng Laosui pointed to a landscape painting on the table.

"It's not bad if you look at it, go and have a look."

The judge looked back, and his face sank with anger.

The picture that Feng Lao pointed to clearly looked messy, and it was intentionally used to fool him!

He was so angry that he took a deep breath, but there was nothing he could do with Feng Lao.

The people next to him also knew about Feng Lao's temper, so they pulled the judge.

"Forget it, forget it, it's rare for Mr. Feng to come across a picture he likes, so let him take it away."

The man was so angry that he threw the others away.

"Didn't you just see a picture two days ago?"

Mentioning this, Feng Lao frowned.

He took a closer look at the painting in his hand, and then thought of the previous one.

Although the two paintings look different in content, they are very similar in terms of painting style and artistic conception.

If it weren't for the art competition not allowing people to participate repeatedly, he would even feel that the two paintings were drawn by the same person.

What kind of person can draw such a similar style?

He couldn't wait to know the identities of the two of them.

Feng Veteran labeled the painting in his hand and handed it to the staff.

"This is the last one to advance, let's announce the results of the competition."

The staff hurried over and carefully put away the painting.

The next day, the results of the first round of the National Art Competition were announced at ten o'clock in the morning.

This is the largest competition in the art world of the whole country, and now with the sponsorship of the mysterious person, with the support of huge funds, the scale of this time is even more grand than ever.

The announced results are simultaneously broadcast on the Internet, TV, and radio.

In the afternoon, the photos of the ten finalists were photographed and publicized across the country, and posters were posted on the bulletin boards of every art-related school.

The authors of the ten paintings are also revealed at the same time!

People were shocked to find that among the contestants this time, there were old and young, some already in high positions, well-known professors and painters, and some self-taught participants, but each one was amazing.

Professor Yuan had already achieved quite a lot, but no one expected that he would be able to participate anonymously and stand out from the crowd!

On the same day, someone predicted that Professor Yuan's "Back View in the Kitchen" would definitely become the champion!
Some insiders broke the news, saying that this painting was valued by the always strict Feng Lao when it first appeared, and several judges almost got into a fight because of this painting.

As soon as the news came out, almost everyone believed that Professor Yuan was the absolute champion.

When the results came out, Mi Xia happened to be at school, and hurried to the bulletin board after class.

There are already many people around the bulletin board, discussing in low voices.

Misha squeezed in quickly, and at the first glance, he saw his painting at the end.

"Choose!"

She laughed in surprise and looked at the other pictures.

When her eyes fell on the first picture in the front, she froze suddenly.

The painting she was missing for days!

It was hung on the bulletin board brightly!

(End of this chapter)