Taking Liu Yifei back to Northeast China for the Chinese New Year has sent the entire internet into

"God of Wealth... God of Wealth..."

Looking at the painting, Zhao Guifang actually felt an urge to prostrate herself in worship.

This is not a painting.

This is clearly a deity that has been invited into the home!

Fang Daqiang was completely unaware that the cigarette butt in his hand had burned his fingers, and his mouth was wide open.

At this moment, only pure shock remained on Liu Yifei's stunningly beautiful face.

She had seen the Mona Lisa in the Louvre and the starry night in Van Gogh's paintings; those were the pinnacle of art and the crystallization of human wisdom.

But this painting is different.

It brings a sense of awe that comes from the depths of one's blood, an almost instinctive shock of faith.

The God of Wealth in the painting truly possesses divine power.

"God... a miracle..."

Teacher Wang stared intently at the painting, his lips trembling, as if he had witnessed a myth descend to earth.

The chat room exploded with comments.

[Holy crap! Holy crap! Holy crap! What did I just see?!]

This isn't a painting! This is a divine intervention! I can feel the wealth emanating from it even through the screen!

I swear, I think I just saw the God of Wealth in the painting smile at me! It wasn't my imagination!

[My mom asked me why I was kneeling while watching the live stream... (This time I really was kneeling!)]

Fang Yu was very satisfied with everyone's reaction.

Master-level Chinese painting skills, terrifyingly powerful!

Without stopping, he set aside the finished painting of the God of Wealth to dry, and then spread out a new sheet of paper.

"Next up is the Jade Emperor."

This time, Fang Yu wrote even faster and with greater momentum.

The outlines flow like dragons, the colors surge like clouds, and the rendering appears as if created by nature.

In just ten minutes.

The Jade Emperor, the supreme celestial deity of the Jade Palace, wearing a twelve-tassel crown, a nine-chapter robe, and holding a jade tablet, appeared on the paper, exuding supreme majesty.

That gaze, overlooking the three realms and seeing through all living beings, is more oppressive than the benevolent eyes of the God of Wealth, making one's soul tremble.

Then came the door gods Qin Qiong and Yuchi Gong.

One has phoenix eyes and silkworm eyebrows, and a face as red as a jujube.

One has a ring-shaped soap face, as black as the bottom of a pot.

Golden armor gleaming in the sun, divine weapons in hand, that chilling killing intent that vanquishes evil spirits seems to penetrate the screen, slaying all demons and monsters!

When Fang Yu finished drawing all the divine characters and neatly spread them out on the kang (a heated brick bed),

This small earthen house in Northeast China actually has a certain auspicious air about it, like a grand palace in the heavens.

Fang Daqiang and Zhao Guifang have completely lost their ability to speak.

They stared blankly at the immortals on the kang (a heated brick bed) who seemed about to step out of the painting and descend to earth at any moment.

Is this... is this really the son I've watched grow up since he was a child?

Just then.

"ah--!"

Teacher Wang, who had been standing still to the side, suddenly let out a strange cry that was hard to understand.

Immediately afterwards, he turned around abruptly, rushed out of the Fang family's gate without looking back, and disappeared into the vast expanse of snow.

That figure looked so panicked, as if it had seen a ghost.

Inside the house, Fang Yu's family of three, along with Liu Yifei, looked at each other in bewilderment.

"What... what's wrong with Teacher Wang?" Fang Yu scratched his head, looking completely innocent.

"He...he's...frightened?" Zhao Guifang stared blankly at the wide-open door, cold wind whistling in.

"Really?" Fang Daqiang couldn't understand it either. "My son drew gods, not demons or monsters. Why would he run away?"

Liu Yifei tilted her head and guessed, "Could it be... that Teacher Wang suddenly remembered that the gas at home was on?"

This reason is obviously not very convincing, as Kaoshantun still doesn't have gas.

The viewers in the live stream were also discussing it animatedly.

[What kind of move is this, Teacher Wang? I don't understand it, but I'm completely shocked.]

[Could it be that Fang Yu's painting contains some kind of mysterious power that only someone with Wang's insightful understanding could perceive, and that he couldn't withstand this power and ran away?]

[Upstairs, have you been reading too many fantasy novels? I bet Teacher Wang is in a hurry to get home and use the restroom.]

Regardless of why Teacher Wang ran away, I just want to ask, is Fang Yu selling his paintings? I'm willing to pay 100,000 yuan for that God of Wealth painting!

【100,000? Who do you think you are? Didn't you see that big shot just bid a million?】

Just then, a golden "Super Rocket" special effect barrage slowly floated across the screen, instantly attracting everyone's attention.

The person sending the bullet comments was a user with the ID "Shanghai Emperor". Judging from the glittering gold certification mark, you can tell that he is a top-tier tycoon.

[Shanghai Emperor: Young friend Fang Yu, I'll offer one million for this painting of the God of Wealth. Would you sell it? If not, I'm willing to offer three million. Would you please paint another one for me?]

Three million!

A painting!

The moment this comment appeared, the entire live stream exploded.

Holy crap! Three million! Did I see that right?!

[We don't understand the world of the big shots; one painting from them is enough for me to earn a lifetime's worth of money!]

[Fang Yu, say yes quickly! This incredible wealth is finally yours!]

Meanwhile, in Qingshan Town, the owner of a stationery store.

I just finished making dumplings and was waiting for the water to boil before putting them in the pot.

The stationery store owner suddenly remembered the boast the young man who bought red paper that afternoon had made—"Ma Liang's magic brush will split Liang in the Northeast."

With the intention of watching the spectacle unfold, he started the live stream.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out he hadn't moved an inch.

From that stunning calligraphy to this seemingly divinely inspired painting skills.

The shop owner was stunned, forgetting to peel the garlic cloves in his hand.

Especially when you see the offer of "three million" on the screen.

The boss felt his head buzzing, and the garlic in his hand fell to the ground with a "thud".

He glanced back at the empty cardboard box in the corner, which was what he had left over after selling out all of his "Shenma'er" this year.

I was initially quite pleased with myself, thinking my business would be booming this year.

But now, he only felt a chill to the bone.

"Damn it..."

The boss lit a cigarette, his hand trembling slightly, his face filled with existential doubt.

"I've sold lottery tickets my whole life, earning only a few cents per ticket. Even if I sold them my whole life, I still wouldn't make as much as someone else's single ticket..."

Comparing yourself to others will only lead to disaster.

Compare the goods, and you'll have to throw them away.

The boss sighed deeply, looking at the boiling water in the pot, and suddenly felt that this year's New Year's Eve dumplings didn't taste so good anymore.

……

On the other side, agent Sister Wang was looking at her phone from behind, feeling like her heart was about to jump out of her chest.

Three million!

This is the money Fang Yu earned after working hard for half a year to run around doing gigs!

However, Sister Wang's first reaction was not happiness, but panic.

A deep sense of panic!

She knows Fang Yu too well.

This kid will lie down rather than sit, you could say he has absolutely no ambition.

If he knew that he could earn three million by simply drawing a picture on the kang (a heated brick bed), he would be in trouble.

No need to rush to announcements, no need to be pressured by an agent to lose weight, no need to go out to record shows in the dead of winter when the temperature is tens of degrees below zero...

Will he be able to come back after the New Year?!

Could it be that he couldn't resist the temptation and quit the art world to become some kind of carefree, reclusive master of calligraphy and painting?!

After all, compared to being an idol, drawing at home is not only easier, but also... seems to be more profitable!

An unprecedented sense of professional crisis instantly enveloped Sister Wang.

"It's all over, it's all over..."

Looking at the talented figure on the screen, Sister Wang even had the urge to buy a plane ticket right now, fly over there, and kidnap Fang Yu back to the company!

"Fang Yu!"

"Please, please don't ever think of becoming a painter!"

"The entertainment industry is your home!"