When Chen Jue squatted down to pick up the microphone that he accidentally dropped, Lin Nuo walked to the edge of the stage and said, "Director Chen."
Chen Weiwen looked at him with a complicated expression.
With the situation happening now, he couldn't help but think more about it.
That 200,000 yuan painting, and the name that made Chen Jue's face change drastically, were obviously well prepared.
He now even doubted that Lin Nuo had expected Chen Jue to appear in the audience.
"What else do you want?"
There was a trace of apology on Lin Nuo's face, "I've caused trouble to Director Chen. I also want to invite someone to the stage."
Ever since he suffered a huge somersault three years ago that almost made him unable to get up, Lin Nuo has come to a clear understanding: Don't underestimate anyone in this world.
Even if that person looks harmless or even weak.
Director Chen in front of him is undoubtedly a smart man, and he should have guessed some of his private arrangements.
Chen Weiwen sighed in his heart, this is the end of it. If he doesn't agree to this request, the audience probably won't agree either.
"Is it the Leng Yuan you just mentioned?"
Lin Nuo's expression darkened and he nodded, "It's her."
"Where are people?"
"Already in the lobby on the first floor of the TV station."
Chen Weiwen took a deep look at Lin Nuo and waved to a staff member standing nearby, "Go and pick it up."
"Thank you, Director Chen."
After picking up the microphone, Chen Jue quickly explained the accident, "Sorry, my hand slipped accidentally." Seeing Lin Nuo come back, he sneered somewhat deliberately, "Each of my works is unique, why? Do you want to go out of your way to copy again? It’s just people like you who would only think about copying other people’s paintings, and then create new ones and submit them to competitions. You deserve to be overturned!”
Lin Nuo knew that Chen Jue could not really respond to his verbal stimulation and copy his own work on the spot. After all, he had never actually painted it. Wouldn't this copying be exposed in front of so many people?
Fortunately, what he originally wanted to hear was Chen Jue's words, 'Every work is unique'!
This man really lived up to his expectations.
"Are you sure each of your works is unique?"
Seeing his reaction, Chen Jue felt a little unsure.
When he was in the audience before, he only made a few mocking remarks to others, but this person looked like he wanted to eat him.
Now that he was mocking in front of so many people with a microphone, Lin Nuo's mood became more stable.
Could it be that this person really found some evidence?
Impossible, it’s definitely a scam!
He won't be fooled.
"Otherwise, my fans all know my habit. I like to paint in one go. After all, inspiration is fleeting, and the original feeling will not be the same when I paint again. After the painting is completed, it will be scanned and uploaded to the Internet as soon as possible, so as to avoid People like you are using my paintings to make a fuss. Even if someone wants to copy them, they can only use my paintings for practice and cannot be used for other purposes. You are so brave, and my lawyer team is not jealous!"
Speaking of this, an idea flashed in Chen Jue's mind, and he couldn't help but laugh: "Don't you still want to copy my other works, and then accuse me of plagiarizing you again? Lin Nuo, can you please change your approach? If you don’t get tired of using it, I’m tired of seeing it!”
Lin Nuo quietly listened to the ridicule, took a deep breath, and said in a deep voice: ""Green Plum", the "Green Plum" you sold a year ago is now in my hands. There is a small farmhouse in the painting. …”
Chen Jue interrupted before he could finish, "I once got interested and went to a farmyard for vacation, and saw the picture painted on the green plum tree in the yard. What? My family is rich, but that doesn't stop me from thinking Go live in a farmhouse!"
"If there is no evidence, there is no evidence. Is it interesting to force this?"
Compared to Chen Jue, who was obviously a little impatient, Lin Nuo became more and more determined and calm. He even smiled good-naturedly after hearing this speech, "I haven't finished speaking yet, why are you anxious."
"Who told you to talk nonsense? Forget it, I'm too lazy to talk to you anymore." Chen Jue said, waving his hands and preparing to throw away the microphone and leave the stage. However, at this moment, the door of the recording hall was pushed open from the outside. open.
An angry shout came straight from the door, "Chen Jue, you little bastard, I have found you!"
This voice directly attracted the attention of everyone in the recording hall.
At first glance, everyone's eyes fell on the girl sitting in a wheelchair at the entrance of the hall.
The girl had short hair cut to the ears, with bangs covering her forehead. Her face was gloomy and pale, and her eyes were dark but lifeless. Only when she heard the name 'Chen Jue' did she feel a slight fluctuation.
The person pushing the wheelchair was a swarthy man with a height of 1.9 meters, but his hair was already gray. The deep Sichuan pattern between his eyebrows was even more profound when he looked at Chen Jue standing on the stage. He looked wide-eyed. I wish I could chew people up and eat them.
This time, there was no need for the staff to lead the way, so he strode in with his wheelchair. When he got to the stage, he let go of the wheelchair and stepped onto the stage. When Chen Jue was still stunned and the others didn't react, he just waved his fist. passed.
Qian Yaya was a little close this time, and even clearly felt the force of the fist. She was so frightened that she couldn't help but let out a soft "ah", and was pulled back by Su Yi to avoid being affected.
There was a muffled sound from the fist to the flesh, which was spread by the microphone. Everyone couldn't help but feel their teeth aching just listening to it.
Chen Jue, who was about to step down, burst out with a nosebleed.
"Calm down, calm down!" The host was really panicking now, "Mr., we are still recording the show. If you have any personal grudges with Mr. Chen, please let it go first. How about we wait to resolve it in private?”
The girl sitting quietly in the wheelchair in the audience also said softly: "Dad."
Few people in the messy recording hall could hear this sound clearly, but the angry and ferocious man on the stage suddenly changed his expression, and the fist he swung out stopped in mid-air, and finally changed to look at Chen. Jue pointed over and said fiercely: "You little bastard, wait for me."
Then he quickly changed his face, and raised a kind smile towards the girl sitting under the stage, "Hey, Yuanyuan, dad just saw this turtle grandson who was so angry that he couldn't hold it back for a moment."
The sound of 'Yuan Yuan' immediately reminded everyone of the Leng Yuan that Lin Nuo mentioned just now.
Seeing Leng Yuan again at this moment, the burly father wished he could kill Chen Jui on the stage, and suddenly imagined a lot of drama in his mind.
When Leng Yuan was carried to the stage in a wheelchair by Leng's father, and even the microphone was raised to her lips by Leng's father, everyone realized: Such a girl who didn't seem to have any flaws actually didn't even have a microphone. Lift up the law.
For a moment, the look in his eyes suddenly showed a lot of pity and sympathy.
Leng Yuan has long been accustomed to such gazes.
She looked up and saw Lin Nuo nodding towards her to indicate that she could talk. Then there was a slight fluctuation in her heart. She cleared her throat and said, "Hello everyone, I am Leng Yuan, the original author of "Green Plum", and I was also Chen Jue's girlfriend. ." At this point, she paused and laughed at herself, "However, the title of girlfriend came to me only when I found out that he actually had another purpose for being good to me, and I chose to jump off the building out of despair. Just what I thought."
"boom!"
There was an uproar in the hall.
The amount of information in these words is too much!
