If Yunze hadn't been brought up by Luo Qingcen, everyone might have driven him off.
Everyone looked at Yunze with eyes full of contempt and disdain.
Luo Qingcen frowned when she saw this scene. She smiled faintly, took her self-portrait from the maid, and showed it to everyone.
She knew that people didn't believe it, so she told the truth.
"Everyone, this is the self-portrait Mr. Yun painted for me. If you think Mr. Yun's painting is good, you can ask him to paint it later. By the way... twenty-two pieces each."
As Luo Qingcen took out the self-portrait, his eyes lit up and were filled with astonishment.
It looks like...it's so similar, no one has ever seen such a portrait. The way everyone looked at Yunze suddenly became different.
Several women in particular had a look of excitement in their eyes.
Luo Qingcen ignored everyone's reactions. She said what she needed to say. As for whether others were willing to draw, she didn't care.
She brought Yunze on board the ship, not only because she wanted her companions to get self-portraits, but she also wanted to have a good relationship with Yunze.
After all, she would not be satisfied with a self-portrait.
She quickly arranged a place for Yunze, and then asked someone to put his easel in place. Then, the people she arranged to sign up began to come forward and draw.
Yunze ignored the reactions of others and started drawing for one of the women. Making money is the most important thing. He is not interested in participating in poetry gatherings held by others.
Among the more than thirty people on the opposite side, several women came over curiously and immediately took notice of the young man in the middle.
This man's face became a little ugly, especially when he saw Luo Qingcen busy with Yunze, and the jealousy in his eyes became a little stronger.
Zheng Ming, who also came up, looked at Yunze and his eyes were about to burst into flames. He couldn't understand why he couldn't even lick Luo Qingcen's harmonious whispers.
But Yunze just painted a picture and asked Luo Qingcen to do all the work for him. It was so irritating.
If he weren't afraid of Luo Qingcen's anger, he would have the urge to rush up and lift Yunze's easel.
Looking at the young master with the same ugly face, he walked over.
This person is Hou Dong, the most talented person in Danyang City. His family sells private salt, and he is also one of Luo Qingcen's suitors. In the entire Danyang City, he is famous and extremely popular.
Zheng Ming wanted to find the other party as an ally so that he could find an opportunity to rectify Yunze.
"Brother Hou, it's really irritating that this guy is so valued by Miss Luo. He is a playboy and a prodigal. Why..." Zheng Ming approached Hou Dong and provoked him.
"Hmph...he's just a idiot, why should I care about him..."
Hou Dong glanced at Zheng Ming lightly, knowing that this guy wanted to borrow a knife to kill someone, and he was not stupid enough to have trouble with Yunze in front of Luo Qingcen.
Hearing this, Zheng Ming opened his mouth and wanted to say something else, but when he saw Hou Dong looking at Yunze with murderous eyes, he smiled coldly.
In fact, he doesn't need to say much, Hou Dong will also look for opportunities to deal with Yunze. If you act too hastily, it will be bad.
At this time, after Luo Qingcen and others came aboard, the building boat started to move to the next pier.
However, as Yunze painted another good picture. The woman holding the portrait was full of surprise when she showed it off to everyone.
Suddenly, the few remaining people around Hou Dong could no longer suppress their curiosity and all moved closer. This time, Hou Dong and Zheng Ming's side seemed even more deserted.
This situation made Hou Dong and Zheng Ming tremble with anger, especially Hou Dong. He had always been the focus of the crowd, but today he was ignored and ignored. He was so angry.
What made him even more angry was that after seeing Yunze's paintings, almost all of the other people picked up from the pier came close to him.
There were nearly a hundred people, and nearly ninety people were on Yunze's side. Luo Qingcen seemed to have forgotten about the poetry meeting and watched Yunze painting with interest.
Yunze's painting speed is getting faster and faster, and the time is getting shorter and shorter. Almost an hour passed and everyone got on the boat. Yunze had already spent five and a half paintings.
Everyone present seemed to have forgotten that this was a poetry meeting, and the entire building became a special painting session for Yunze.
After Hou Dong finished the fifth painting in Yunze, he finally couldn't help but burst out and said in a cold voice:
"Miss Luo, and fellow members of the society, we are here to hold a poetry meeting today. Are you putting the cart before the horse a little by surrounding a painter?"
As soon as he said these words, everyone around him reacted. Most people looked a little embarrassed and embarrassed.
Although they also wanted Yunze to paint a self-portrait, they didn't know when it would be their turn.
After seeing the excitement, of course the main focus is the poetry meeting.
Luo Qingcen was also a little embarrassed. She nodded apologetically to Yunze, and then invited everyone to start a poetry meeting.
As the host of the poetry club and one of its founders, she was the first to speak out.
"Tonight's poetry meeting is themed spring. Everyone can write a poem each to add to the fun. We will then judge whose poem is the best... The reward for this poetry meeting is that the top poet will get a hundred taels of silver! Come on everyone... …”
The theme of the poetry meeting is nothing more than poetry evaluation. Then, add some color tips as appropriate. Although, this money is nothing to young ladies like them.
Being rewarded can be regarded as a kind of recognition of strength. The poetry meeting finally started with Luo Qingcen taking the lead.
Hou Dong and Zheng Ming looked at Yunze mockingly, with a sense of pride in their eyes.
Although Yunze's paintings were indeed amazing, but when it came to poetry, he was the one they pinned to the ground and rubbed.
Hou Dong's eyes lit up and he looked at Yunze with a trace of amusement and teasing on his lips.
He turned to Luo Qingcen and said: "Miss Luo, since Mr. Yun has also come to the poetry meeting, why not let him participate in our poetry writing competition. It is not good to not write poems after participating in the poetry meeting!"
As soon as he said these words, Luo Qingcen looked stunned. He looked at Hou Dong with a somewhat unhappy look.
She had already said that Yunze was just here to paint, and besides, Yunze was known as a loser. Even if he could paint, poetry was a more advanced skill, and Yunze probably couldn't do it.
Hou Dong asked Yunze to write poems. Isn't this an obvious attempt to make Yunze look embarrassed?
"Yes, it doesn't make sense to participate in a poetry meeting and not compose poems... Miss Luo, this Mr. Yun is not just a straw bag who can draw, right? If such a straw bag participates in our poetry meeting, it will bring down our poetry meeting." level..."
Zheng Ming on the side also said angrily at this time.
He doesn't know if he is a strawbag himself, but he calls others a strawbag, and he doesn't know where his face comes from.
Following his voice, several young men who were close to the two of them joined in. Of course, there were also several girls who had a crush on Hou Dong.
