Jia Dedao had no choice but to stand up, cursing Yan Qi in his heart.
"This little brat is smart enough to know that with my identity and status, face is extremely important and I cannot favor Ding Song in public. He is very good at playing tricks."
Although Jia Dedao really didn't want to be used as a weapon by Yan Qi, he had to accept this 'hard job' in front of everyone, pretending to be a smile: "Thank you Mr. Yan for your love. My Yin is not a master, so I can't help but comment." Let’s do it.”
Ding Song was so happy when he saw that Judd was criticizing the masterpiece, he kept winking at Judd.
I thought happily in my heart: Yan Qi is so ignorant that he even wants Juade Dao to paint. Don’t you know that Juade Dao and I are the same?
Yan Qi is hitting the muzzle of the gun.
Jia Dedao felt even more contemptuous when he saw Ding Song's beaming expression.
——You are really a loser. You still expect me to favor you in front of everyone? This IQ is simply negative.
As a governor, can I do that kind of price reduction in public? Who do you think you are, worthy of my rank?
Jia Dedao cleared his throat and said: "Dean Ding's "Half Moon Picture", the six methods are integrated and flawless, the artistic conception is extraordinary, and there is a vague touch of immortality. Master Yan's "The Rising Sun Picture" pioneered hand painting, and the colors Brilliant, clearly layered, realistic and touching, it has truly entered the ranks of masters. Therefore, in my opinion, in this competition, Dean Ding and Yan Qi are tied, with no winner or loser."
Everyone nodded.
An Tian snorted: "Juddao finally wants to show his face."
Yan Qi chuckled: "He doesn't want to lose face, but Ding Song's worth is not worthy of his shamelessness."
Ha ha!
Di Renfeng suddenly laughed.
This time, Ding Song was miserable.
"What? A tie? Jia Fuyin, you... you... hey!"
Ding Song had a negative emotional intelligence, so he couldn't figure out what Juade was thinking. He looked at Juade with a grin on his face, his face full of grievances.
Now that it's a tie, doesn't that mean Yan Qi has a chance to pose a question?
What if, if I lose, isn’t it the end of the game?
Ding Song was sweating profusely and looked at Judd pitifully.
"It's true that the mud dam cannot hold up the wall."
Jia Dedao curled his lips, winked at Ding Song, pointed at the painting, and said meaningfully: "Dean Ding, do I remember you wrote a poem on it? Why didn't I see you write a poem on it?"
"Oh, yes, how could I...how could I forget."
Ding Song patted his thigh and finally found his savior. He waved his hands wildly: "Everyone, this painting is not finished yet. It is unfair and unfair to compare now."
"Not finished?"
Everyone was confused and looked at Ding Song's enthusiastic and excited face.
Yan Qi curled her lips: "Dean Ding, you're breathing heavily! Tell me, as the head of a hospital, you are so dishonest. Isn't it embarrassing?"
"This...I...I forgot..."
Ding Song hesitated: "There is an inscription on my painting. If you allow me to inscribe it first, then it will be called a perfect work."
Di Renfeng flatly denied: "No, you can't do it again."
An Tian also said confidently: "A fair competition, isn't it child's play?"
Juddao stood up again and said with a smile: "This competition is of great significance. Of course, you have to use all your strength and opportunism, which is not the right way."
"Dean Ding obviously has more wonderful knowledge and wants to show it to everyone. If Mr. Yan and others use the rules as an excuse to prevent Dean Ding from showing it, then even if they win, it will be based on the rules, not a real win. In terms of knowledge. What’s the point of such a victory? It’s just grandstanding.”
Di Renfeng and An Tian were speechless after being scolded by Jia Dedao.
This guy talks about integrity and selflessness, but he loves to play tricks and intrigues.
How shameless.
Yan Qi smiled calmly: "I think what Mr. Fu Yin said is very reasonable. It's a competition of knowledge, so you have to go all out. If I am afraid, then I am not Yan Qi."
"Okay, you're arrogant enough. Now, I'm going to make you walk around without food."
When Ding Song saw that Yan Qi had agreed, he became excited again. He picked up his pen and wrote an inscription on the "Half Moon Picture".
“The moon is full in the sky, half of the moon is on the ground, and half of the moon is full and half full.”
When everyone saw it, they were immediately shocked.
"What a couplet."
Di Renfeng was surprised and stunned: "One is in the sky, the other is underground, there is a full month and a half month, and the 'round' and the 'half' meet once every month. It's wonderful."
An Tian took a breath of air: "The most amazing thing is that this "Half Moon Picture" can be called a classic, and paired with this couplet, it really complements each other, it's a match made in heaven."
An Qing pursed her red lips and frowned: "It's difficult to do now. It's easy to paint alone, and it's relatively easy to make couplets alone. However, painting is the work of a master, and couplets are absolute, and painting and couplets are different. They are a perfect match, but this is difficult, even harder than reaching heaven."
An Qing also understood very well.
This was definitely not done by Ding Song.
Most likely, it was also done by that person.
Who else but that person could describe "Half Moon Picture" so aptly?
Ding Song was very proud. He pinched his waist and looked at Yan Qi, full of contempt: "I have a bad memory and forgot about the absolute in the question. Now, the absolute has been traced on the half-moon picture. Everyone, what do you think now?" "Half Moon" wins, or "The Rising Sun" is even better?
Everyone sighed and shook their heads secretly.
Wei Yi jumped out again: "Of course, Dean Ding's "Half Moon Picture" is even more powerful. The combination of wonderful paintings is absolutely perfect. This is a match made in heaven, a stroke of genius."
Mo Bufan was not willing to lag behind: "This is called a perfect match. Yan Qi, although your "The Rising Sun Picture" is wonderful, it is not a single thread, and it does not even have a sentence of "absolute". It is really worthless."
…
A group of people ridiculed Yan Qi.
Yan Qi said nothing.
Ding Song was particularly proud: "Yan Qi, you are talking. Are you admitting defeat? Are you admitting defeat? Or are you admitting defeat? Haha."
This guy laughed wildly, with a look of triumphant villain.
Yan Qi thought for a while, then frowned and said, "Dean Ding, aren't you just bringing up a pair? Why are you so anxious? Who doesn't know how to bring up a pair? Let me raise one too."
Ding Song laughed loudly: "Yan Qi, do you think this pair is mentioned casually? It must echo the painting and complement my pair. Otherwise, it will be in vain if you mention it."
"Then I won't bother you."
Yan Qi laughed loudly and said to An Qing: "Miss An Qing, my hands are full of dye and it is inconvenient to hold the pen. Please help me lift it up."
Yan Qi whispered to An Qing for a while.
An Qing's ears felt as soft as cotton, and the heat rushed in. Her body trembled slightly, and her skin turned red, as if she couldn't bear the teasing.
After hearing Yan Qi's absolute words, An Qing's beautiful eyes sparkled with excitement: "Brother Qi, you are truly a strange man in the world."
Yan Qi raised his head and said, "I have so many strange things. What does this mean?"
