Damn it!
I didn't expect that Yan Qi would be so vicious, it would cost me my life.
Ding Song's eyes darkened.
At that moment, he fell down dizzy.
Fortunately, there were two sycophants, Wei Yi and Mo Bufan, supporting him. Otherwise, this guy would have fallen upside down and suffered a concussion.
Jia Dedao looked at Ding Song, a spiteful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
This game is getting more and more fun.
Ding Song calmed down for a long time and finally recovered from his dizziness.
He scratched his head vigorously and said nothing.
Yan Qi looked at Ding Song's troubled expression and knew that he had guessed correctly.
This painting was definitely not painted by Ding Song himself. Someone must have done it for him.
However, Ding Song is also very powerful, and it is strange that he can find a powerful person to ghostwrite for him.
Yan Qi looked at Ding Song and smiled meaningfully: "Dean Ding, why did you faint? Are you frightened by my question?"
"Ah? No, no, how could you be scared? I am the head of the hospital. What kind of situation have I never seen before? How can I have stage fright?"
Ding Song shook his head vigorously, feeling miserable in his heart, but he made an excuse: "I'm hot and my head is a little dizzy."
Yan Qi chuckled: "It's very cool in the hall, but Dean Ding finds it too hot. How strange is it? Dean Ding, are you feeling angry?"
"Yes, I am angry. Oh, no, I am not angry. There is no anger anywhere. Yan Qi, you don't care whether I am angry or not."
Ding Song's mind was confused, his words were incoherent, and he didn't know how to deal with Yan Qi.
Everyone looked at Ding Song's chaotic thinking and felt a little strange: Ding Song was fine just now, but why did he worry about gain and loss after Yan Qi asked him to draw another "Half Moon Picture", as if he was in a daze? ?
Yan Qi walked up to Ding Song: "Since you are not angry, just answer my question and draw another "Half Moon Picture" in front of everyone."
Ding Song's heart skipped a beat and he quickly made an excuse: "My hand is injured and it hurts a lot. I'm afraid I won't be able to draw. Otherwise, I can draw another "Half Moon Picture" in minutes."
Yan Qi directly exposed Ding Song's lies, pointed to the absolute picture on the "Half Moon Picture", and asked with a smile: "Just now, Dean Ding's pen was flying like flying, his calligraphy was elegant, and I didn't see your fingers hurt. Why did it take so long?" , your finger was injured? No one hurt you in front of everyone, tell me, how did you get injured?"
"I……"
Ding Song's face turned red and his ears turned red, and he was speechless.
I cried out bitterly in my heart: Yes, why did I forget that I wrote the inscription on the "Half Moon Picture" just now!
Isn’t this asking for trouble?
Yan Qi further pressed Ding Song: "I also brought the doctor with me, do you want to check you out?"
"Ah, no, thank you Mr. Yan, you really don't need to check me."
Ding Song was particularly afraid of being exposed in public, which would be embarrassing, so he prevaricated: "Hey, my fingers were sore just now, but now they are better. It's really strange."
Yan Qidao: "Now that it's ready, let's ask Dean Ding to draw the "Half Moon Picture" on the spot. Everyone will wait and see."
"this……"
Ding Song looked particularly embarrassed and couldn't help but look back at Juade, wanting to ask Juade for help.
If Judd is willing to help, he might be able to get through this level.
It's a pity that Judd didn't raise his eyebrows or open his eyes. He sat there calmly drinking tea, looking very intoxicated.
Why!
Ding Song was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot, so he could only continue to make excuses: "Master Yan, that...that..."
He now feels guilty and calls Yan Qi Shi Mr. Yan instead. He looks very respectful, like a mouse meeting a cat.
Yan Qi chuckled: "Don't call me Young Master Yan. I can't bear it. As for me, I'm just a humble servant with no education. You'd better call me Yan Qi."
Ding Song had just belittled Yan Qi as a humble servant. Now, being slapped in the face by Yan Qi in public felt particularly painful.
"That...that..."
"Dean Ding, when did you become a stutterer?"
Ding Song stammered for a long time and finally smiled: "Master Yan, we are all cultural people and artists. You also understand that painting requires inspiration. Without inspiration, how can you make famous paintings?"
Yan Qi chuckled: "You are a cultural person, you are an artist, I am not, I am just an ordinary person. Also, what exactly do you want to say, can you finish it in one breath? As the head of a hospital, can you not even say it in one go? Can’t you understand what you say? If your words don’t convey your meaning, how can you behave appropriately?”
Come on, come on!
Ding Song was like a wounded chicken, huddled in the corner, feeling very broken inside. He could only say shamelessly: "Painting requires inspiration, especially a high-end famous painting like "Half Moon Picture", but also artistic conception. I have no inspiration now. Without artistic conception, you can't draw "Half Moon Picture"."
How could Yan Qi let Ding Song go and settle for the next best thing: "This makes sense."
Ding Song was delighted: "Young Master Yan also thinks it makes sense, right? So..."
Yan Qi said loudly: "So, I don't ask you to draw something as perfect as "Half Moon Picture", you only need to draw five points of the artistic conception of "Half Moon Picture"."
"Ah? Five points of artistic conception?" Ding Song looked embarrassed.
Yan Qi smiled: "That's right, didn't you say you have no inspiration? I'm not a pushy person, so I understand. Now I'm lowering my requirements and asking you to only draw half of the artistic conception of "Half Moon Picture", you will win. , how about it? Do you still have any opinions? "
Ding Song was about to be driven crazy.
This "Half Moon Picture" is perfect, and even half of its artistic conception is unattainable, even unattainable.
Yan Qi stared at Ding Song and teased: "Why do you look so sad? I just asked you to redraw "Half Moon Picture", is it so difficult? This is your own work? You have to get five points Isn’t it easy to grasp the artistic conception? Why are you still hesitating?”
Ding Song scratched his head anxiously. It was slightly cool in the hall, but he was sweating profusely, as if he had been soaked in a steamer, burning from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.
"Master Yan, I...I..."
"What are you?"
Yan Qi sneered: "Well, let me lower the requirements a little bit. You don't have to reach five points of the artistic conception of "Half Moon Picture", you only need to reach three points of the artistic conception. Is there a problem with this? Such a simple request, you Isn’t it possible?”
Ding Song didn't expect Yan Qi to retreat again and again.
In fact, Ding Song hated Yan Qi to death.
For Yan Qi, it seemed that he was retreating again and again, looking considerate, but for Ding Song, each strike was sharper than the last.
It is reasonable to say that he cannot paint a very artistic conception.
He couldn't draw a five-point artistic conception, but he could barely describe it, although it was embarrassing.
However, now that the artistic conception has dropped to three points, it has reached an extremely low level. If you still refuse to draw it, then there is a big problem.
Ding Song closed his mouth tightly, not daring to speak.
Yan Qi sneered: "Dean Ding, if you can't even draw three-thirds of the artistic conception, then I might as well say it bluntly, this "Half Moon Picture" is not your work at all. This "Half Moon Picture" is It was done by someone else’s ghostwriting.”
These words were like a heavy hammer hitting Ding Song on the head.
Buzz.
The sky is about to fall.
