Yet all under heaven bustle for profit, and all under heaven rush about for gain.
Who doesn't want something valuable?
Who was Ding Ling?
The Strongest Man on Earth!
A world-famous gourmet!
Even his signatures were valuable, let alone his other works. It was only natural that they would cause a sensation.
Besides that.
There were also people who genuinely liked Ding Ling and wanted to collect his works.
These people had no shortage of money. They simply liked Ding Ling and wanted to collect everything related to him.
But unfortunately.
Ding Ling had never given them the chance.
Now Ding Ling was going to give away his own work.
For these wealthy people, this was also an opportunity.
Before long.
Ding Ling sat to one side of the entrance to the Cosmos Entertainment Restaurant. In front of him were paintbrushes, drawing paper, an easel, and other supplies.
Ding Ling picked up a paintbrush and began painting on the paper.
He was painting Nan City.
Every stroke seemed to be accompanied by thunder.
An hour later.
A lifelike painting of tourists in Nan City's urban district burst into existence.
The painting was very long.
It was a full three to five meters long.
Not only were all kinds of scenery in Nan City's urban district rendered vividly.
Many tourists in Times Square had also been painted into it. Although they were small, each one seemed full of spirit and expression, as if they were about to walk out of the paper;
This single painting.
Was no less impressive than the Qingming Shanghe Tu.
And the entire process of creating the painting was broadcast live.
Chen Birou held up her phone and livestreamed from the side.
Zheng Jiahui and the others used professional photography equipment to capture various footage. As they