Magic Brush Turns into a Stylus, Qin Fen Goes Blind

Qin Fen instantly became the focus of the venue. Everyone looked at him strangely, while the way they looked at Chen Qiang was practically the same as looking at an idiot. One painting might not prove much, but what about four? And he had produced them the moment they were mentioned; clearly, this had not been staged.

Since it had not been staged, combined with what Song Shaoqing and Fu Qiang had said, everyone was eighty percent convinced. This guy really had painted them that morning. Chen Qiang had not only bought the paintings like an idiot, but had also run into the very person who painted them.

"I don't believe it?" Chen Qiang was starting to waver, but experts were experts, after all.

"You don't believe it? That's not up to you. Go ahead and ask. The three of us each have one of those three paintings." Song Shaoqing started dropping bombs.

Chairman Zhou felt awkward. Damn it, why drag me into this? Wouldn't it have been enough for you to step up? But now that he had been mentioned, he had no choice but to speak, especially since Fu Qiang was already twisting the knife.

"You have to believe it. We watched him paint them this morning. He traded them for that ancient coin in your hand. Right, Old Zhou?" After saying that, Fu Qiang gave him a reminder. This was the moment for a desperate counterattack. Old Zhou, don't drop the ball. That ancient coin had to belong to Qin Fen today.

You're no good either. Chairman Zhou did not know whether to laugh or cry. They had completely dragged him into the mud, leaving him no chance to turn back. He could only force himself onward. "President Chen, sorry, but President Fu is right. We personally