Chapter 917: Happy New Year (Fifth Update)

ved at a high-end restaurant called "Xiù sè kě cān" (秀色可餐). As soon as we got out of the car, two beautiful women in cheongsams came up to us proactively."Boss, you're here"The boss My aunt is the bo...Today, I'm here to sell paintings. No one would have expected someone to do live ink painting on the spot, so the association didn't really prepare things like paper and brushes.

Seeing that the Chairman was serious, everyone craned their necks to see Ye Fan's joke.

At this moment, Ma Xiaobing was the most tormented person on the field. He didn't know whether to stay or leave. Thinking about the embarrassing scene that would unfold soon, he wished he could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

Someone quickly prepared the Four Treasures of the Study, which are simply a brush, ink, paper, and inkstone. These were essential items for scholars in ancient times, but now very few people still use them.

A half-grown boy held a giant pen holder in his hand. The pen holder was filled with all kinds of brushes, and rice paper had already been laid out on the table. Ink had even been ground for Ye Fan by someone else, all that was left was for Ye Fan to choose a brush, and everyone would get to see how he embarrass himself.

"Can he use a brush" someone suddenly blurted out, "This painting brush is different from the ones used for calligraphy. It's much larger! It takes a certain level of skill to wield such a big brush."

Ye Fan didn't care, he selected the largest brush in the pen holder. The brush handle was as thick as an arm. Ye Fan weighed the brush in his hand and felt its weight was just right.

This brush is actually similar to weapons from the cold weapon era. Just as a person's strength determines the weight of the weapon they wield, so too does it determine the size and weight of the brush used.

Generally speaking, paintings made with the largest brushes appear more domineering and possess a natural, inherent feel. However, this requires a significant amount of skill from the artist. If someone lacks a certain level of painting foundation, they wouldn't be able to effectively use such large brushes.

If a weapon is an inch short, it's an inch dangerous. Then with a paintbrush, if it's an inch larger, it's an inch harder.

When Ye Fan picked up the largest brush, outsiders didn't think much of it. But those in the know scoffed at him. Even Lao Mo snorted at Ye Fan, seemingly thinking that this kid was just a puffed-up fraud.

Ma Xiaobai was so ashamed that he didn't know what to do. He wondered if he should pretend not to know Ye Fan when they met again.

Ye Fan grasped the brush, his mind immediately entering a state of complete absorption. He deeply imprinted the image of the horse in his mind. After taking a deep breath, the large brush danced gracefully in his hand before he suddenly plunged its tip into the inkstone. With a rough turn of the brush, he lifted it upward, and a sharpened point sprang onto the paper.

Seeing this scene, Lao Mo's eyes narrowed. From Ye Fan's action of splashing ink, his domineering aura was evident.

As everyone knows, the amount of ink used when painting directly determines the glossiness of the colors in the finished artwork. Therefore, most people carefully control the amount of ink they apply, fearing that a careless mistake might result in too much ink on the brush, making it difficult to paint freely.

While Ye Fan was the opposite of ordinary people. His movements were grand and forceful, with an air of dominance, yet not a single drop of ink spilled. This could only mean that he had practiced countless times.

Could it be that this young man truly possesses some skill Mo Lao's gaze toward Ye Fan grew increasingly serious.

Everyone was stunned by the skill Ye Fan had just displayed. Before anyone could cheer, they saw Ye Fan gracefully wield the large brush on the paper, dancing like a dragon and phoenix. His eyes no longer glanced at the original painting, his movements flowing smoothly, completing the entire piece in one go.

By the time Ye Fan put down his pen, everyone was still lost in a daze. They were deeply shocked. The scene before them reminded them of Zhou Xingchi drawing while burning chicken wings in Tang Bohu Spots Autumn Fragrance. They couldn't believe that what they had seen on screen was happening right before their eyes. How could they not be astonished

"Brother, is this... is this something you drew" Ma Xiaobing's jaw nearly hit the floor as he stared at Ye Fan who was still drying the painting.

"Did you draw this" Ye Fan said angrily.

At that time, the female guest was also dumbfounded and asked Ye Fan: "But how is it so fast" From starting to ink to putting down the pen, Ye Fan only took two minutes. She had never heard of such a painting speed.

"This time it's slow, before I liked to draw this kind of simple pattern, usually it can be done in thirty seconds."

But

"That's it, now it's done." Fu Fan handed the already dry painting to the female guest.

The female guest's hands trembled slightly as she placed the painting next to the original one. Spreading them out, a scene that left everyone speechless unfolded before their eyes: two paintings, almost identical, appeared in front of them.

My goodness, is this a human painting Why are the two paintings so similar If it weren't for Ye Fan's painting, if the paper of the other one was new, then everyone really wouldn't be able to tell which one was the original.

Whether they were experts or amateurs, when they saw that Ye Fan's paintings were exactly the same as the originals, they couldn't help but gasp in awe. If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, they wouldn't believe that there was such a talented artist in the world.

Such technique, such drawing speed, even a world-class master wouldn't be able to do better, right

"I don't know your third question, but I think I've passed the previous two," Ye Fan smiled and asked the female guest.

The female guest seemed to have just come back to her senses, she looked at Mr. Mo for help with a helpless look on her face. Mr. Mo simply shook his head helplessly at her.

Others might not see much, but Mo Lao observed very carefully. This painting by Fan Ye, while possessing domineering energy, is also delicate in places. There are even some areas that weren't expressed in the original work, and compared to the original, it possesses a more refined aura.

Such an outstanding artistic talent, isn't that exactly what the association is currently lacking Lao Mo's eyes were fixed on Ye Fan, his heart secretly thinking: Today, no matter what the cost, he must keep this Fan Ye.

The female guest, after seeing Lao Mo nod, showed a hint of panic in her eyes. She truly hadn't expected that someone would actually be able to answer all three questions.

Although she was still a little unwilling, she nodded at Ye Fan, conceding her defeat.

Ye Fan smiled and stretched out his hand. At this moment, he felt that there were hundreds of eyes like knives shooting at him from all around, watching his every move with wide eyes.

Yefan saw the desperation in the female guest's eyes, looking as if she had made up her mind to die. Yefan thought to himself, "Am I that terrible"

As his hand neared the female guest's face, a sudden low growl erupted from the surrounding men. Ye Fan heard them each calling out the name of their heart's goddess.

Even Ma Xiaobing was screaming frantically for Mo Ziyan, his hawk eyes now filled with malice when they looked at Ye Fan.ed, and then punched the man in the abdomen. His strength was immense, everyone even heard a "bang," and then they saw the man being beaten so that his whole body arched backwards, with a sound of ret...