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Volume 3: County Famous 751 Whose Works

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    At this moment, a hand patted him gently, and Wang Baoyu turned around and saw Wang Linlin sitting on the edge of the sofa, looking at him with a smile, and handing over a drink.

    "Linlin, go ahead and play! Big brother is sleepy." Wang Baoyu took it with a slight smile, but even he felt that the smile was forced.

    "Are you upset? Brother, after some people get something, they may feel that it is ordinary." Wang Linlin said seriously.

    "Little brat, what do you know?" Wang Baoyu chuckled and couldn't help but scrape her delicate nose lovingly.  But in my heart, I felt that there was some truth in what Wang Linlin said.

    "You are the big brother!" Wang Linlin smiled and rushed over. She scratched Wang Baoyu's body left and right with her two small hands. It was so itchy that Wang Baoyu repeatedly begged for mercy before she stopped.  Wang Linlin seemed to have had enough trouble. She lay on Wang Baoyu's chest and gasped to rest. Wang Baoyu couldn't help but pat Wang Linlin's back gently. Somehow, she always had a special affection for Wang Linlin and was even willing to protect her.

    The two chatted for a while. Wang Linlin rubbed her red eyes and continued to stay up late surfing the Internet. Wang Baoyu also fell asleep on the sofa.

    At eight o'clock the next morning, the two of them left the Internet cafe and had breakfast nearby. Wang Linlin's eyes were dull and she yawned profusely. She said she wanted to go home and sleep. Wang Baoyu wanted to see her off, but she was rejected.

    Wang Linlin took a taxi and left, while Wang Baoyu drove back to the Municipal Party School. There were many good cars parked outside the main building. Wang Baoyu searched for a long time before finally finding an empty seat and stopped the car.

    Entering the hall, it was already overcrowded, including many media reporters carrying long guns and short guns. The opening ceremony of the Party Building Art Exchange PEN Conference was about to be held.

    Wang Baoyu squeezed into the crowd and saw Yang Hongjun and a group of old artists, all wearing red flowers and standing on the stage, forming a fan shape. Standing in the middle were several middle-aged men in suits, with straight waists and calm expressions.  , it turned out to be the city leaders who came to the opening ceremony.

    "Child, where have you been? You haven't seen a trace all night." Li Keren saw Wang Baoyu, squeezed over and said dissatisfied.

    "Why are you knocking on my door if you don't sleep well?" Wang Baoyu asked with his eyes raised.

    "I don't know why, but I don't care about you!" Li Keren said in shame.

    "I met a friend last night and chatted all night while drinking." Wang Baoyu said casually.

    "Now I'm not honest at all. I don't smell of alcohol. It's obvious that I didn't drink." Li Keren sniffed and said in disbelief.

    At this time, the microphone on the stage rang. The host first announced the list of leaders and artists attending the meeting. There were two deputy secretaries of the municipal party committee, a deputy mayor and the principal of the party school. There were more than 20 artists, almost all of whom had associations.  position.

    "Sister, why don't you have your name?" Wang Baoyu laughed.

    "I don't care about it! My child, I came here just to have fun, understand?" Li Keren said unhappily.

    "I don't understand. Wang Baoyu shook his head honestly. If he was just joining in the fun, why would he use two broken paintings?

    Li Keren muttered in a low voice, common people!  Then he scanned the podium boredly.

    ?? Next came the leaders¡¯ speeches and the artist representatives¡¯ speeches, which were all cliche and boring. The opening ceremony was finally over. Next, it was time to go to the adjacent exhibition room to watch the works displayed by the artists.

    Of course the leaders walked in front, followed by the artists, and the rest of the people followed. The exhibition room was very large, and it was already filled with various calligraphy and paintings, including two by Yang Hongjun. The ink marks on them were new and very special.  Like I wrote this morning.

    Next to Yang Hongjun¡¯s calligraphy, there are actually two works brought by Li Keren. Wang Baoyu laughed and said: ¡°Sister Keren, you must have borrowed the light of Uncle Yang!¡±

    "Go aside, if it wasn't for Uncle Yang's sake, I would never show the painting." Li Keren denied it flatly.

    Wang Baoyu chuckled and asked in disbelief: "Sister, why don't you hang up in the Horn Glacier? I'm afraid there are not many calligraphers here who can surpass Uncle Yang. Don't you want to become famous through others?"  "

    Li Keren stretched out his hand and poked Wang Baoyu hard on the forehead, and said angrily: "Child, I think you have been in society for too long, and your mind has grown crooked! You have not realized the strength of the eldest sister, and the eldest sister is too lazy to be famous.  , otherwise it will be Uncle Yang who takes advantage of me now!"

    There was a leader in front of him. Wang Baoyu tried his best to hold back his laughter. He gave a thumbs up and said with a smile: "You are awesome!" Li Keren rolled his eyes and ignored Wang Baoyu.

    The leaders just walked by and pretended to take a look. Whether they really understood or pretended to understand was unclear.? Got it.  As soon as the leaders left, the media reporters followed suit. There were a lot fewer people and the scene immediately became quiet.

    ??The old artists happily walked in the exhibition room, waiting for the praise and praise of the visitors.  There are indeed some people who, after viewing the works, seek autographs from the old artists or take photos for them to keep. Occasionally, some people ask about the price of the works.

    At this moment, an old man with white hair and wrinkles came in shakily, supported by two people.  When the old artists saw this person, they hurriedly greeted him. Wang Baoyu guessed that he was a big shot and quickly asked Li Keren: "Sister, do you know him?"

    "He should be the old president of the Artists Association many years ago. His name is Li Shaofeng. He is one of the most famous painters in China. His paintings are hard to come by. It is said that one square foot costs more than 10,000 yuan, which is not easy to buy."  Li Keren said.

    Wang Baoyu nodded and expressed his admiration. Li Keren was indeed engaged in art and understood these things very clearly.  But he didn't hesitate to ask: "Sister, he is so old and can't even walk steadily. Can he tell the difference?"

    Li Keren said affirmatively: "Of course you can, you don't understand the art industry. The older you get, the more valuable you are!"

    Li Shaofeng smiled and waved his hands gently to greet these old artists. With the help of his left and right, he walked slowly in the exhibition hall, admiring the works. For some works, his expression was calm, while for others, he shook his head and sighed.  Some simply brushed it off, and in the best case it was just a slight nod.

    After a long time, Li Shaofeng's face began to be full of disappointment, as if none of the works here could truly satisfy him.  When he slowly walked to where Wang Baoyu and Li Keren were standing and caught a glimpse of the two paintings hanging on the wall, his eyes suddenly lit up and he walked over trembling slightly. He examined the paintings carefully for a long time. Suddenly,  He turned around and asked excitedly: "Whose work is this?"
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