A "slam" sound!

The conference room was knocked away, and a group of reporters carrying long guns and short cannons broke in.

In fact, there were already a few reporters at the beginning of this art competition, but there were fewer people at that time, so they didn't attract much attention.

When the matter started, there were staff from the Artists Association who politely invited the reporters to leave the venue.

The name says that the venue is not in good order and is afraid of causing unnecessary trouble.

However, none of these journalists have a keen sense of smell. Of course, they will not believe the artists association and will not give up.

However, there were not many people just now, and there were quite a few people watching them. The enemy was large and we were small, so they could only hold on for the time being.

In fact, these reporters have long contacted their colleagues and colleagues through various means, saying that there is big news here and asked them to come and support them.

Just as Wu Xiaotian and Yuan Hong were having arguing, the reporters' reinforcements arrived quickly. After gathering the strength of the crowd, they broke through the defense line of the staff of the artists' association and rushed into the conference room.

"Look, that's Yuan Hong, the president of the Artists Association. Let's go and interview him!"

"No, I'm right, I'm not wrong. I actually saw Wu Xiaotian!"

"Oh my God, Wu Xiaotian is really here, what is he doing?"

"Oh, I understand. It must be that his daughter Beibei has also participated in the competition, so they came here."

"Well, you can see the form inside, it doesn't seem right, it feels like confrontation."

"Hey, what do you care about so much? Go and interview quickly."

The journalists came in, and after a brief moment of daze, they all chose the interview target and rushed over.

"Hello, President Yuan, what's going on today?"

"President Yuan, are you in a conflict? Is it suitable for Mr. Wu Xiaotian?"

"Mr. Wu, why did you come to the Artists Association Building today? We all know that you had a conflict with the Hujiang Artists Association not long ago. Are you here this time to show friendship or find fault?"

"Mr. Wu, I am a reporter from Hujiang Daily. Can you tell us what's going on here?"

...

Of course, when Wu Xiaotian, Yuan Hong and other major figures were surrounded by reporters, the parents of the children also came to him.

They didn't have so much concern. When they saw the reporters coming to interview, they were even more happy and excited to catch them and talked endlessly, explaining everything and everything they had just made clear.

The reporters were immediately excited, and someone asked: "You mean you think the evaluation of this Hujiang Children's Art Competition is unfair. Do you have any evidence?"

"evidence?"

A parent grabbed the hand of the young female reporter and rushed to the exhibition room, pointed to the second prize of the "Running Horse" and said, "Look, what does this look like?"

The female reporter looked left and right, and finally said in embarrassment: "Pig, it should be a pig!"

The parent chuckled and said, "Wrong, this is a horse!"

The female reporter suddenly felt that her IQ was insulted, and blushed and said, "No, how is this horse?"

The parents spread their hands and said helplessly: "I don't believe it either, but this is the second prize-winning work, the "Running Horse". We parents protested, and President Yuan said we don't understand art."

The female reporter widened her eyes in disbelief. Without saying a word, she directly contacted a famous painter in the capital on the spot. After a simple greeting, the female reporter asked: "Teacher Gu, what do you think of this painting? Is this horse painted OK?"

Teacher Gu said dissatisfiedly: "This horse? You journalists like to tease people. Although I am old, I don't even have to tell the difference between mother and pig!"

The female reporter said aggrievedly: "But this painting is a horse, and it has won an award?"

Teacher Gu on the other side suddenly became angry and asked, "Who commented? Isn't this lies with open eyes?"

...

Such things are still going on elsewhere. Many reporters consulted several other painters who didn't know the truth about the matter, and they all told the truth.

In this way, the truth of the matter will be revealed soon.

The entire artist association building was in chaos!

In the conference room, Yuan Hong, Tong Sheng and other senior executives of several associations were still working hard to explain to the reporters.

However, soon several staff members pulled them away, arrived at a place, and started chattering.

"No, President, President Tong, are all in a mess now!"

"Yes, many reporters found other painters to comment on the award-winning works we evaluated, and the results were all contrary to our evaluation results. People said these works were worthless."

"Yes, Teacher Gu also said that our evaluation is simply a shame in the art world!"

"In this way, our association will be over!"

"What should I do now? Things are getting bigger. If the association headquarters has any objections to us, it will be broken!"

The game was ruined and the reputation was gone.

In just a few days, the entire Hujiang Artists Association was upset by Wu Xiaotian.

"By the way, what's the picture you've evaluated?"

Yuan Hong asked when he heard other painters' comments.

Several people involved had their eyes flashed and said cowardly: "It's okay, how good can the children's paintings be??"

Yuan Hong heard that there must be something wrong with this, otherwise why did these people do this? And Mr. Gu is a master in the art world and even said the word "sham" for a reason.

He said: "What about the award-winning work? Let's go and have a look!"

"No, no!"

Tong Sheng hurriedly grabbed Yuan Hong and said, "President, President, there are reporters everywhere now, so you can't run around. We have photos of these paintings here!"

"Show me!" Yuan Hong said hurriedly.

Tong Sheng took out his cell phone with a reluctant face, opened the album, opened it and said, "Actually, the work is average, but you just said that we want artistic conception, aren't we?"

Average? Artistic conception?

When Yuan Hong saw the painting, a mouthful of old blood was already spurting out.

What a bad painting?

Wait, it’s obviously a pig running, but it’s called “The Horse of Mercedes-Benz”? Or the second prize?

Not to mention the parents who came to participate in the competition today, if it were me, I would not agree!

If you operate in secret, can't you make it a little more realistic?

This tama is obviously cheating people!

Yuan Hong's heart was bleeding.

He understood that he had been cheated in today's matter.

At this time, Wu Xiaotian also came here under the siege of a group of reporters.

Tong Sheng stared at Wu Xiaotian with hatred. It was because of this person that what happened today was so uncontrollable.

Otherwise, because of him, this matter would have ended long ago, and even if parents protested that they were not satisfied with the results of the competition, it would not cause too much trouble.

Wu Xiaotian looked at him with a smile and said, "Okay, that's all for today. I think you should explain to the news media well for the rest of the time."

Tong Sheng said: "What are the grudges and grudges we have with you? You just stare at our Hujiang Artists Association like this? It's too much!"

“Excessive?”

Wu Xiaotian said: "If I'm too much, then what is your unscrupulous secret operation?"

"you……"

Tong Sheng's face turned red and he explained toughly: "We are a fair evaluation. There is no secret operation. Don't you swear at others?"

Wu Xiaotian smiled coldly and said, "Fair? Do you know it in your heart if it is fair?"

"I……"

Yuan Hong waved his hand, stopped Tong Sheng's intention to speak, and said, "Okay, President Tong, this matter has reached this point, and nothing to say is useless!"

He looked at Wu Xiaotian with a complicated expression, as if he understood a lot of things. He said sincerely: "Mr. Wu, I will give everyone an explanation for this matter this time. Thank you, really! Although it may be a bit late for me to say this now, China still needs more artists like you!"

"President, what are you doing?"

"That's right, why are you still thanking this person?"

"Let's just take it with him to see how he can do our Artists Association? Can we eat us? Can we still let the Artists Association be dissolved?"

"Well, don't be afraid of him!"

Tong Sheng and the people with him were anxious.

Wu Xiaotian also looked at Yuan Hong for some reason, and he didn't understand what he meant.

However, he still said, "Okay, then I'll wait for President Yuan's explanation!" (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!