At two o'clock in the afternoon, a piece of white paper that was five meters long and three meters wide was set up on the booth of the Sino-French Exchange Exhibition.

Several staff members put buckets of ink on the stage, and soft music rang out from the radio.

People slowly began to gather in the audience, and Jiang Xueqiong led the company's people to maintain order on the scene.

Bai Xiaohe was arranged in the first row, next to her was Huang Zhenhua.

"What should Lao Zhou draw in such a big battle?" Huang Zhenhua couldn't help but ask Bai Xiaohe when he saw that there were more and more people around him.

"I don't know either, he didn't reveal it at all." Bai Xiaohe looked around, but didn't see Wang Gang's figure, but saw Huang Yimei in front.

Thinking of what Huang Yimei said in the lounge, Bai Xiaohe showed a hint of sadness on her face.

At this time, Jiang Xueqiong took the microphone to the stage, and the surroundings suddenly became quiet.

"Next, we invite Zhou Shihui, an internationally renowned painter and winner of the French Art Award, to bring you live painting performances."

When the lights around dim, the searchlights gathered on the booth. Wang Gang was wearing a white jacket, revealing a pair of clearly muscled arms, and slowly walked onto the stage.

Huang Zhenhua said in confusion: "Why did Lao Zhou dress like this? Isn't it a performance and painting?"

Bai Xiaohe looked at the buckets of ink on the stage, thinking about something!

After Wang Gang came on stage, he did not speak, but just clasped his fists at the audience, and then blinked at Bai Xiaohe.

Bai Xiaohe smiled slightly and threw all her worries behind her.

Wang Gang closed his fist and turned around, and then did something that shocked everyone.

He bent down and raised a bucket of ink, swung his arm, and sprinkled all the ink onto the white paper.

Hurry!

When the white paper dyed ink, Wang Gang threw the ink bucket and didn't take a paintbrush, and directly patted it on the paper with his hands.

Many people wonder what Wang Gang is doing? Instead of painting, he is more like punching. Every punch and every kick is full of power, hitting the flower paper, turning the original ink balls open.

Huang Zhenhua quickly saw something and shouted in surprise: "Is that a mountain?"

"In addition to mountains, there are trees? There are clouds!"

Wang Gang seemed to be afraid of hitting it casually, and beat the ink on the white paper away. In fact, every step he took had a profound meaning. Gradually, a magnificent painting was presented to everyone.

"That's Jiayuguan, the Great Wall?" Bai Xiaohe finally saw what Wang Gang was painting!

The Jiayuguan Great Wall is known as the most powerful pass in the world. It is surrounded by mountains and rivers and guards the canyon area about fifteen kilometers wide from north to south. The Yalai Valley in the south of the canyon also forms a natural barrier for pass protection.

Wang Gang used hand-painting to slowly outline the world's most powerful pass. The majestic style of painting infects everyone, and the people on the scene dared not breathe.

"When will Lao Zhou get this move?" Huang Zhenhua said in a mysterious voice.

"In fact, it is not difficult to draw by hand, and the skills are not gorgeous, but there are not many infectious painters like David in the world." Jiang Xueqiong walked to Bai Xiaohe at some point and said:

"David is really a genius!"

When Bai Xiaohe heard Jiang Xueqiong's words, she was first happy, and then unconsciously looked at Huang Yimei.

At this time, Huang Yimei was motionless and stared at the figure on the stage with all her concentration. Even if Zhuang Guodong next to her shouted, she would not be aware of anything.

At this moment, in Huang Yimei's eyes, the king on the stage seemed to be glowing, and his original ordinary appearance became majestic and extraordinary against the backdrop of the light.

Bai Xiaohe's heart sank when she saw Huang Yimei's eyes.

Wang Gang's painting speed was very fast, and he completed a majestic and profound masterpiece in just 20 minutes. Thunderous applause sounded, and Huang Yimei's excited hands were red.

Jiang Xueqiong walked onto the stage again, holding the microphone and said, "Thank you to painter Zhou for bringing us the picture of the grand gate. This painting has been approved by the painter himself and will be auctioned publicly. All the proceeds will be donated to UNICEF!"

Wang Gang bowed to the audience again, then slowly walked down the booth and handed everything to Jiang Xueqiong.

He now needs to clean up his ink and he needs to be there after the auction. Then he will have nothing to do with him and can take Bai Xiaohe away.

Wang Gang went to take a cold shower, washed the ink all over his body, then walked out of the bathroom with his shirtless, put on shorts.

"Master, you are so awesome."

Huang Yimei rushed up excitedly and hugged Wang Gang.

Wang Gang was stunned, especially when he saw Bai Xiaohe following behind.

Huang Yimei hugged Wang Gang's neck tightly and jumped around, very excited.

Wang Gang was embarrassed and pushed Huang Yimei away with force, then said to Bai Xiaohe: "When did you come?"

Huang Yimei ignored Bai Xiaohe and said with a suit: "Mr. Jiang asked me to bring you a suit, and you will be given a formal suit later in the auction."

Bai Xiaohe said gently: "I'll come and see you."

Wang Gang took the suit and said to Huang Yimei: "You go out first! I want to change my clothes."

Huang Yimei didn't want to leave, so she said to Wang Gang: "Master, I want to tell you about the auction process."

Wang Gang discovered that although Bai Xiaohe still had a smile on her face, she had already started to resent. He quickly said to Huang Yimei: "You go and do your business first, I'll find you later."

Huang Yimei's smile froze, glanced at Bai Xiaohe, feeling quite complaining, but she still left obediently.

But when she left, she glared at Bai Xiaohe provocatively.

Because Huang Yimei's back was facing Wang Gang, he did not see Huang Yimei's small movements.

After Huang Yimei left, Wang Gang pulled Bai Xiaohe to his side.

"Put your clothes first." Bai Xiaohe's face felt a little hot when she saw Wang Gang's eight-pack abdominal muscles.

Wang Gang laughed and said, "Do you want to touch it?"

Bai Xiaohe turned around and said, "I won't touch it."

Wang Gang laughed and stopped teasing Bai Xiaohe, put on his shirt.

"How did I draw it just now?" Wang Gang said while putting on his clothes.

"You use your hands to paint. Although the paintings are a bit rough, their majestic momentum is very contagious." Bai Xiaohe said truthfully: "You are really talented in painting."

"Actually, the painting just now was a show. In order to create topics for the exchange exhibition, according to an artistic perspective, it is an improvised work and cannot be considered a masterpiece." Wang Gang shook his head and said.

"You have too high requirements." Bai Xiaohe said: "In my opinion, the painting is already very good, but I am a science student and have low artistic attainments, so I can't compare to you artists."

Wang Gang heard a hint of resentment and said in confusion: "What's wrong?"

Bai Xiaohe sighed and said, "Some people say that I am a science student and I don't understand your art. I'm not worthy of you."

"Uh?" Wang Gang said in surprise: "Who said it? Huang Zhenhua? He is just jealous of us."

Bai Xiaohe said: "It's not Huang Zhenhua, it's Huang Yimei."

Wang Gang was stunned and his face slowly calmed down.

"She likes you." Bai Xiaohe said confidently.

"I..." Wang Gang wanted to explain, but Bai Xiaohe stopped him.
Chapter completed!