Three days later, the National Art Exhibition.

"My little ancestor, have you never wanted to come to such a place? Why are you here?"

The manager whispered with his cell phone, his face full of worry.

Gu Jinwu had a black baseball cap on her head, a black tight body shirt, black overalls, and silver-white iron rings.

She stood on the second floor, took off her sunglasses, and looked at the exhibition where people came and went downstairs.

The one hanging in the most conspicuous position is the painting you drew.

There was a sneer on her face.

It's this painting, it's really ridiculous.

"Jiang Qi, did I tell you? My painting was lost." Her tongue touched the back of the teeth, and her smile became colder: "I see my painting now, and I want to take it back."

After saying that, she hung up the phone neatly.

The host walked up and held a microphone: "Let us welcome all the associations who held this art exhibition. In this art exhibition, we are committed to selecting excellent works that can highlight our country's culture and have profound paintings."

The host said, and the camera was given to a row of painters sitting below.

The first row is the selection, and they are basically directors of the National Art Association.

The second row is a very famous painter all over the country, but this year's paintings, Tang Ying undoubtedly appeared as a dark horse.

Her appearance even gave the camera a few more seconds to close up.

Tang Ying had long hair and sat in the middle wearing a golden dress.

Many people looked at her, and there were some envy or jealousy in her eyes, but she deserved to be the most dazzling existence where her eyes gather.

Manager Gu Jinwu sat in the third to last row. Seeing her so proud, she couldn't help but spit.

He turned his head arrogantly, and the more he thought about it, the more angry he became.

"Then, please ask Miss Tang Ying, the most powerful painter this year, to come on stage and tell us about her creative journey."

The host applauded, Tang Ying stood up, she covered her chest and bowed to everyone, and walked onto the stage slowly.

Many people below were talking in a low voice.

"Tang Ying became famous in one painting. She won the first prize in the province a few days ago. If the national competition hadn't ended, she would have gone to heaven."

"What? They have won numerous awards for a long time. You don't know that there is a manager company that wants to sign her."

"I have won numerous awards? Could it be that she is the legendary Qingwu?"

"Then there is still a fake? Many of Qingwu's fans have followed her and rewarded her almost ten million."

"Then this little girl is really winning, I'm convinced."

Who is Qingwu?

That is someone who can definitely crush a group of painters with his technology and structural sense of painting at the art exhibition.

Even many of the people here are famous young people and even respected old artists.

However, almost everyone has agreed that Qingwu is the leading position in the industry.

Not only because of her good skills, but also an important reason is that she is good at Chinese painting and is better at seeking profound artistic conception in ink painting.

Many people are curious about such a person. She only publishes a few paintings every year, but she can go to the auction house to sell at a high price.

No one knows his age, some people guess it is an old man in Crane, and some people guess it is a talented boy.

But I didn't expect that it would be such an ordinary-looking girl.

Tang Ying took the microphone and she smiled gently: "As everyone can see, this painting won some awards, but it is not the first time I have won the award."

"Maybe everyone knows the rumors now. Of course, my style cannot be covered up, so I was naturally found by the fans of the previous painting name."

"Today I can chat with you, and I will take this opportunity to tell you."

Tang Ying looked around and raised her chin proudly: "I am Qingwu...I'm back."

After three seconds of silence in the audience, there was a thunderous applause.

Many people were disappointed in their eyes, but more people were holding banners not far away and shouting at Qingwu.

Tang Ying waved to them.
Chapter completed!