Chapter 59

Shi Fei's participation in the literature society competition soon spread out through the shaking fish live broadcast, and more and more people poured into the live room of the two anchors.

Wu Ziqiang has also received news that he has been very decadent recently.

Since the incident that he tried to buckle Shi Fei to Mr. J, it turned out that all he had done was to boost his popularity for Shi Fei. He was so angry that his hypertension was about to come out.

This has made him a laughing stock in the industry.

What's more, the top management is very disappointed with his successive blunders, and they gradually lose confidence in him.

Half a month later, the company wants to invest in a new talent show, but this time it sent someone else. In the past, all the new recruits who signed up for the draft had sent him.

It's obviously cutting his power.

However, Wu Ziqiang has nothing to do now. He is sitting in the office with his legs on the table and smoking a cigarette in his hand to relieve his boredom.

The big back hair that was combed in the past two days is also casual.

The assistant suddenly burst in and said excitedly, "director Wu, good news, Shifei is going to have bad luck."

Wu Ziqiang raised his eyebrows and lowered his leg, "what's the situation?"

The assistant happily showed him the live broadcast on his mobile phone and said, "just 20 minutes ago, there was a host named" ZHELANG Fairy "who was broadcasting the competition between zuijiang literature society and xianmeng literature society."

Wu Ziqiang looked at the screen for a while. It happened that there was no time to fly. He looked up and asked, "what's the matter with me?"

The assistant pointed to the screen and said, "Shi Fei is in it. He represents the students of leisure dream literature society and zuijiang literature society to draw pictures." At this time, the picture turns to Shi Fei. He is sitting in the crowd in his black sweater.

Wu Ziqiang picked up the document on the table and knocked on the assistant's head, "are you specially angry with me? Remind me what I did before, didn't you? "

When it comes to Shi Fei's painting, Wu Ziqiang will think of himself as a "Mr. J" and try to get rid of it. As a result, the other party is really. All the money he spent in the early stage is all adding fuel to the flames and helping Shi Fei get more popular.

If it wasn't for myself, when a talent show was still on the way out, where would the popularity grow so fast, it would be almost quasi first-line traffic. Every time he thought of it, he would get angry and die.

"Chief inspector, listen to me first. This leisure dream literature society has always been promoting Chinese literature. They have been teaching students Chinese painting. Shifei represents that leisure dream literature society can only draw Chinese painting." The assistant took care of his head and quickly explained.

Wu Ziqiang obviously hasn't responded. His assistant quickly turns up his previous paintings and says, "all of Mr. J's public paintings are western paintings, and none of them are Chinese paintings."

Wu Ziqiang: "what do you mean?"

"I guess boldly that Shi Fei can't draw Chinese paintings," the assistant said Then he found out the live broadcast content recorded by netizens online and said, "director Wu, you see, Xue Wei originally said that the two sides calculated the total score together. As a result, she added one item temporarily after xianmeng Literature Society picked out the candidates for the competition. She could only draw the types promoted by her own literature society. Don't you see that Tang Xiangyang and Wang Pingyang were black at that time. You see, Shi Fei's face changed after hearing this. Obviously, all this was beyond their expectation. If Shi Fei could draw Chinese paintings, could he still use such an expression? "

Wu Ziqiang's brain quickly thought: "the leisure dream literature society is well-known in China, but it is also famous abroad. This competition between Chinese and Western culture, in fact, to a certain extent, the leisure dream literature society represents the traditional Chinese literature. If the leisure dream literature society loses because of the time flying, the netizens will definitely count the account to Shifei. "

The assistant nodded, "that's right."

Wu Ziqiang's happy corners of his mouth began to smile. At this time, the smoke burned to the end and his fingers were burned. Wu Ziqiang exclaimed, and then he quickly put out the cigarette. He had a smile on his face, and felt no pain.

"At this time, if I buy the guidance of the water army and make things big, the responsibility for losing will be on Shi Fei. He is likely to lose a lot of fame. Mr. J will be defeated by Mr. J." Wu Ziqiang said excitedly.

When he picked up his mobile phone, he wanted to quickly contact those marketing numbers with good relations. Half way through the call, Wu Ziqiang stopped, looked at his assistant and asked, "do you think Shifei can draw Chinese paintings?"

Assistant: "I don't think so. I've never painted it in public. If you look at the expression of Tang Xiangyang and Wang Pingyang and his own expression, I don't think so."

Wu Ziqiang put down his mobile phone, calmed down a little and said, "no, I can't worry. I have to wait."

Whether it's to call the marketing number to write a general draft and send a micro blog, or to buy a water army guide, it will cost the company's money. It didn't matter in the past. Now the top management of the company has some opinions on him. If he is caught by others carelessly, his impression will be even worse.

"You go to help me find out all the paintings before Shi Fei, and make sure that he really doesn't have Chinese paintings. I'll watch the live broadcast first, and I won't be in a hurry to act until he has finished his painting." If it is because of the defeat of Shifei xianmeng literature society, he will start to operate at that time. Even if Shifei behaves in a proper way, as long as the leisure dream literary society loses the competition, he can also ask people to write a manuscript to tie the matter on Shi Fei's head.Who let him be the famous "Mr. J", he is guilty if he still loses the game.

The assistant quickly went to check his previous paintings according to his requirements and tried to check them all.

After the first two things, this time Wu Ziqiang was more careful.

When flying over there, they are still playing a competition. For two hours of painting time, you need to filter through your mind first, and then you can roughly draw what you want to draw.

The first person to start is Carol, and then Ma Juntao and Li Bowen all start to move, even Yu Jin.

As a result, ye Qingcheng, who was covered with his face, began to squeeze the pigment. Only when he flew, he was still in the original place.

One hand is around, the other hand is holding his chin, his eyes are looking at the paper on the table, thinking, and from time to time still take a brush to draw.

When Li Bowen was busy painting, he looked up and saw Shi Fei. Seeing that he had not started, he sighed in his heart.

Shifu really chose the wrong person. Shifei is good at painting western paintings, but he is good at painting Chinese paintings. It seems that only he and his elder martial brother can get more points in this game.

As time went by, Shifei still didn't start, and the barrage had already started to scold.

"Shifei has not moved. Is he going to give up the competition?"

"Even if he is not good at traditional Chinese painting, he should try it? It is a coward's behavior to retreat without fighting. "

"I don't know why so many people like Shifei, but I think I'm not so good."

"It's just a little white face. It can't compare with Jiang Yu's appearance, it can't compare with the original, but it can't be separated from it. It's worse than Shen qingran's singing skills. What can I like?"

"I can't get him handsome at all. People who like him are blind."

"He became popular on the talent show, and as a result, he couldn't make that show look like that."

"Is it the reincarnation of the fountain upstairs? That kind of cannibalism shows are actually washed white. I'm really drunk. "

"Feige's appearance is still black. I'm really convinced. Do you look at yourself in the mirror when you dislike his ugliness

"Take away our Feige, he is just a new man, can't compare with Shen qingran, Jiang Yu and Buli, please don't compare with each other."

There are many rights and wrongs in people's popularity. While the popularity of time flies, fans will also be accompanied by the breeding of black powder.

The entertainment industry is so big and there are so many resources. If a person becomes popular, he will inevitably carve up other people's resources. Even if it is not Wu Ziqiang, there will be others.

The members of the leisure dream literature society at the bottom looked worried. Even Xia Haiyan, the head of the Piano Academy, asked in a low voice, "Old Tang, Shifei has not moved. Is that ok?"

Tang Xiangyang was full of confidence and said: "don't worry, the child has a good idea."

Xia HaiYan's understanding of Shifei only exists in other people's mouth. It will be seen that Tang Xiangyang and Wang Pingyang are not worried, and they feel a little relieved.

The students at zuijiang literature society were very happy when they saw him. Some of them were fans of Mr. J. however, this matter was related to the honor of the literary society. They had no choice but to be public and private.

Everyone thought that Shi Fei couldn't draw traditional Chinese painting. Many people thought that he couldn't do it. He had to stand on his feet. Only Xue Wei, the president, had been observing Tang Xiangyang's expression from time to time. He found that he was not worried at all. He was very alert to this matter.

At this time, Shi Feifei took up his pen and quickly dipped it in ink. He began to sketch out the angle on the paper. We can only see Shi Fei holding the pen moving all the time, but we can't see what he drew.

From time to time will change the pen to continue painting.

"No matter what the painting is like? This is very serious, give full marks

"It's quite a master's style. It's very good."

"Our slogan is, regardless of whether the painting is good or not, we can't do less pretending."

"Will Mr. J draw a picture of chicken eating rice?"

"Keep your mouth clean in front of you. If you have the ability, you can come."

A lot of sunspots rush to the live broadcasting room and start to talk freely. Even some people just follow the trend and want to swear, but the truth doesn't care. Flying elephants are busy criticizing and brushing off the black ones.

Shi Fei's drawing speed is very fast, as if the painting had been n times in his mind early, and there was no space for rest in the middle.

Some people have finished painting one after another. Only Shi Fei is still painting. The time required by the side is reduced by one minute. The students and the audience in the live room are nervous.

For the sake of confidentiality and no disclosure in advance, the anchor is not allowed to face the painting during the live broadcast, nor is the reporter allowed to take pictures of the painting. It has to wait for the judges to finish the evaluation.

Li Bowen, standing in the middle, finally finished his painting. He was very satisfied with his painting. Due to the time limit, although this "painting" is not the best of all his works, it is the most meaningful of all his works.

When he looked up, he couldn't believe the direction of his eyes.As the time goes by, other people gradually draw and put away their pens. Only three minutes before the completion time, only Ye Qingcheng and Shi Fei are left on the field.

Ye Qingcheng holds a pigment plate in one hand and a pen in the other hand, and his eyes are shining in the air.

"Last minute left." John, the judge called out.

At this time, ye Qingcheng finally exhaled a breath and put the pen aside to show that he had finished painting.

Time fly is still there fast moving, during the period from time to time with the double painting together, racing against the clock, when in a hurry still bit the pen in his mouth.

John raised his hand and looked at his watch, pinched the second, and finally said, "OK, time is up, stop writing."

Shi Fei also put away the pen, took down the pen from his mouth and said, "it's just finished."

Shi Fei looks up just in time to face the anchor's lens. He bit the pen before his mouth. At this time, there is some ink on the corner of his mouth. It's probably easy after painting. The corners of his mouth are raised and his eyebrows are curved.

Suddenly, the anchor's comment area immediately went crazy.

"Ah, ah, ah, ah, brother, don't laugh. I can't do it anymore."

"Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah

"I'm going to be crazy. I can't stand this smile."

"The face is still stained with ink, how so cute, my obsessive-compulsive disorder actually see Shun, think this is the latest makeup."

"I'm not afraid of Shi Fei's painting, but I'm afraid he's got a goblin face and he's going to laugh and hook people up. Who's going to save me?"

"Brother online shark man, ah ah ah ah, ah, my bloody nose..."

"Hold on, sister. I'm ok. I'll watch the blood transfusion."

Originally, I was still discussing who would win the competition. When I was smiling, I suddenly made the painting style between the anchors crooked.

The little flying elephants, who were just about to explode by the sunspot, saw the smiles of Shifei, and they were all revived with blood.

The judges began to look at their works one by one, nodding from time to time and discussing their works in a staggered way.

Netizens can not see the painting, one by one as anxious as ants on a hot pot, eager to know the results quickly.