After retiring from the circle, the queen of Jiaoye spoiled the rich and powerful

After a while, Song Jinyan came back with a brush and paper.

"Tangtang, what are you planning to do?"

Old Master Teng looked at Song Weitang in confusion.

Song Weitang didn't speak, just spread out the rice paper, then held the pen with his right hand, dipped it in ink, and with a few strokes, he outlined a few vivid shrimps.

That brushstroke, that style of painting...

Old Master Teng was stunned on the spot. He looked at Song Weitang's painting just now, and then raised his head to look at the original painting by Qi Lao that the lobby manager said was spitting all over the middle of the big screen.

……

Why does it look like this.

"Tangtang, you're good at drawing!"

Mr. Teng stood beside him, nodding his head in praise.

Song Weitang: ...

"Grandpa Teng, I want to say that the picture above is also from me."

Seeing that Mr. Teng didn't understand what she meant for a long time, Song Weitang had no choice but to speak up.

Grandpa Teng's eyes widened in an instant, and he swallowed for a long time.

"You mean, you drew that?"

Mr. Teng is a little messy in the wind...

"Yes."

Song Weitang nodded vigorously.

At this moment, the manager of the lobby, who was boasting like a hype, frowned and saw that the number of the box where Mr. Teng was located did not appear on the big screen!

The whole Spring City knew that Mr. Teng was a fan of Mr. Qi, and Mr. Qi's words were rarely circulated in the whole market.

This is a rare occurrence, and it doesn't make sense that Mr. Teng would not be tempted!

The lobby manager hastily stretched out his hand to call for the staff on the side, and said in a low voice, "Go to the Huashan Lunjian box branch and tell them that they are taking pictures of Old Qi's painting at the moment."

The staff member ran to the box where Teng Lao and Song Weitang were.

Song Weitanglu's move completely dispelled Mr. Teng's enthusiasm for painting, and now he began to doubt how many of his collections were real.

Old Master Teng said almost tremblingly, "That Tangtang, how many paintings of Old Qi have you drawn in total?"

"Only a dozen copies!"

Song Weitang recalled the paintings he had sold in the antique market and said.

Mr. Teng's feet softened. He was still happy this year. He said that Mr. Qi's paintings, which were rarely seen in the past, suddenly became popular in the market today.

How come there is a bad feeling.

Song Weitang didn't feel anything at first when he heard Old Master Teng's question, but suddenly, she couldn't help but thump in her heart, she turned her head, looked at Old Master Teng, and spoke with some difficulty.

"Grandpa Teng, you won't collect a lot of old Qi's paintings this year, right?"

Old Man Teng pulled out a smile uglier than crying, and nodded.

Song Weitang: ...

The reason why she chose to imitate Qi Lao's paintings is because Qi Lao's paintings are rarely circulated in the market, so it is not easy to cause any spread at all.

She didn't expect to run into such a big grievance as Mr. Teng.

Song Weitang didn't know what to say to comfort Qi Lao.

In the hall, Qi Lao's paintings have always been very popular, so there are many people bidding.

Several of the guests were even more excited and shouted directly.

In the end, Qi Lao's words were recorded on the back of a guest.

This guest is also an old fan of Qi. He had heard that Mr. Teng was also at the scene today. He never thought that he would be able to take this painting.

What's strange is that Mr. Teng didn't participate from the beginning to the end today.

When the lobby manager announced that the guest had won the bid, the guest couldn't help laughing.

As soon as he got up, the expression on his face changed suddenly.

One hand directly covered the place where the heart was, and fell down slowly in front of everyone.

The rest of the people were also very frightened, and the staff in the lobby immediately notified the higher-ups.

The charity auction was terminated halfway through, and the lobby manager rushed to the lobby as soon as possible.

"Doctor, is there a doctor here!"

Facing such a sudden illness, the lobby manager, after all, is a person who has seen the world, and told all the staff not to touch the guest, and shouted loudly.

At this time, a guest got up and walked over to the guest just now to check.

"Sudden cerebral hemorrhage."

The guest said with a serious face that according to the principle, this kind of special cerebral hemorrhage cannot move freely, but it needs to be sent to the hospital urgently.

An ambulance has been called from the Phoenix Tower.

When the ambulance arrives, I'm afraid...

The doctor couldn't help shaking his head, after all, at this moment, he was helpless.

At this time, the big screens in all the boxes are showing the scene in the hall.

It was only at this time that Mr. Teng came back to his senses.

I bought it all...

Forget it!

He couldn't help comforting himself in his heart.

As soon as he turned his head, he saw the picture on the screen.

"Hey, this isn't Old Xu...!"

Old Master Teng exclaimed, and when he turned around, he saw that Song Weitang beside him had gone somewhere?

"Xiao Jin, where's your aunt?"

Old Master Teng couldn't help asking Song Jinyan next to him.

"Auntie is out!"

Song Jinyan pointed to the open door and said.

Soon, Old Master Teng saw Song Weitang on the screen.

"What is Tangtang doing in the lobby?"

Old Man Teng couldn't help frowning, he also got up, told the two little guys to stay in the box, and Old Man Teng also hurriedly followed out.

"Don't surround him."

In the hall, when everyone was anxious, suddenly there was a crisp voice.

The doctor just raised his head, looked at the crowd surrounded by three circles, couldn't help frowning and said: "Don't crowd around here, patients need air."

Everyone backed away after hearing this sentence.

Taking advantage of this moment, Song Weitang walked in directly from the crowd.

As soon as the doctor turned his head, he saw the little girl who appeared out of nowhere holding something and stuffing it directly into the patient's mouth.

The doctor's expression changed instantly.

"What are you doing? What did you feed him? Do you know that he has acute cerebral hemorrhage, and he cannot be fed with anything casually. If something goes wrong, who will bear the responsibility..."

The doctor would be absolutely pissed off.

After feeding, Song Weitang stood up and stepped aside, spreading her hands, and said innocently, "I made the medicine myself."

Hear the words self-made medicine.

The doctor: ...

Acute cerebral hemorrhage is not a small problem, and the chance of emergency treatment in the hospital is half and half. Does this little girl know the seriousness?

If something goes wrong, she will definitely not be able to get rid of it when the time comes.

The doctor was so anxious that he was about to lose his temper, but he also knew that the little girl had good intentions.

He turned his head and said to the people around him.

"This acute cerebral hemorrhage itself is very dangerous, and the chance of being rescued is very low..."

The doctor turned his back to the patient and spoke in a heavy tone.

Many of the onlookers were also aware of this sudden illness, and their faces were a little heavy.

At this moment, a hand suddenly touched the doctor's back.