Bring your aunt to eat big meat, the scumbag father's family is furious

Qiao Zhizhi looked at the people present and had to say that the Wu family had a wide network of contacts. Dozens of people of the same generation had come, and twenty to thirty people from the older generation had also come. In total, there were at least more than a hundred people, not counting those who arrived later.

If she hadn't seen this situation, Qiao Zhizhi wouldn't have known that there were so many people who liked painting.

Qiao Zhizhi recognized the woman in front of her, Murong Shu, who was one of Wu Qingjin's good friends. Apart from her, Wu Qingjin and Murong Shu were the closest.

"Thank you all for your hard work. I have only been learning painting for a short time, so I can only give the best I can at this stage. If there are any shortcomings, please feel free to correct me."

"After all, the art exhibition isn't the main purpose. Listening to everyone's opinions and allowing me to improve myself is the main purpose. Qing Jin worked so hard to get me this opportunity, so I should cherish it."

After Qiao Zhizhi finished speaking, she bowed to everyone.

She is very humble and neither servile nor overbearing, and does not look like someone who would flatter others.

Some people wanted to make some sarcastic remarks, but their words were blocked in their throats.

Forget it, the attitude is impeccable, then let the paintings speak for themselves, the works are the real foundation of one's career.

If the painting is not good, no matter how polite you are, it will be of no use.

Prince Guangping also came. He was a little surprised to see so many people because it was just a children's art exhibition.

Logically speaking, it is not necessary for a young girl to invite so many celebrities. Perhaps Qing Jin is a willful child and thinks that the more people come to support her friend, the better.

As soon as Wu Qingjin saw Prince Guangping, he ran over and took his arm.

"Uncle Nan, I didn't expect so many people to come. I hope you won't blame me."

She whispered, "I didn't invite everyone. Some people heard about the art exhibition and came to see the excitement."

Prince Guangping said cheerfully, "Why should I blame you? There are so many people, which means there are many people supporting you. Miss Qiao, just give it your all."

He had seen Qiao Zhizhi's paintings before. Although she was extremely talented and was one of the best among her peers, her experience was too limited and she was indeed a bit unworthy of such a lively scene.

But with him around, no one would embarrass the child.

The time had come, the door of the exhibition opened, and Qiao Lianer stood at the door with a smile on his face, waving a gesture of invitation to everyone.

"Sorry to have kept you waiting. The painting has been hung. Please go into the room."

Everyone had been waiting for a long time. Some of them had arrived very early and had already gone into the warm room to drink tea, but were now coming out.

Looking at it this way, it was a huge crowd, probably about two hundred people.

Many people don’t paint, they just want to join in the fun and watch for fun.

Qiao Lianer first put some of the oil paintings in front. Many people came with the mentality of finding fault, so he decided to convince them from the beginning.

Sure enough, as soon as they entered the door, everyone's eyes were fixed. They looked at the paintings on the wall in disbelief, their pupils trembling, and they all let out an "Ah".

Firstly, it is the aesthetic and visual impact, and secondly, it is the shock to the soul caused by the novelty that has never been seen before.

What kind of brushstrokes can restore the actual scenery exactly as it is, with no flaws in color, detail, light and shadow.

What kind of skill can accurately depict the sparkling sea, the moonlight shining through the clouds, the sunrise above the rolling sea of ​​clouds, the golden light on the snow-capped mountains, the light and dark of the mountains, etc., as if the real scenery is right in front of you.

What kind of experience is it to be able to see such extreme scenery as dream islands, endless cliffs, surging waves, and snow-capped mountain tops?

Not only these grand and distant views, but also the gradations of flower colors, the grains and awns of wheat, the spots on the vase, and the close-ups of cats and dogs, with every detail of their fur visible, are exactly the same as in reality.

For a moment, everyone thought they were in a dream, and they were afraid of disturbing such a beautiful dream, so they didn't even dare to breathe loudly.

Prince Guangping looked at these paintings, his mind froze for a moment, and then the emotions in his heart surged like waves, leaving only amazement.

It was indeed a surprise.

He spoke immediately, breaking the silence.

"Quick, go and invite all the powerful families you can, and tell them that a rare painting has been created in the Prince Guangping's Mansion, which will definitely be refreshing."

The housekeeper quickly took his men out.

After hearing Prince Guangping's voice and confirming the existence of these paintings, everyone believed that they were not dreaming.

“It’s incredible, how was this drawn?”

"It's like the scenery in real life was brought in perfectly. The colors and layers are perfectly matched. It's hard to imagine that it was painted by human hands. Oh my god."

"It can't be embroidered, can it?" Someone reached out to touch it, and then exclaimed in admiration: "It really is painted, and they didn't use a brush. There's so much pigment, I've never seen it before."

Not only were his peers surprised, but those successful celebrities were also full of praise.

Some people originally thought that what good paintings could a little girl produce, and that she actually dared to hold an exhibition in Guangping Guangfu, so they should criticize her severely.

Of course, this was also due to Wu Qingjin's suggestion. Wu Qingjin invited everyone to be her guests in advance and told everyone that for the sake of her friend's progress, they must not hesitate to point out Miss Zhizhi's faults.

They understood what Miss Wu meant.

The people that Qiao Jian'er had instructed decided to praise Wu Qingjin no matter what. They had already agreed before entering the exhibition hall that each of them would choose a different angle so as not to embarrass Miss Zhizhi.

But now, no matter if you are ready to find fault or to give false praise, all that is left is sincere and honest praise, which comes not only from the heart but also from the soul.

Wu Qingjin just froze there. She looked at the paintings, then at Qiao Zhizhi. Her hands were trembling slightly under her sleeves, and her face had turned pale.

As everyone praised her paintings, Qiao Zhizhi knew that this exhibition would be a huge success.

This was brought to her by Jian'er, and Wu Qingjin also contributed to it because it was she who told her that realism is currently popular.

Qiao Zhizhi walked towards Wu Qingjin, her face full of joy. "Qingjin, when you said realism, I thought it would be best to restore the real scenery exactly as it is, so I changed the style. How is it? I hope you are not disappointed."

Wu Qingjin looked at that excited face and felt something piercing her heart.

She forced a smile and said, "Okay, very good. But I didn't know when you started learning these paintings behind my back. Zhizhi, you must have been hiding it from me."

Qiao Zhizhi was stunned for a moment. She didn't expect Wu Qingjin to say that. Then she looked at Wu Qingjin's expression, and it seemed that something was wrong.