The style of painting is different, but it is better to be strong

Chen Yici covered his brother's mouth with all his strength, and desperately raised his finger to tell his brother not to speak.

The curious eyes of the people around have been cast here, and most of the eyes that fell on Chen Zhizhi were looking at fools.

Chen Zhizhi blushed, and nodded to show that he knew.

When Chen Yici let go, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Chen Yici booed at him: "Let's go out first."

The current situation may be that the museum collection is wrong, but such a big matter, if it is said in public without evidence and evidence, it will cause bad influence.

He wanted to pull his brother away, but he didn't move while tugging at his sleeve.

Chen Zhizhi stood still, but broke free from Chen Yici's hand, walked towards the calligraphy, and groped for the glass doorway:

"Where is the opening in this glass?"

Hang a fake calligraphy and painting under everyone's eyes, and mark his name.

He absolutely cannot tolerate it.

As soon as his hand touched the glass door, the glass radiated infrared rays and issued a warning sound.

Chen Yici was startled, and went up to hug his waist, but his brother was a head taller than him, and he seemed to be pulling a huge carrot, with great effort:

"Brother, don't touch that door—"

However, it was too late.

Some of the visitors around realized that the situation was wrong early on, and had already pulled out their mobile phones to call the police.

At the same time, the glass door automatically triggered the alarm device.

In less than 2 minutes, the museum had several layers of people inside and outside.

The sound of sirens blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah, the police with guns surrounded the third floor, and the museum's own security team also sent people to surround the two people.

Chen Yici supported his forehead: "..."

Forget it, it's a robbery that can't be avoided.

Chen Yici explained to everyone: "This is a misunderstanding, he is my brother, we just came to see the painting."

As soon as Chen Yici opened his mouth, a curly-haired girl among the onlookers immediately said:

"Hey, hey, I know him, isn't he the little farmer contestant from "Idol 100%"?"

As soon as she said this, people around turned their eyes to Chen Yici, and there were whispers around:

"Isn't that saying that my family members are all artists..."

"This is his brother? Isn't he an artist, why did he come to rob the museum?"

"No way, this reversal is too outrageous, from an artist to a thief? He is too good at making up."

"It's not a thief, it's a bandit, right? It's already done by robbing it openly."

"Wait, didn't he say that his brother is dead??"

As soon as the police and security arrived, the curator rushed over non-stop, almost frightened by a heart attack, and said distressedly:

"This is the National Museum! You just want to rob it?"

He was angry and a little dumbfounded.

Hearing the sound of the alarm system, he thought it was a premeditated crime by criminals, but it turned out that there were only two of them.

The security work of the National Museum is very good. The exhibits inside, whether they are calligraphy and paintings, or antique utensils with thousands of years, are priceless treasures and their value is immeasurable.

Take the calligraphy and painting in front of me as an example, which was written by Mr. Chen Zhizhi, a famous calligrapher in my country.

Chen Zhizhi is famous for his majestic grandeur and strange and unique structure. This masterpiece is especially classic. Since the establishment of the museum, it has been hung here as the treasure of the National Museum.

Moreover, in the case of strengthened anti-theft glass, ultraviolet rays were specially added around the painting to prevent theft, which shows the importance of this painting.

The curator severely reprimanded:

"Young man, do you know how much manpower and police force the actions of the two of you will consume today? You are disrespecting cultural relics!"

Chen Yici apologized sincerely: "I'm sorry, we just came to see the painting, we didn't expect this kind of thing to happen, I'm really sorry."

Chen Zhizhi didn't answer, but stared at the words for a long time. Finally, he turned his head and said in disbelief, shaking the curator's arm under everyone's astonished eyes:

"How did you have the nerve to put such an ugly character in the most prominent position and hang it up for display?!"

As soon as this remark came out, not only the curator, but everyone present opened their mouths wide open, and their jaws were about to drop.

Chen Yici resigned to help the forehead.

This incident was rebroadcast to the Internet by good netizens, and there was a live broadcast, which was followed by tens of thousands of enthusiastic netizens. The reaction on the Internet was even more intense than on the spot:

"What is ugly??!! You explain, what is ugly?"

"I'm speechless. This is Chen Zhizhi's calligraphy!! Who is that? He is a famous calligrapher and painter in modern my country. A painting is worth tens of millions."

"It is recommended to treat the disease if you are sick, and don't be ashamed if you have nothing to do."

"My family was bursting with laughter. Is this Chen Yici's 'artist' genius brother? First he wanted to steal Mr. Chen Zhizhi's handwriting, but when he couldn't succeed, he became angry and said his handwriting was ugly?"

"His brother is the same as Chen Yici. He has never read a book. He is just a farmer. What IQ and brains can be expected from him."

"Can this contestant named Chen Yici retire? This is disrespect for cultural relics and predecessors, right?"

"He was pretending to be posing in front of the camera to take pictures of the book concave characters he had seen before, and he vomited."

"Also, I read a lot of thank-you lists from artists when I was on stage for the first time. I thought he loved art so much, but the result??? The operation of going to the museum and making nonsense really confuses me."

……

Hearing Chen Zhizhi's words, the curator held his heart and said with grief:

"Young man, do you know Chen Zhizhi? His calligraphy attainments are at the pinnacle, and his contribution in the calligraphy world is unmatched. Do you know how powerful he is? If you don't know how to appreciate it, let it be, and just slander it casually?"

Chen Zhizhi was a little embarrassed by the praise, waved his hands and said a few words modestly:

"Actually, it's okay, he just draws and writes blindly, he's not that good ah woo woo woo! Why are you pinching me!!"

Chen Yici was pinched by Chen Yici when he was half-modest, and he turned around aggrieved.

curator:……

He had never seen such an inaudible, defiant young man.

Not only a heart attack, but also a cerebral thrombosis.

Fortunately, the voice was not loud, and not many people heard it.

The curator gave himself a sigh of relief:

"Now please leave the museum immediately."

Chen Zhizhi had just been praised a few times, and he was in a good mood. He pointed to the painting and said:

"You take down that painting, you don't need to hang it up."

He thought for a while, and felt that although the curator in front of him was a bit stubborn and a little bit tempered, he had a good eye and all the boasting was true, so he thought about it, reluctantly:

"How about this, you take it down, and prepare a pen, ink, paper and inkstone for me, and I can write a copy for you on the spot."

"You take that pair off and hang up mine instead."

But no matter whether he wrote it or not, he would not allow this fake calligraphy and painting of himself to appear in the museum.

That was a challenge to my dignity.

As soon as this sentence came out, it happened to be recorded by netizens.

"Is he serious?? Was it Liang Jingru who gave him the courage to say "replace Chen Zhizhi's paintings with his own paintings"?"

"Liang Jingru: Don't cue."

"The tone of the curator's arrogance made the curator take down the painting. I'm so angry."

"Don't get angry with fools, I've seen such a fool."

"The curator's face turned blue."

The curator was indeed very angry at this meeting, and even lost his previous self-restraint. He supported the person next to him, pointed to the door and said to the two:

"roll."

Everyone present sighed:

The father of the curator is also a modern and contemporary calligrapher, so his longing for Mr. Chen Zhizhi is thousands of times stronger than others.

The curator usually has a very good temper, elegant and easy-going personality, but now he is so angry that he can't say the word, which shows how serious he is.

Chen Zhizhi couldn't believe it:

"You really don't want me to write?"

"Are you sure you want a fake to hang here?"

The curator was shocked: "Fake?"

He widened his eyes and said sternly:

"This painting has been here since the establishment of the museum. It has been appraised by experts at home and abroad countless times in the middle, and there has never been any problem identified. You are just talking nonsense, just open your mouth!"

He questioned: "What qualifications and evidence do you have to say that this painting is a fake!?"

Chen Zhizhi was a little dazed by the yelling, and picked out his ears, feeling a little wronged:

"The evidence...the evidence is that I didn't write this piece of writing, so it's a fake. Is there any problem?"

curator:? ? ?