
The fans are stunned by this big hat. Buying paintings can destroy the Chinese painting industry? Isn't China's painting industry too fragile?
However, the media that posted this article is a big media company that has long been active in front of everyone. They always stood with their firm and sharp stance, and had many supporters.
At this moment, some people who did not pay attention to the entertainment industry were also debating. They directly blame “brainless fans chasing celebrities without brains”. When the fans retaliated, they were accused of “chasing celebrities and their brains were destroyed”.
After Xia Wanyuan posted on Weibo, she turned off her phone and did not notice the storm on the Internet.
By the window, Xiao Bao obediently did his homework. When he found a question he did not understand, Xiao Bao would call his father with a frown. Although Jun Shiling looked disdainful, he still put down his work to help Xiao Bao read his homework at all times.
“Xiao Bao, why don't you ask Mom?” Xia Wanyuan's heart ached when she saw how attached Xiao Bao was to Jun Shiling.
“Bu, you've worked hard. Leave this to Dad.” Xiao Bao opened his big eyes and smiled at Xia Wanyuan wisely.
“...” Jun Shiling glanced at Xiao Bao.
“You know how to feel sorry for Mom. Not bad, I'll give you some candy later. ”
“Wow!! Really is!! Dad, you're the best!” Xiao Bao jumped up happily. However, Jun Shiling was too tall, so Xiao Bao could not kiss him even if he wanted to. He jumped around for a long time.
Jun Shiling crouched down at the right time and received Xiao Bao's kiss.
After finishing his homework, Xiao Bao jumped down to ask Uncle Wang for milk candy. Xia Wanyuan glanced at the smiling Jun Shiling. “Tsk, CEO Jun, you don't mean what you say.”
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“Huh, can you calm down?” Bo Xiao rubbed his brows helplessly and poured a glass of water for An Rao, who was about to explode from anger on the sofa.
“Are these people crazy? Our Yuan Yuan is a member of the International Painters Association and also a professor in the art department at Qing University. Why can't he sell it at such a high price? It's only a million dollars. If it wasn't because I couldn't snatch it, I would have willingly spent ten million dollars to buy it. These people are just jealous! I'm so mad!” An Rao frowned and looking at Weibo's comment, his voice rising in anger.
“Why did you fight with them? Don't worry, Jun Shiling is here. Are you still afraid that Sister-in-law will be bullied?” Bo Xiao sat beside An Rao in amusement, wanting to comfort him.
An Rao pushed Bo Xiao's hand. “No, they scolded Yuan Yuan. I'll scold them first. This group of idiots only knows how to exaggerate.”
As An Rao spoke, he typed in a few words. Bo Xiao sat down at the side and looked at him. He couldn't help but laugh.
After this Weibo post was posted, over half of manager An Rao's hair would probably fall out.
Therefore, when the Internet was at a dead end, everyone suddenly received a message from An Rao. When they click on it, everyone has an idea.
It's, it's very difficult, An Rao. As expected of you.
@ An Rao: “A group of despicable people who can't even be sold for free and an exaggerated medium to scare people and the desire to see the world burn. Do you really think that by covering yourself with the so-called cover for the Chinese painting industry, you can hide your dirty and narrow heart? Master Yuan Yuan, member of the Chinese Painters Association, member of the World Painters Association, and professor in the art department at Qing University. If the painting isn't worth 1 million dollars, could it be worth your painting? You deserve PP. Shameless.”