Chapter 542 Ye Mengmeng Draws a Dragon!

"A small barbarian country just slapped our country, China, in the face, and just wants to walk away like this?"

This voice was neither loud nor quiet, but it reached everyone's ears word for word, as if it had some kind of magic power.

The faces of everyone who were originally humiliated and angry froze.

I couldn't help but look in the direction of the sound.

Then he saw Ye Chen walking out from the side with the cute baby in his arms.

"It's him, the boy who made Mr. Zhao kneel down earlier!"

"Why is he standing up at this time?"

"Don't tell me that he also wants those Japanese people to kneel down?"

"..."

After seeing Ye Chen and his daughter clearly, everyone couldn't help but recognize them, and then there was a heavy look of suspicion on their faces.

"Mr. Ye!"

"Brother Ye!"

Cang Shuxue and Li Yongmin were stunned for a moment, and then they both spoke out.

The two of them thought that Ye Chen was going to treat these people from the Japanese country just like how he made Mr. Zhao kneel down before. They must know that these people are different from Mr. Zhao, not to mention that one of them is a painting saint from the Japanese country.

Once they are touched, the consequences will be unimaginable!

Wu Wenshan and others also looked at Ye Chen.

Sato Seiichi and others who had just walked a few steps all turned around. Inoue Kazuhiko smiled coldly without any fear: "What? The Chinese people can't afford to lose? So you want to attack us?"

at the same time.

The three Japanese youths subconsciously protected Sato Seiichi.

The director of Jinling Art Museum's expression changed and he hurriedly scolded: "Boy, what are you doing? If you don't back down, this is not a place for you to act wild!"

"Young man, if you dare to act recklessly today, I really won't be able to protect you!" Even Wu Wenshan shouted in a deep voice.

It doesn’t matter if Hua loses!

Twenty years later, new talents will go to Japan to regain their dignity!

But China cannot make people feel that they cannot afford to lose!

That's the most embarrassing thing!

"Mr. Ye, come back quickly!" Cang Shuxue was so anxious that she almost cried!

She felt that she had been alive for twenty years and had never been as excited as today. Ye Chen first asked Zhao Yuanliang to kneel down and scared her half to death, and now he took aim at these Japanese people.

Ye Chen didn't say a word, but walked step by step in front of Sato Seiichi and others with the cute little baby in his arms, and said indifferently: "Just a few of you trash? How dare you say that our country, China, is nothing more than this?"

Having said this, he looked down at the cute little baby with an innocent face in his arms, and said loudly: "Do you believe it? My daughter can crush you with her graffiti?"

As soon as these words came out, the whole place fell into silence.

Everyone stared with a funny look on their faces!

Did we hear wrongly?

This kid actually said that his daughter's random graffiti could defeat the young Japanese painting saint who defeated Master Wu? ! !

Even Sato Seiichi and several other Japanese people were slightly startled, and then laughed wildly: "Hahaha, the Chinese people are not very capable, but they are very good at talking. We have learned a lot!"

Seiichi Sato looked at the cute little baby with an innocent face.

Then he also laughed.

Everyone looked ashamed after hearing this.

Cang Shuxue wished she could find a crack in the ground and crawl in!

She does not deny that the cute little baby does have a talent for painting, and her level is higher than that of her peers, but how is it possible for her to compete with the young painters from Japan?

Why!

Mr. Ye is a boaster!

She stamped her feet, ashamed!

"presumptuous!"

A big shot in the Jinling art world was trembling with anger and glared at Ye Chen: "Don't you think we are embarrassing enough? Get out of here!"

"Yes, even Master Wu has failed. What can your daughter, a mere four or five-year-old girl do? Go back and study for another forty or fifty years!"

As soon as these words came out.

Ye Chen sneered, glanced at Wu Wenshan and others one by one, and said unceremoniously: "You can't do it. It only means that you are a bunch of waste wrapped in corpses. It doesn't mean that my daughter can't do it!"

After saying that, he carried Mengmeng baby to the table beside him, grabbed a piece of drawing paper and a brush, put his daughter down and said: "Mengmeng, come, daddy will teach you how to draw today! "

The little guy raised his head and looked at him unconfidently: "Dad, is this really possible?"

"Believe in yourself and believe in Dad!"

Ye Chen smiled slightly and touched her head lovingly.

"This young man is crazy, really crazy!"

Everyone was furious, and then sneered again and again.

Wu Wenshan couldn't help but shake his head: "Nonsense, pure nonsense!"

"Go and stop him personally, don't embarrass our country, China!"

Someone spoke coldly, and when he was about to walk over, he heard Seiichi Sato, who had not spoken yet, say with a smile but not a smile: "Well, today I want to see how a Chinese girl can crush me!"

There was extreme sarcasm in his words.

Everyone could only cast angry eyes on Ye Chen and his daughter. If eyes could kill, Ye Chen would have died countless times.

After holding the brush, the cute little baby pursed her lips and said, "Dad, what are you drawing?"

"You can draw whatever you want!" Ye Chen gently held her hand.

"That person wants to draw a dragon!"

"Xiao Hei told me that his dream is to transform into a dragon. I will draw a dragon and take it home. Xiao Hei will be very happy when he sees it."

"But I don't know how to draw a dragon. Dad, what does a dragon look like?"

"It's okay, daddy will teach you how to draw!"

The little girl seemed to remember something, smiled sweetly, and then held the brush tightly and dipped it into the inkstone.

"Pah!"

Perhaps because he dipped too much ink, a large amount of ink immediately dripped onto the drawing paper, completely contaminating the drawing paper, and even splashed on the little girl's face.

"Wow!"

Seeing this scene, everyone was in an uproar.

He can't even use a brush!

What kind of painting is it!

Cang Shuxue covered her eyes with her hands, unable to bear to watch this scene.

"Dad..."

The little girl looked at Ye Chen in fear because of the mistake.

"It's okay, continue!"

Ye Chen held her little hand tightly and began to slowly draw on the clean place on the drawing paper.

First, the dragon head.

Dragon eye!

Dragon whisker!

It was the first time for the little girl to hold a brush, and her hands kept shaking, causing the pattern to be distorted, and it really looked like the ghost painting of a kindergarten child.

A big shot in the Jinling art world said, "Master Wu, please let this father and daughter leave quickly. I can't stand it anymore. We can't afford to lose this person!"

"That's right!"

The others nodded.

Wu Wenshan frowned, and just as he was about to speak, he suddenly exclaimed, staring at the cute little baby's painting.

"This..."

"This..."

"This..."

He suddenly opened his mouth and said three "this"s in a row!

At the same time.

Sato Chengyi, who was originally watching the fun, also changed his face, as if he had seen something unbelievable, and muttered, "Spiritual, spiritual, this Chinese child's every stroke of ink is spiritual!"

Everyone looked again, but still couldn't see any mystery.

After the cute little baby finished drawing the dragon's tail, he looked down at the ink-stained dragon and said with guilt: "Dad, I'm sorry, I... I didn't draw it well!"

"No, you drew it very well!"

"Aren't you curious about what a dragon looks like? Today, Dad will let you see it!"

Ye Chen chuckled, took the little guy's brush, and gently touched the eyes of the dragon in the painting with the tip of the brush.

As he drew the brush!

The dragon in the painting suddenly moved violently, shaking its head and tail, and a dragon roar suddenly sounded.

A gust of wind suddenly blew at the place!

"What's the sound?"

"What happened?"

Everyone was stunned at first!

Then they saw that the golden dragon suddenly flew out from the drawing paper, its body grew in the wind, soared up, and jumped directly into the air, roaring continuously.

"Pah, pah!"

The raindrops as big as beans came suddenly!

And the drawing paper was left with only a blank space!

No ink at all!

At this moment!

The world suddenly became as silent as death!

At this moment!

The expressions on everyone's faces froze!