Chapter 417 (1/2)

In addition to the people who know Xia Yan, others are not optimistic about Xia Yan. Deng Tong's carving works are now highly fried. Among famous domestic artists, in addition to Han Yidao's works, the price of his works is the highest.

But it was this ”addition” that made Deng Tong very unhappy, so he came today and held his breath to fight down Han Yidao's position.

”Deng Tong, do you want to be shameless?” after Deng Tong put forward the method of competition, Han Yidao opened his mouth with a sneer.

”Han Yidao, what do you say?” Deng Tong asked, ”are you worried that leader Xia can't beat me?”

”Joke, he can't win your old coffin?” Han Yidao sneered. ”I say you're shameless because the competition method you put forward can't accurately judge whose works are better. This is originally the public saying that the public and the woman say that the woman are reasonable. Even if you lose, I'm afraid you won't recognize it!”

”You...” Deng Tong's face changed. He really didn't think of this.

”Master Han is right. Radishes and vegetables have their own love. Anyone who is good will have it. It's too hard to judge!”

”Yes, it's hard to find referees. Although the people who came with Deng Tong are masters, they can't hold it. It's impossible to judge!”

The guests around also talked about it one after another, disapproved of Deng Tong's proposal, and revealed their distrust of the masters.

At this time, most people have stood by Xia Yan and yidaoliu. People sympathize with the weak. A group of old men bully teenagers under the age of 20, which is very despised.

”Han Yidao, how do you compare?” Deng Tong asked.

”Do you still need to compete?” Han Yidao glanced at the faces of the old people and said with a laugh: ”Don't you want to know which of the 30 exhibits here are the works of my apprentice? I'll tell you now, only six of them are the works of my apprentice pulled out by my old man, and the other 24 are the works of my apprentice. Deng Tong, if you have confidence, you might as well compare your own masterpiece with the works of my apprentice. I believe you still have a face, don't you Will open your eyes and tell lies! ”

”What?”

”Impossible!”

”There are twenty-four works of that boy? How is that possible!”

Deng Tong and a group of people shouted in shock. Soon, the faces of several old men changed. Just now they have carefully studied the exhibits one by one and think that most of these works should be Han Yidao's handwriting. Although no one said it, many people admit in their hearts that the skills shown in these works are not lower than themselves, or even slightly higher than themselves.