MTL - Miss Wen, Make Your Heart Beat-Chapter 273 Lin An's glory, Lin Jun's embarrassment!

  Chapter 273 Lin An's highlight, Lin Jun's embarrassment!

  People who steal the fruits of other people's labor?

  Lin Jun pinched the flesh on his thighs with both hands, his face turned black, and bead-sized beads of sweat on his forehead slid down his cheeks, dripping on the back of his hands with a "click".

  He twisted his neck with difficulty and glanced at Lin An's position. There was a lot of joy there, and he realized belatedly that today his junior brother dug a hole for him, waiting for him to jump into it!

  There are more and more questioning voices around, and everyone's eyes fell on Lin Jun with ulterior motives. He clenched the corner of his clothes, and he was able to recover. There is no evidence, and no one can do anything to him today? He has to calm down, and he must not lose his composure.

   Just as he took a deep breath, an elegant female voice sounded in the noisy hall.

   "Sorry for wasting everyone's time."

  Under the puzzled eyes of everyone, Wen Rui led Lin An to the stage gracefully.

  Master Deyuan gave her a reassuring look, and sat down on the judges' seat again.

   "About what the master said just now, what I want to say is that Lin Jun's painting just now is the work of our gallery teacher Lin..."

  Amidst the gasping and crackling sounds, Wen Rui paused, then continued to speak slowly, with an extremely firm tone: "Including the paintings he sold before, all of them are works of Lin An."

   "Huh? Is this true?"

   "Yeah, is there any evidence? Just talk nonsense if you can't open your mouth?"

   "That's right, Bore is not such a Bofa?"

  …

   After all, Lin Jun has been popular for some years. Whoever should put this on, probably the first reaction is not to believe it.

  Wen Rui looked at Lin Jun's arrogant villain face, her eyes were cold, and the chill suddenly appeared. She patted Lin An on the shoulder and encouraged him to tell the past.

A deep male voice slowly floated in the air. Lin An's palm holding the microphone was covered with fine sweat. He looked ahead, his chest kept rising and falling, and he spoke very fast, but it was enough to make everyone present Everyone could hear clearly, the more he talked later, he became emotional, as if he wanted to vent all the grievances of these years.

  After the last sentence, Lin An seemed to have exhausted all his strength. He drooped his eyes and drooped his shoulders.

Ignoring the exclamations and shocks around him, Lin Jun stood up from his seat first, his eyes seemed to spew fire, he covered his chest, and made an extremely angry look, pointing at Lin Jun with trembling fingers. install:

   "Junior brother, you can't turn black and white in a person. I didn't care about your plagiarism a while ago, but now you're framing me instead. Doesn't your conscience hurt? Are you crazy because you want to be famous?"

Wen Rui took a step forward and sneered at Lin Jun: "Your skill of turning black and white really impresses me! I think you don't cry when you see the coffin, so let's talk about evidence today! Let me ask you, you Do you dare to take out the painting just now and show it in front of everyone?"

   "This... why am I afraid of this?" Lin Jun swallowed, stammering a little.

  He turned around and told his assistant to send the painting up, straightened his clothes, and walked up the stage himself. It seemed to outsiders that he was confident and wanted to confront Wen Rui and the others.

  Two staff members helped spread out the painting, and Wen Rui took the lead in asking a question: "When did you finish this painting?"

   "A week ago."

"you sure?"

   After Lin Jun checked this painting, he signed his name, just a week ago, so he nodded very confidently at this moment.

  Wen Rui glanced at him meaningfully, took out her mobile phone, dialed Xie Yanqing's number, and said, "Second brother, you can come in now!"

  The nonsensical words made everyone present bewildered. It wasn't until a voice came from the entrance of the hall that they attracted everyone's attention again.

   "I'm going, why is Second Master Xie here?"

   "Look at the people behind him, their faces are serious, and they are not good at first sight!"

   "I think this Lin Jun is going to be finished. After all, if the second master is involved, how can he not cause trouble?"

  …

  Xie Yanqing strode towards the stage, first fondled Wen Rui's hair, and then gave a few simple instructions to the people behind her.

   This show of affection was caught off guard, causing everyone to eat a bowl full of dog food.

Wen Rui's eyes looked around the hall, and she hooked the corners of her lips: "Just now Lin Jun said that he completed this painting a week ago, everyone heard it, so it must be okay to let an expert appraise it? You said Really, Mr. Lin?"

   "This... this is an insult to my personality!" Lin Jun trembled slightly, and his palms were covered with sweat against the seam of his trousers. He never expected that Wen Rui and the others would come to this trick, and he panicked for a while.

   "Oh, Mr. Lin doesn't dare, does he?"

Lin Jun knew in his heart that Wen Rui was acting aggressively, but he had to respond, otherwise everyone would think he was guilty. He bit the bullet, gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, the appraisal will be the appraisal!" Alright speech.

  The calligraphy and painting appraisal expert in a long black gown, with his hands behind his back, paced back and forth in front of the painting. The assistant handed him the appraisal tools. He took the microscope and looked at it carefully for a long time. Everyone's hearts were in a ball.

  After about ten minutes, the expert shook his head and said seriously: "This painting was painted at least five years ago, but the name was written a week ago."

No matter how everyone reacts, he said to himself: "The ink of the old calligraphy and painting will be completely immersed in the paper, while the ink of the new calligraphy and painting will be floating on the paper. This painting is completely different from the ink of the name, indicating that it is not a person. Drawn in time."

  Experts’ explanations are easy to understand, even some laymen can understand.

   "Lin Jun, what do you say? Most of the people present are painters. I believe that almost no one stamps and signs their works after five years. After all, everyone has a strong sense of property rights now!"

"Miss Wen, you also said that there are almost no one. Unfortunately, I am one of them. I painted this work five years ago, but I was a little dissatisfied at the time, so I thought about changing it later. , so there is no seal and signature, but this is not a reason for you to frame me, right?"

  Lin Jun was not out of breath. What he said was sincere, and some people began to hesitate again.

"Oh, I know you will say that, I hope you can keep calm later!" Wen Rui's tone was calm, she smiled at another expert, and said slowly: " Please use your device to see if there is the word Lin An here!"

  Her fingertips pointed to the location of a mountain.

  This expert has good eyesight and strong observation skills. He carefully looked at it twice with a magnifying glass, and felt that the appearance of the mountain was really strange. He also used other high-tech equipment to fiddle with it alone for a long time.

Just when everyone was restless, he rubbed his sore back, stroked his beard and said with a smile: "It's really amazing! This is not a mountain, but a line of words written as a mountain. A certain place and a certain place Lin An at a certain time."

  Written by Lin An? ? ?

  Lin Jun's eyes were dull, filled with disbelief. His legs suddenly became weak, and he took a few steps backwards. He fell down on the stage, muttering "impossible".

He has kept this painting for many years, but he has never discovered the mystery of it. At this moment, he is gouging out Lin An fiercely, and his eyes want to eat him. What a junior, he never expected that he would keep such a painting. one hand?

   "What's the situation? Could it be that Lin An really painted this?"

   "Look at Lin Jun's appearance, what else do you not understand?"

   "It must be, this name has it all, and it was five years ago, it can't be faked, right?"

  …

   "Mr. Lin Jun, do you have anything else to say?"

"Heh, hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha" Lin Jun's devilish laughter suddenly sounded in the air. He got up from the ground crazily, unable to stand upright, pointed at Lin An and cursed: "Young brother is so scheming! I lost Already!"

Up to now, no one would believe him even if he wanted to make an excuse, so Lin Jun confessed completely: "Yeah, after Master left, I lied to you that those paintings were burned by me, but in fact they were all burned." I sold it, and I sold it at a sky-high price! Whoever let that old **** favor you, I just want him to see that even though my talent is not as good as yours, I still trample you under my feet.

Junior brother, junior brother, you were so stupid at the time, you believed what I said, even if you later found out that I sold your painting as my own, but I believe you must have nowhere to turn for help, that is because I have already sent someone to say hello, you are a poor and shabby painting seller, who will believe what you say, people may think that you have lost your mind, hahahahaha..."

  Finally said what he had held in his heart for so long, Lin Jun only felt refreshed, he ignored the abuse around him, and was still talking about the past.

His assistant stood aside, his face was ashen from the anxiety at the beginning, and the manager below was about to be mad by Lin Jun. This idiot, as long as he bites him to death and refuses to admit it, there is still room for change. He is fine , All the brains shook out, he said it was cool, but he had to involve himself in wiping his ass, and his reputation was completely ruined.

  Lin An clenched his fists and looked up at him: "Just because Master favors me, can you do such a thing regardless of our friendship over the years?"

He paused, and said with a sad face: "Brother, in fact, Master has praised you in front of me many times, but he said that you are restless and need to sharpen your temper, so he is more strict with you on weekdays." Some, his old man loves both of us equally."

   "Heh, do you think I will still believe what I say now?" Lin Jun couldn't listen to anything now, he knew that from now on, his reputation in the circle would be rotten.

  The hall was filled with smoke and smog. The organizer asked the security guard to sneak him out. His manager and assistant followed in desperation. Wherever they went, there were contemptuous eyes and ugly abuse.

  Wen Rui bent down slightly, apologized to everyone, and a group of people followed her and Xie Yanqing, and slowly left the stage.

  As soon as Lin An returned to his place, many people surrounded him, chattering, their eyes full of admiration and admiration.

   "My God, Mr. Lin, I didn't expect you to be a hidden master?"

   "So, the paintings that Lin Jun sold in the past are all yours? That's a lot of money!"

   "I really didn't expect that he would be so shameless, and he would be so confident in selling other people's paintings?"

  People have always been snobbish. When you gain power, you will flatter in every possible way. Once something happens, it is normal to make trouble. I wish I could get rid of the relationship with you.

   After wasting so much time, it was time for lunch. There was a two-hour break in the middle, and the game continued in the afternoon.

Taking advantage of this point, various media outlets were seriously involved, and they didn't have time to eat, so they went there to catch up on the manuscript. Therefore, in less than an hour, this matter was reported on the Internet. Boresou is still a short video, and the whole Internet is discussing this matter, especially those who bought paintings from Lin Jun, who are almost spraying him to death.

  After having lunch with Xie Yanqing, Wen Rui urged him to go back, and she took everyone in the gallery to rest for a while, and then returned to the lobby to watch the game.

  The afternoon went very quickly, and the game ended at five o'clock.

   In the final result, there is no doubt that Lin An deserved the first place, and the judges couldn't help but sigh with emotion. They were still struggling with the scores of Lin Jun and Lin An. Who knew that this was all drawn by one person.

  Under Wen Rui's encouraging eyes and the attention of everyone, Lin An came to the stage to accept the award, holding the heavy golden trophy in his hand, tears filled his eyes, and he never believed that he could have such a day.

   When delivering his acceptance speech, he bowed deeply in Wen Rui's direction, and said a lot of words of thanks, which were so affectionate that everyone present was deeply moved.

  Then they took a group photo to commemorate this year's Moyi Cup.

  At this time, Lin Jun's agent was devastated in the studio, and in just one afternoon, he received many calls asking them for compensation.

He turned his head and glanced at the half-dead Lin Jun. His hair was messy and his eyes were empty. He was so angry that he didn't know what to say. As his manager, he knew his behavior in his heart. It's all a loss. If there is no such thing as today, they can continue to make money happily for a few years, but it's too late to say anything now, and they can only accept their fate.

What made him even more troublesome was that the gunmen raised in the studio, whether they had been oppressed for a long time or had a better place to go, each recorded a video and posted it online, showing how Lin Jun searched them all these years , Said clearly, for a while there were constant scolding on the Internet.

   "Garbage, if you don't know how to draw, don't draw, and steal someone else's to deceive fans?"

   "This kind of person is too hateful, we must seek justice for Teacher Lin An!"

   "It's hateful that I have been a fan of him for so many years, but in the end he told me it was all fake?"

  …

Then in the evening, I received another letter from the lawyer of Lingxi Gallery, wanting to sue Lin Jun for copyright infringement and compensate the illegal income according to law. The public security organs have been involved in the investigation.

  After verifying the facts, the staff took Lin Jun back to the hall overnight for guarding. Because he obtained a huge amount of illegal income and had a negative impact on society, he was not only held liable for civil compensation, but also held criminally responsible.

   After several days in a row, the heat of this matter gradually dissipated. Lin Jun's agent and assistant did not report the knowledge, concealed the news, and were each fined.

  The gunmen who came out to testify all defected to Wen Rui's Lingxi Gallery.

  【Recently, the state is relatively poor, and the writing is not good. Please forgive me! 】

   Thank you for supporting me today, good night everyone~

  (end of this chapter)