Billionaire CEO Won't Leave

C67 A Competition of Paintings



C67 A Competition of Paintings

Bai Nianxi stood in the messy study and stared blankly at the painting that Ye Chunmei had dirtied.    

    

There was only one day left until the date of the designer of the cover was confirmed. It was already too late to draw another one. Should she hand over the painting?    

    

Bai Nianxi sighed. Her eyes were lifeless as she squatted on the ground and tidied up the study.    

    

Kang Mobei's study usually did not allow others to enter. Today, because of her, the study was in such a state. When he came back at night to see it, he could not help but get angry, right?    

    

As expected, when Kang Mobei appeared at the door of the study at night, his face was dark.    

    

The maid had already told him everything that happened during the day. He did not think that Ye Chunmei would dare to come to the house again and cause a huge ruckus.    

    

He also happened to meet Jenny. Ye Chunmei's arrogant and arrogant actions behind the scenes were probably not without Jenny's secret support, right?    

    

There were too many people who were looking for trouble. It seemed that he should specially arrange a few people to guard the Kang family in the future.    

    

Bai Nianxi was sitting in front of the easel with a blank expression on her face.    

    

Kang Mobei walked in, "I heard that Jenny and your stepmother came today?"    

    

"Yes. "    

    

"I told you not to be bullied. When you should be arrogant, you should be arrogant, right? "    

    

Bai Nianxi was silent, but arrogance and shamelessness were two different things.    

    

Ye Chunmei could ignore her image, but she could not do anything to her.    

    

Kang Mobei's deep eyes contained some emotions that could not be resolved. Since she could not handle it well, then let him help her.    

    

His gaze landed on Bai Nianxi's drawing board, "Your work?"    

    

"Yes, it is. " Bai Nianxi nodded," The painting was destroyed. "    

    

She was a little defeated. "I might have to disappoint you and Luoluo. "    

    

She had really prepared very seriously. She valued this opportunity so much, but she did not expect Jenny to bring Ye Chunmei to the house and even destroy her work.    

    

Kang Mobei looked at Bai Nianxi with a profound gaze, "Indeed, there is no time for you to prepare again, but what if there is a way to remedy it?"    

    

A way to remedy it?    

    

Bai Nianxi's gaze carried some doubt. There was still a glimmer of hope.    

    

Her style this time was completely concise and did not have any extra colors. The entire page was black and white, meaning to express the elegance of China's mountains and rivers.    

    

Although the large piece of ink that was splashed on the top right corner appeared out of place, it did not contradict the overall color.    

    

Bai Nianxi had a flash of inspiration. She took the brush and added a few strokes on the paper. She asked with a smile, "How about this?"    

    

Just a few strokes had changed the entire painting's momentum.    

    

Kang Mobei's face was still calm, but there was a flash of astonishment, "Yes. "    

    

His woman was indeed the best.    

    

Ye Chunmei held the cheque in her hand and was happy in her heart. She counted and found that there was a total of five zeros on it.    

    

Rich people were generous when they took action. They casually gave her a hundred thousand.    

    

After withdrawing the money from the bank, a black plastic bag appeared in Ye Chunmei's hand. The plastic bag was filled to the brim and there were faint traces of the money inside.    

    

Two people vaguely followed behind her.    

    

"You didn't get the wrong person, right?"    

    

"Who else could it be other than her? She took the money and hugged it like a treasure, afraid that others wouldn't be able to tell that it was money in her arms? She really is a stupid woman! " A man spat.    

    

"Are we going to do it now?"    

    

"Wait, there are a lot of people here. " The man stopped the people beside him and stared at Ye Chunmei.    

    

The other person seemed to be a little worried. "Our actions will not be discovered, right? What if she calls the police?"    

    

"Are you sick? Don't you see who's standing behind us? He's not someone the police dare to mess with. Just do it without worry. No one would dare to mess with you. Our boss wants her to lose all her money. The money we get is all ours! "    

    

That night, Ye Chunmei ran back home with a swollen face and a swollen face. When she got home, she collapsed on the ground and cried. She had lost all her money! She was also beaten up.    

    

These stinking hooligans would get their retribution sooner or later!    

    

Today was the day when the designer of the new cover was finally decided. The French delegation and the upper echelons of Kang's Group had already appeared in the meeting room.    

    

Bai Nianxi stood beside Kang Mobei, looking a little tired.    

    

Jenny walked in in in bright and beautiful clothes, her face full of spirit.    

    

When she saw Bai Nianxi standing beside Kang Mobei, she looked a little disdainful. She still dared to appear here? Her paintings had been destroyed to such an extent. She should not have the face to come again, right?    

    

Anyway, Jenny was already certain that Bai Nianxi would not stir up any more trouble. The design rights of the new product cover were destined to be hers and could only be hers.    

    

Everyone sat together. Someone carried two painting racks into the meeting room from outside.    

    

Bai Nianxi and Jenny's works were displayed in front of everyone.    

    

Everyone gasped and their eyes were immediately caught by Jenny's colorful and bright oil painting.    

    

Wu Ling used her colour more boldly and burst out with endless life force. The scenery in the painting seemed to be alive and it made people forget to return.    

    

In comparison, Bai Nianxi's black and white landscape painting seemed to be much thinner and monotonous.    

    

Especially the thick black ink at the top right corner, it gave off a dull feeling.    

    

Jenny first looked at Bai Nianxi's painting and her eyes revealed a look of disbelief. She did not think that she could remedy this painting.    

    

Just that the painting was destroyed and a confident smile appeared on Jenny's face. She still said that she could beat her? Didn't she already lose?    

    

The outcome of the battle was decided by the votes of the higher-ups. At this moment, everyone stood up and walked to the front of the two works to carefully observe.    

    

"Strange, although I don't understand painting, why do I feel that this black and white landscape painting has a different artistic conception?" A senior executive suddenly said.    

    

The person beside him also nodded. "I think so too. It seems that this painting can withstand the test of time?"    

    

Another person said: "But this ink must have been accidentally dipped into it. "    

    

"But it was also handled pretty well afterwards. I quite like this majestic yet calm style"    

    

Everyone began to whisper and privately exchange opinions.    

    

Kang Mobei stood by the side and did not go forward to take a look.    

    

"Aren't you going to take a look?" Bai Nianxi asked.    

    

"I don't want to see. " Kang Mobei said.    

    

"How can you make a decision if you don't want to see it?"    

    

"Why not?" Kang Mobei raised his eyelids. "I'll vote for whichever painting you draw. "    

    

But you are the leader! You need to be professional! You can't not distinguish between public and private!    

    

Bai Nianxi rolled her eyes. "Then you have to be fair. "    

    

Kang Mobei leaned against the table and crossed his arms. "Yours will always be the best. "    

    

"Mr. Albert did not come today?" Someone suddenly asked.    

    


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