After Being Blackened All Over the Internet, I Ruled the Military Variety Shows
Chapter 341 "Green Plums" Original Author Leng Yuan

Chapter 341: Chapter 341 "Green Plums" Original Author Leng Yuan

As Chen Cheng squatted down to pick up the microphone he accidentally dropped, Lin Nuo walked to the edge of the stage, "Director Chen."

Chen Weiwen looked at him with a somewhat complicated expression.

The situation had escalated to a point where he couldn’t afford too much speculation.

The painting worth two hundred thousand, along with the name that caused Chen Cheng’s face to change dramatically, were clearly premeditated.

Now he even suspected that Chen Cheng’s presence in the audience might have been foreseen by Lin Nuo.

"What else do you want?"

Lin Nuo’s expression carried a hint of apology, "Sorry for troubling you, Director Chen, I’d like to invite someone on stage."

Ever since he suffered a major setback three years ago that almost made him unable to recover, Lin Nuo had realized one thing: never underestimate anyone in this world.

No matter how harmless or even weak they might appear.

The Director Chen in front of him was undoubtedly a smart person and had probably guessed some of his private arrangements.

Chen Weiwen sighed inwardly. At this point, if he didn’t agree to this request, the audience might not agree either.

"Is it the Leng Yuan you mentioned earlier?"

Lin Nuo’s expression darkened, he nodded, "It’s her."

"Where is she?"

"Already in the lobby on the first floor of the TV station."

Chen Weiwen gave Lin Nuo a deep look, then gestured to a nearby staff member, "Go and bring her up."

"Thank you, Director Chen."

After picking up the microphone, Chen Cheng hurriedly explained the accident earlier, "Sorry, my hand slipped." Upon seeing Lin Nuo return, he deliberately sneered, "Every one of my works is unique, why would I need to go and replicate it again? Only someone like you would be obsessed with copying others’ paintings, then creating your own to enter competitions. It serves you right if you crash and burn!"

Lin Nuo knew Chen Cheng wouldn’t really respond to his provocation by replicating his own work on the spot; after all, he had never actually painted it before, and replicating it would expose him in front of so many people.

Luckily, what he really wanted to hear was Chen Cheng’s claim that ’every work is unique’!

This person truly didn’t fail his expectations.

"Are you sure each of your works is unique?"

Seeing his reaction, Chen Cheng felt somewhat uncertain.

Earlier, when he was in the audience, he had just mocked this person a few times and Lin Nuo had already seemed like he wanted to eat him alive.

Now, holding the microphone and mocking him in front of so many people, Lin Nuo’s emotions seemed steadier.

Could it be that he really found some evidence?

Impossible, it had to be a bluff!

He wasn’t going to fall for it.

"What else? My fans all know my habits. I like to complete my paintings in one go because inspiration is fleeting. If I paint again, it doesn’t feel the same. After finishing, I scan and upload them online immediately to prevent people like you from exploiting my paintings. Even if someone wants to copy, they can only use my paintings for practice, not for other purposes. If anyone dares, my team of lawyers isn’t just for show!"

With that, a flash of inspiration hit Chen Cheng, and he couldn’t help but chuckle, "You’re not thinking of using replicas of my other works to accuse me of plagiarizing you, are you? Lin Nuo, would you mind switching to a new trick? Aren’t you tired of using the same one over and over? I’m certainly tired of it!"

Lin Nuo quietly listened to this tirade, then took a deep breath and said in a deep voice, "Green Plums, the Green Plums you sold a year ago, is now in my hands. The painting includes a small countryside courtyard..."

Before he could finish, Chen Cheng interrupted, "I once got the urge to go to a farmhouse for a vacation, saw the green plum tree in the courtyard, and painted that. So what? My family is rich, but that doesn’t stop me from wanting to stay at a farmhouse!"

"Is it interesting to forcibly bring this up without evidence?"

Compared to the clearly agitated Chen Cheng, Lin Nuo grew ever more calmly confident. After listening to this defense, he even smiled good-naturedly, "I wasn’t done speaking, what’s the rush?"

"You only talk nonsense anyway, so never mind, I’m too lazy to argue with you," said Chen Cheng, waving his hand as he prepared to throw down the microphone and leave the stage, but just then the recording studio doors were pushed open from the outside.

A loud, angry shout came straight in from the door, "Chen Cheng, you little bastard, I finally found you!"

This voice immediately drew everyone’s attention in the recording studio.

At first glance, all eyes landed on the girl sitting in the wheelchair at the hall entrance.

The girl had short, ear-length hair with bangs covering her forehead, and a sullen, pale face. Her eyes were dark but lifeless, with only a slight spark when she heard the name ’Chen Cheng.’

Pushing the wheelchair was a tall, dark-skinned man standing at least six foot three, but his hair was already graying. The deep "川" lines between his eyebrows deepened instantly as he looked at Chen Cheng standing on stage, his tiger-like eyes glaring as if he wanted to chew Chen Cheng up.

This time, without staff leading the way, he strode in pushing the wheelchair, stopped in front of the stage, let go of the wheelchair, and took a few steps up on his own. Many people hadn’t even reacted yet when he threw a punch.

Qian Yaya, who was standing a bit too close, clearly felt the force of the punch and was so shocked that she exclaimed softly. She was pulled back by Su Yi, avoiding any involvement.

The dull thud of the punch landing was amplified by the microphone, making everyone wince just from hearing it.

Chen Cheng, who was about to leave the stage, suddenly got a nosebleed.

"Calm down, calm down!" The host was really panicking now, "Sir, we’re still recording a show here. If you have any personal grudges against Mr. Chen, could you please hold off and settle them privately?"

Downstage, the girl quietly sitting in the wheelchair spoke softly, "Dad."

This word ’Dad’ was probably not heard clearly by many in the chaotic recording studio at this moment, but the furious man on stage suddenly changed his expression. The punch he was about to throw was halted mid-air and instead, he pointed fiercely at Chen Cheng, "You little bastard, just you wait."

Then he quickly changed his demeanor, raising a kindly smile towards the girl seated below the stage, "Hey, Yuanyuan, Dad just got so mad seeing that turtle sun. I couldn’t help it just now."

This ’Yuanyuan’ suddenly reminded everyone of Leng Yuan, whom Lin Nuo had mentioned earlier.

Seeing how Leng Yuan’s burly father looked as if he wanted to end Chen Cheng’s life right there on stage immediately filled everyone’s minds with many melodramatic scenarios.

When Leng Yuan was wheeled up onto the stage by her father, even the microphone was held to her lips by him, and everyone finally realized that despite looking whole, this girl couldn’t even lift the microphone herself.

The gazes cast upon her were filled with sympathy and pity.

Leng Yuan was long used to such looks.

Seeing Lin Nuo nod at her to indicate that she could speak, a slight wave stirred in her heart. She cleared her throat, "Hello everyone, I’m Leng Yuan, the original artist of ’Green Plums,’ and once, Chen Cheng’s girlfriend." She paused, snorting ironically, "However, being a girlfriend was just what I thought it was. I only realized after discovering he had ulterior motives for treating me well and when I despaired enough to jump off a building."

"Boom!"

The hall burst into an uproar.

This statement contained information that was almost too much to handle!