After Being Blackened All Over the Internet, I Ruled the Military Variety Chapter 342: Conclusive Evidence, Exposed on the Spot

Leng Yuan ignored Chen Cheng’s furious gaze, "When Lin Nuo found , I honestly didn’t want to stir things up anymore. A mont of poor judgnt in the past brought my family to ruin, while Chen Cheng continued being the rich heir of the Chen Group, soone we couldn’t and dared not provoke."

Many people felt a deep connection with these words, their expressions turning solemn.

Family ruin and death, these four words are truly heavy!

"But Lin Nuo told that I wasn’t the only case. Not just my ’Green Plums’ inexplicably beca soone else’s, other people were victims too, and it was more than just one."

All eyes involuntarily turned to Chen Cheng, who was still holding his nose.

If they rembered correctly, when this person first got on stage, he was proudly boasting about selling many artworks, even claiming he sold so for prices as high as four or five hundred thousand.

Now looking at it, were these works really created by Chen Cheng?

Leng Yuan, whose paintings were stolen, ended up like this; what about others who were also robbed? Would they suffer the sa fate as Leng Yuan?

Just thinking about it sent chills down their spines.

"I understand what it feels like to have your own work stolen by a thief. It’s a piece of hard work, even an emotional attachnt and a belief to persevere, so I eventually decided to agree to Lin Nuo’s request and co here."

"Shut up!"

The words were interrupted, and Leng Yuan turned to look over, eyes full of disgust as they fell on Chen Cheng’s face, "What, are you afraid?"

"I don’t even know you, you’re crazy, and your dad is crazy too, daring to hit people on the show. Who would believe the words of a madman!"

After venting, Chen Cheng turned around eager to jump off the stage, but was stopped by Lin Nuo.

"Move aside!"

Lin Nuo simply looked at him coldly, "If you leave now, it ans you’re guilty, running away in defeat. Are you admitting to plagiarism?"

Chen Cheng glared fiercely, "I am not!"

"If you’re not, then why wouldn’t you dare to stay?"

Chen Cheng’s temples throbbed violently, only realizing he was cornered with no way out.

He wanted to call his family, but when he checked his pockets, he rembered the program team had all their phones surrendered before entering the recording hall to prevent spoilers before airing.

"I have no interest in playing these gas with you, Lin Nuo. Impressive that you even found such special actors to clean your na!"

Watching the trapped beast’s desperate struggle, Lin Nuo calmly let him finish speaking, "Say what you want. I have prepared other evidence for you, at great effort. Aren’t you going to stay and see it?"

Chen Cheng clenched his fists, holding back from shattering the calm with a punch, his heart growing more agitated, face unknowingly flushed red, although he himself didn’t realize it.

"Young Master Chen’s expression is terrifying, blindly guessing that everything Leng Yuan says must be true."

"This is being fild for a show; no one would dare to act on national TV. No need to hesitate, it must be true."

"His expression is nothing. If all is true, what he did is terrifying. With the backing of the Chen family, he’s lawless!"

Lin Nuo’s manner was still gentlemanly, but Leng’s father wasn’t so polite.

He stepped forward directly, grabbed Chen Cheng by the collar like catching a chick, and hauled him back, "You little bastard, did I say you could leave?"

The crowd: "..."

Looks like there’s no worry about Chen Cheng running away!

Leng Yuan watched Chen Cheng being hauled back, unmoved by the plea in his eyes, "Dad, take out my painting and the photos. And Lin Nuo, yours as well."

With one hand still holding Chen Cheng, Leng’s father took a well-preserved scroll out of his bag with the other hand, and after glancing at the people standing on stage, he finally passed it to Jiang Lingxi, who was standing in the corner.

"Please help hold this, young lady."

Before coming here, he was specifically instructed and really understood how important the painting in his hand was.

The heavy hands of boys might accidentally tear it. Among the three other girls, two seed a bit afraid of him, only the young lady in the corner appeared the calst.

Jiang Lingxi raised an eyebrow, glanced at Chen Cheng who was still being held, and reached out to take the painting from his other hand.

"Thank you. And these photos too, please help with those."

Jiang Lingxi took the photos and saw the top one was of a green plum tree, with a mother and daughter eating plums underneath, the little girl with pigtails, though puckered by the sourness, was obviously a young Leng Yuan at a glance.

Lin Nuo also took out his own ’Green Plums’ which he bought for two hundred thousand.

With evidence ready, soon the three works on the big screen were replaced, this ti with the large and small yet nearly identical ’Green Plums’, alongside a few slightly yellowed photographs.

Leng Yuan stared at the big screen for a while before finally speaking into the mic fixed before her by the program team, "Chen Cheng didn’t know I had a habit when creating art. Before officially starting a piece, I like to draw a small version first to see if I’m satisfied. Chen Cheng tricked my ’Green Plums’ away with deceitful words, but he didn’t know I still had a small version of ’Green Plums’.

And those few photos show our yard’s green plum tree when we used to live in the countryside, which is the prototype of the ’Green Plums’ in my painting. The back of each photo has the date taken, there’s no faking that. Chen Cheng, can you still say with absolute certainty that ’Green Plums’ is your creation? Our family never had a farmhouse, nor did we entertain young masters like you!"

Li Wanxuan looked sympathetically at Leng Yuan, now only able to move her head while sitting in a wheelchair, and voluntarily approached the two works to examine them carefully.

Just by looking alone at this ’Green Plums’, it’s clear that she was also a naturally talented and spiritually gifted young girl in painting and calligraphy.

It’s just a pity she can no longer hold a pen.

"I, Li Wanxuan, can responsibly tell everyone that these two ’Green Plums’, one large and one small, are indeed made by the sa hand. They indeed both have the characteristics of the plum tree in the photos." She said as she waved to the guests, "You all co and take a look too."

Jiang Lingxi, standing next to the works, nodded as she heard Li Wanxuan calling, "You can tell it’s the sa person who painted it, so brush habits are exactly the sa, this is hard to imitate, let alone mimic exactly." Pausing, she continued, "Coincidentally, I just used my phone to search online for more of this young Chen’s works and found sothing interesting."

Li Wanxuan cooperated from the side, "Oh?"

"After checking, I realized Young Master Chen’s works vary in style to the point of near impossibility. He easily handles completely opposite styles. I personally can’t do it, and I’m quite impressed by this."

This remark brought out a few chuckles from those present.

All those present had so understanding of painting and calligraphy, naturally knowing that a famous painter generally develops their own unique style, which is how they beco recognizable, a consensus within the circle.

Just like when Mr. Li previously appraised Su Yi’s teacher, who was also his junior apprentice-brother, describing them as ’Spiritual Thoughts into Painting’, that was a distinctive feature unique to a painter.

Jiang Lingxi was clearly being sarcastic with her words.

With Mr. Li’s endorsent for ’Green Plums’, it’s now definitively established that Chen Cheng stole it from Leng Yuan, and those other stylistically varied works are also likely stolen from others, leading to a complete lack of style unity.

Lin Nuo glanced at Jiang Lingxi, who had made a sardonic point; originally, he planned to ntion this, but she had said it first, with good effect.

He followed up on this by saying, "I also discovered Chen Cheng owns a painting and calligraphy studio, operating on a semi-charitable basis. It’s well-known that learning to paint is expensive, and many start loving art but eventually give it up due to financial constraints. Chen Cheng’s studio takes advantage of this, attracting many talented but financially unsupported young artists. Initially appearing to fund their creations, these people gradually grow attached to the studio due to gratitude and other emotions, whereupon they’ll be persuaded into signing contracts akin to selling their souls. Thus, even if these individuals produce sufficiently excellent works, they do not own them; they belong to Chen Cheng. This is how he has built his reputation."

"He’s not so rising star of the art world, but a cancerous tumor!"

He was determined to co on this show, not just to clear his na but also to expose Chen Cheng in front of everyone who will watch the program, unveiling all of his malevolence on the spot.

The rest of his life pinned to the pillar of sha as a plagiarist!