With the emergence of Wu Wenshan and others!

The crowd got out of the way!

President of the Calligraphy Association!

President of the Art Association!

The founder of modern aesthetics!

Famous contemporary painters!

Everyone looked at the old man in Tsing Yi and his party blankly.

All of them were shocked!

Because these people are all in Jinling and even the whole of China, they are all high-ranking titans in the art world, and they can make the entire art world earthquake if they screw it out and stomp their feet.

But at this moment, they were all there!

The most shocking thing is the old man who walks in the front!

Because the other party is the first person in Jinling painting, Master Wu Wenshan Wu, who has the name of painting saint, his protégés are all over the world, and his works have attracted countless wealthy businessmen to rush to them, and they are like treasures!

Now it's on top of a small competition.

"Brother Ye!"

Li Yongmin hurriedly grabbed Ye Chen, and said anxiously: "Listen to my brother's persuasion, and apologize to Master Wu for a while, this matter is over like this today, don't be rash!"

"Yes, Mr. Ye, we don't want this award, Meng Meng is still young, and there will be many opportunities in the future!" Cang Shuxue also bit her lip and persuaded her.

It's really the big shots here today who are so shocking!

"Daddy......"

Seeing so many people coming, the cute little baby in Ye Chen's arms twisted his body a little uneasily.

"It's okay, Daddy is here!"

Ye Chen patted the little guy's hand, then raised his eyes to look at Wu Wenshan, and squinted: "Draw Saint Wu Wenshan?"

"Master Wu!"

Xu Anhua, the director of the Jinling Art Museum, hurriedly covered his swollen mouth and greeted him, very respectful, not daring to be disrespectful.

Wu Wenshan frowned slightly: "What's going on with your mouth?"

"I wasn't pumped by this kid yet!"

Xu Anhua glanced at Ye Chen with some resentment, when did the director of his dignified Jinling Art Museum suffer such a great insult?

At the same time, Zhao Yuanliang, who was kneeling on the ground, seemed to see a savior: "Uncle Wu, you must make the decision for me!"

"Bastard!"

An old man with gray hair walked out from behind Wu Wenshan, and the other party looked at Ye Chen without anger: "This is the Jinling Art Museum, not a street or alley, how can it be so wild?"

"That's right, young man, don't let Zhao Gongzi go quickly, otherwise you will bear the consequences!" another person stood up and scolded Ye Chen angrily.

However, Ye Chen was unmoved.

Wu Wenshan sighed lightly and said, "Young man, the old man is Wu Wenshan, can you spare Yuan Liang in the face of the old man?" Don't worry, the old man is fine!"

He didn't expect that it would be a one-of-a-kind competition, and it would eventually evolve to this point, and seeing that things were getting worse, he had no choice but to intervene to stop it.

As his voice fell.

Li Yongmin kept glancing at Ye Chen.

And Cang Shuxue was secretly tugging at the corner of Ye Chen's clothes, and both of them were signaling Ye Chen to hurry down this step.

"Spare him?"

Ye Chen said noncommittally: "This person has no tutor, since he can't teach well at home, I don't mind helping to educate him!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone's faces were full of anger.

Li Yongmin and Cang Shuxue had to smile bitterly.

Wu Wenshan's face also slowly sank: "Young man, don't entertain yourself, the old man will say it again one last time, let Yuan Liang go!"

"I just want a statement!"

Ye Chen hugged his daughter and sat down!

Wu Wenshan flicked his sleeves and couldn't help but sneer: "I said before that the few of them judged the winners and losers by what standard, and the old man answered now!"

"Their standards are set by the old man, the old man is the first person in Jinling calligraphy and painting, who is the first, who is the first!"

Speaking of this, he looked at Ye Chen fixedly, and his eyes could not be questioned: "Why are you not convinced?"

"Yes, Master Wu, as the first person to paint in Jinling, is known as the painting saint, and he is fully qualified to judge anyone!"

His words attracted the nods and praise of countless people!

And there is no way to refute it!

This world is like this, the strong say whatever they say, even a fart is fragrant, and the weak have no chance to argue.

"The first person to paint the Tao in Jinling?"

Ye Chen chuckled, as if he was disdainful: "It's just sitting in the sky, and it's worthy of pointing fingers in front of me?"

As his voice fell.

Everyone present looked at him with wide eyes and disbelief, their faces full of shock, and they thought that they and the others had misheard.

He actually dared to belittle Master Wu's level?

And Zhao Yuanliang couldn't help laughing when he heard this, as if he had heard something funny.

Wu Wenshan's painting level is recognized in China and even the world, but now some people say that he is sitting in a well and watching the sky, and he really dares to say it!

"Presumptuous, what dare you belittle Master Wu?"

"Yes, this kid is sincere in making trouble!"

"Get him out!"

The silence was followed by a burst of angry scolding, if the gaze could kill people, Ye Chen didn't know how many times he died.

Wu Wenshan raised his hand and signaled everyone to be quiet, then he smiled angrily and said, "Young man, in this way, you also know how to paint, do you dare to compare with the old man?"

After a pause, he said with a smile: "As long as there is the old man's three-point level, what about the first place in today's game for his daughter?"

Everyone also laughed: "Let this kid compare with Master Wu? What are you kidding? He can't catch up with Master Wu even if he paints for a hundred years!"

"You don't deserve to compare with me!"

Ye Chen shook his head slightly, and the corners of his mouth were mixed with a hint of ridicule: "At this level, just my daughter can win!"

"Bastard!"

Wu Wenshan finally couldn't help but burst into foul language.

Let him compare his generation of paintings with a little girl who has not dried up!

Don't take such an insult!

And at this moment, there was a commotion outside, as if someone was arguing, and before everyone could react, then a woman walked in quickly.

The woman looked at Wu Wenshan and stammered, "Wu ...... Master Wu, no, no, a group of foreigners came outside, and the other party said that your painting level is not as good as his, and he also challenged you!"

"What?"

Wu Wenshan's face suddenly sank.

Another person came out who said that his level was not good!

"Let them in!"

The president of the Art Association smiled coldly: "I want to see who dares to ignore Master Wu like this!"

The woman answered and walked out.

After a while, he led three men and two women in, all five of them were wearing kimonos, and they seemed to be from Dongying Country.

The leader was a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy with a delicate face and a somewhat pale face, but with an undisguised look of pride between his eyebrows.

After seeing the young man's appearance clearly, the faces of several art world leaders behind Wu Wenshan changed in unison, as if they had seen some fierce rival.

"What? It's him!"

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