Chapter 533: Jinling Painting Saint Wu Wenshan!

If Cang Shuxue's first sentence didn't arouse everyone's interest, then the last sentence completely caused an explosion in the car.

A man with a big belly was shocked and exclaimed subconsciously: "What? Can the first placer in the competition be accepted as a disciple by Master Wu, the Painting Saint? Is it true?"

"Really or not? With Master Wu's status, how could he be interested in this small children's painting competition?" A man wearing gold-rimmed glasses and a Chinese character face couldn't stop the shock on his face.

"Who is this painting saint you are talking about?"

Some parents said they had never heard of it.

As soon as he finished speaking, he was immediately met with ridicule from the middle-aged man with a big belly: "You have never even heard of the name of Master Painting Saint Wu. I have to say, you are too low!"

The man suddenly looked embarrassed.

The middle-aged man glanced at the crowd, and after seeing that several people didn't know, he couldn't help but introduce them in a ostentatious manner: "You only know Xu Beihong and Qi Baishi, but you don't know the painting sage Wu Wenshan!"

"Master Wu is a leading figure in Chinese calligraphy and painting circles, and is a descendant of Wu Daozi. He is as famous as Qi Baishi and others. His painting skills have reached the level of perfection."

Having said this, he paused and talked again: "It is said that Master Wu once painted a picture of a spring outing in the countryside. As soon as the painting was completed and the ink was not dry, countless butterflies and bees rushed to fly to the painting. flutter."

As soon as these words came out, everyone couldn't help but take a breath of air.

It was just a painting, but it actually caused Bee and Die to go crazy. Has Master Wu's painting skills reached the point where the fake is mistaken for the real one?

"more than!"

The previous middle-aged man wearing gold-rimmed glasses pushed up the frame and said again: "Master Wu is the number one painter in Jinling. Even the president of the Jinling Painting and Calligraphy Association is his disciple. It is rumored that there were once overseas A wealthy businessman offered Master Wu a sky-high price of US$100 million to paint for him, but in the end, Master Wu was not even seen.”

The whole car suddenly became quiet.

Everyone felt shocked, obviously they didn't expect that there was such a person in this world. Now even the arrogant young woman with red makeup on her face and a bloated body couldn't sit still.

If her child gets first place in a competition and then becomes a disciple of Wu Wenshan, what does that mean? It's almost unimaginable.

In fact, she was not the only one who thought this way, almost everyone in the car had their eyes flickering.

Li Yongmin looked at the little fat man who was still eating, and suddenly became angry: "You bastard, did you hear that? This time you go to the competition, you must give me a voice, strive to get the first place, and then join Wu Master’s disciple!”

"Do not care!"

The little fat man wiped his greasy mouth and said nonchalantly: "So what? Is it possible that if he draws a chicken leg, it will turn into a real chicken leg? It can't be eaten."

"Dad, please stop drawing these big cakes for me. Fatty, I still know how many pounds I have. Fatty, I don't have any ambitions in this life. I just want to sleep, eat, eat, sleep, and then wait for you. After I die, I will inherit the inheritance and continue to sleep, eat, and sleep.”

"You...who do you want to be?"

Li Yongmin was almost angry to death, so he just hit him!

Ye Chen shook his head slightly, but he didn't care about this painting saint. Not to mention that his painting skills were so superb, even if he could turn stones into gold and add the finishing touch, it was no big deal.

When he was in the fairy world, there was a painting workshop under the heaven, commanding dozens of the most powerful painters in the world. These people could change the color of the world and the world with just a touch of a brush, and whatever they painted would become anything.

compare to.

What does a mere mortal painting saint mean?

The reason why he accompanied his daughter to participate in the competition was simply because Su Yuhan and her daughter liked it. As long as they liked it, Ye Chen would satisfy them.

Even if they want the moon in the sky and the dragon in the sea!

Ye Chen can also go up to the sky to catch the moon, and go down to the sea to catch the dragon!

On the contrary, he admired the temperament of the little fat boy Li Erguo. This boy was a typical representative of the new century otaku, with a broad heart and a fat body, and had no desires or desires.

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Around one o'clock in the afternoon.

The bus finally arrived at its destination - Jinling Art Museum.

The art museum is located at the foot of Zhongshan Mountain. Along the way, you can also see the flower and bird market and the natural park. It also allows people in the car to see the beautiful scenery and cultural atmosphere of Jinling, the ancient capital of the Six Dynasties, which is unparalleled in the south.

The car finally stopped in the open space outside the art museum. After the group got out of the car, they saw that there were all kinds of people around them, including young and old.

"Everyone, the game is less than an hour away. I know everyone is hungry along the way."

Cang Shuxue looked at the time and then said to everyone: "Let's go to eat something first and walk around nearby. We will meet here at 1:50, but we have agreed first that we can't go too far. Otherwise, you may not be able to participate in the competition. In addition, you must pay attention to safety.”

Before she could finish her words, most of the parents took their children and walked towards the nearby commercial street, their faces full of excitement.

"Fat Master is hungry!"

The little fat man looked at Li Yongmin eagerly.

The corner of Li Yongmin's mouth twitched slightly, and he couldn't help but hold his forehead and said: "You have been eating along the way, aren't you full yet?"

"Dad, I'm hungry too!"

Mengmeng looked around, then hugged Ye Chen's thigh and looked at Ye Chen expectantly. Although Sissi beside her didn't speak, looking at her sluggish look, she was probably starving.

Ye Chen touched the heads of the two little guys, then looked at Li Yongmin on the side: "Brother Li, how about we find a place to eat together?"

Along the way, he only chatted with Li Yongmin and his son.

"Okay!"

Li Yongmin smiled and nodded, and said to Cang Shuxue: "Teacher Cang, let's go together? You have been talking to us all the way and haven't eaten much."

"Okay, thank you!"

Cang Shuxue smiled slightly.

...

Several people walked to the nearby commercial street and found a fairly high-end restaurant to sit down and order something.

As soon as the little fat man sat down, he called the waiter and waved his hand and said generously: "Uncle Ye, Teacher Cang, my dad is treating today, you can order as much as you want, don't save money for him, he is a contractor, and he has made a lot of money over the years."

Li Yongmin had a dark face and didn't speak.

How can you cheat your own father in front of outsiders? Am I still your father? Didn't I just drink some Erguotou and beat you a few times before?

"Give me a serving of duck blood vermicelli, thank you!"

Cang Shuxue chuckled and ordered one.

Mengmeng ordered more than a dozen edibles in one breath: "Dad, I want to eat soup dumplings, Zhou Hei Ya, this, and that..."

Li Yongmin's face became darker.

When it was Qianqian's turn, the little girl seemed a little reserved and followed Cang Shuxue to order a serving of duck blood vermicelli.

"It's okay, order whatever you want, I'll pay for it today." Ye Chen saw her reservedness and handed the menu back to her.

After he said that, Li Yongmin felt a little embarrassed and hurriedly said: "Brother Ye, I'll pay for it. This bastard is right. Brother has indeed made some money by contracting construction sites over the years."

"Uncle, how much money did you make?" Mengmeng asked curiously.

The little fat man blurted out subconsciously: "It's not much, just a few billion, but my dad is too stingy, he likes to wear cheap clothes, and he only smokes Yunyan cigarettes that cost a few yuan a pack..."

"Hurry up and eat yours!"

Li Yongmin coughed repeatedly.

As he was talking, there was a sudden brake sound downstairs, followed by a lot of screams.

Everyone looked up.

On the street outside, a Hummer was very domineering and rushed on the street, and finally drove into a supermarket, smashing the glass door to pieces. Countless people stood outside to watch and point fingers.

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