Chapter 534 Today's Losses Will Be Paid for by Mr. Zhao!

In the angry eyes of countless passers-by.

A young man in a white suit and sunglasses walked out of the Hummer, and in his arms was a fashionable little boy about six or seven years old.

As he walked out, many passers-by were surprised.

"It's Zhao Yuanliang, the son of the Zhao family!"

Someone was about to curse, but after hearing this exclamation, his body suddenly trembled: "What? He is the devil of the Zhao family?"

The rest of the people were not much better.

It's really that the three words Zhao Yuanliang are too famous in Jinling!

The second son of the Zhao family, a wealthy family in Jinling, the most dazzling people in the wealthy circle of Jinling, and the leader of the third generation of young people in Jinling.

This is a typical dandy, nicknamed the devil of the world. Relying on his family background, he can be said to be domineering in the whole Jinling, and no one dares to provoke him.

The young man in a suit sneered, then lowered his head and said to the little boy in his arms: "Yangyang, how is it? Is it fun to drive your uncle's car?"

"Uncle, I didn't kill anyone, so I'm not satisfied."

The little boy's immature features revealed a hint of arrogance.

When this was said, countless people were angry.

It turned out that the Hummer that rushed into the supermarket and almost hit someone was driven by a six or seven-year-old child, and he didn't feel guilty at all afterwards, but said things like "I didn't kill anyone, I'm not satisfied."

Meng Meng hugged Ye Chen's arm and said: "Dad, they are so bad."

The little fat boy Li Erguo spitted down without hesitation: "Dad, did you see it? This is the rich second generation mentioned on TV. Compared with him, Fatty is much better."

"What an ancient capital of the Six Dynasties!"

Li Yongmin laughed in anger, his face was extremely ugly.

Ye Chen also heard every word of the passers-by's shouting, and then shook his head: "The third generation of a wealthy family, no wonder he dares to be so unscrupulous!"

Faced with the pointers of countless passers-by, Mr. Zhao smiled coldly: "What are you looking at? Go back and see your mother!"

After that, he raised his hand to write a check and threw it into the supermarket behind him: "Mr. Zhao will pay for today's losses!"

After that, he drove the Hummer away again.

"Who is this person? Is there anyone who teaches children like this?"

Even Cang Shuxue, a girl, couldn't help but get angry: "Also, a minor can drive a car blatantly on the road, is there any law?"

After that, she took out her mobile phone and was about to call the police.

Li Yongmin hurriedly stopped her: "Teacher Cang, don't mess around. We can't afford to offend such people."

...

After such a disappointing incident, everyone's appetite was not very good. After eating a few bites casually, Li Yongmin rushed to pay the bill and returned to the art museum under the leadership of Cang Shuxue.

More than ten minutes later, all the children who came to participate in the competition gathered in the art museum under the leadership of their parents, even those who had been on the same bus with Ye Chen before.

Everyone's face was full of expectations and excitement, and they looked at each other with a strong sense of vigilance. Obviously, they also realized what the first place in today's painting competition represented.

At the same time, there was a commotion from the back of the crowd.

Everyone looked back and saw five uniformed bodyguards surrounding a young man walking towards this side. No one dared to stop the bodyguards wherever they passed, and even if someone didn't get out of the way, they would be pushed away.

"Why is it him again!" After seeing the young man's appearance clearly, Li Yongmin and Cang Shuxue were shocked.

Because the young man was the young master of the Zhao family, Zhao Yuanliang, whom he met outside before. At this time, he was still holding the six or seven-year-old boy in his arms and walking with a piece of chocolate in his mouth.

"It's Young Master Zhao!"

"I didn't expect that even he came. Did he bring the child in his arms to participate in the competition?"

"Oh my god, Young Master Zhao brought people to participate in this competition, so what chance do we have?"

"..."

The crowd was in an uproar instantly.

In their opinion, this so-called children's painting competition was not worth the rich people's attention, but they didn't expect that Zhao Yuanliang, the second young master of the Zhao family, would also come to participate.

"Could it be that he came for Master Wu Wenshan?"

Some people's eyes flickered constantly.

Zhao Yuanliang was arrogant throughout the whole process, not taking everyone in his eyes at all. Instead, the little boy in his arms looked at the children at the scene with a fierce look, and said with disdain: "A bunch of trash, are you worthy of competing with me, Zhao Yang?"

Everyone dared to be angry but did not speak.

At this time, a woman in a cheongsam came over with a microphone, shouting as she walked: "The exam is about to begin. Team leaders of each region please bring your contestants with me, and parents stay outside!"

"Do I need to stay outside?" Zhao Yuanliang smiled.

"Oh, isn't this Mr. Zhao?"

The woman hurried over and said respectfully: "Of course you don't need to stay outside, please, please, I will take you in personally."

Zhao Yuanliang enjoyed her respect very much, holding the child in his arms, and walked in with a swagger in the eyes of everyone's indignation.

Angry is angry.

But since they are here, it is definitely impossible for them to go back now, so the scene was in chaos for a while, and countless parents kept cheering for their children.

"Ye Mengmeng, Li Erguo, Guan Muze, Chen Xiaohai..."

As the leader of the Tiannan team, Cang Shuxue called everyone's names one by one, closed the roster and said: "You follow me in, and the parents will stay outside. We will come out after the game is over, don't worry."

Mengmeng tightly grabbed Ye Chen's clothes and said timidly: "Dad, I want you to go in with me."

"It's okay. Dad and your sister Sissi will always pay attention to you. Let's have a good competition. Dad has confidence in you." Ye Chen smiled and kissed her.

"Dad, I will definitely take first place!"

The little guy waved his pink fist and finally walked into the art museum under the leadership of Cang Shuxue.

Before leaving, Fatty Li Erguo grinned and said: "Uncle Ye, don't worry, Fatty, I won't let anyone bully Mengmeng. After all, Fatty's tonnage was not obtained by drinking water."

"roll!"

Li Yongmin flew over with a kick.

The little fat man shook off the fat on his body and disappeared in a flash.

Li Yongmin then turned around to comfort Ye Chen: "Brother Ye, don't worry, it's just a children's drawing competition, it's no big deal."

Ye Chen smiled and didn't say anything. Instead, he shrouded his consciousness and completely grasped his daughter's every move.

…

There is a manor on the hill behind Jinling Art Museum.

After Zhao Yuanliang led his seven-year-old nephew Zhao Yang into the manor, he finally bowed to an old man in blue in the high hall and said with a smile: "Yuanliang has met Uncle Wu!"

In front of him sat an old man in green clothes. The old man had a calm demeanor and exuded a hint of scholarly aura. Next to him were several men standing, each of them possessing a strong aura.

If there are outsiders present, they will be shocked to find that these people are seniors in the entire Jinling literary and art circle, including the president of the Calligraphy Association, the president of the Painting and Calligraphy Association, and the president of the largest chamber of commerce in Jinling...

However, these people are extremely respectful at this moment, because the old man in Tsing Yi has the name of Painting Saint, Wu Wenshan, the number one painter in Jinling Painting!

Wu Wenshan opened his eyes and looked at Zhao Yuanliang, and finally his eyes fell on the seven-year-old Zhao Yang. He nodded slightly and said, "Is this baby the Queen of my old friend?"

"Back to Uncle Wu, yes!"

Zhao Yuanliang refused to accept his previous unruliness, nodded politely, and then said: "Uncle Wu, my second grandfather hopes that Zhao Yang can become your disciple."

"do not worry!"

Wu Wenshan nodded slightly and said: "I have already greeted the judges. This child can take first place. When the time comes, I will come forward and accept this child as my disciple!"

"Thank you Uncle Wu!"

After Zhao Yuanliang thanked him, he took his nephew and left.

After he left, an old man couldn't help but said: "Master Wu, it is said that this young master of the Zhao family has never learned to draw, and he can't even draw an egg. If he is ranked first, I'm afraid he will be dissatisfied." Everyone?"

Wu Wenshan flicked his sleeves!

"Whoever I think is number one is number one. Who dares to dissent?!!!"

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