Chapter 412 Apologize to Master Lin

Fang Mingli stroked his beard and said proudly: "President Cui is also clear about this matter. Master Lin is a well-deserved master of both Chinese painting and oil painting!"

For a moment, the masters present looked at Lin Chen with eyes as fierce as wolves and tigers.

"At only 20 years old, he is a master of both? This is too unbelievable, isn't it?"

"Yes, what is the concept of a master of both? How many years has China not produced one?"

"Is this true? I have some doubts..."

"What do you mean? It's fine if you question what Mr. Fang said, but now even President Cui dares to question it?"

"No, I, that's not what I mean..."

...

The people watching nearby started to quarrel.

At this moment, another loud voice came.

"Old Fang! You guys are all here!"

Lin Chen also looked back and saw another little old man.

But... there were also a few young people like Ming following behind him.

They were so arrogant, but they wilted the moment they saw Lin Chen.

Like a defeated wild dog, their heads drooped weakly on their chests.

Lin Chen didn't even look at them.

However, the one who brought them here should be their teacher, the great master of oil painting - Zuo Rong, right?

As expected, Fang Mingli stepped forward and slapped Zuo Rong on the shoulder.

"Old Zuo, you are finally here."

Zuo Rong laughed twice: "You old guy, you are still the same as you were back then!"

"By the way, I saw you guys were chatting so happily just now, what were you talking about?"

Fang Mingli also laughed and said: "Let's talk about the painting world, a person who is pushing the old wave behind the Yangtze River."

"Oh?" Hearing this, Zuo Rong suddenly became interested: "Are you talking about the one who is very popular recently, Master Lin?"

"Exactly!" Fang Mingli said.

That proud look, as if Master Lin was himself.

Lin Chen was helpless.

Is he exaggerating too much?

At this time, Zuo Rong's eyes fell on Lin Chen: "This... is that Master Lin?"

Lin Chen smiled faintly and said politely: "Master Zuo, please forgive me."

Luo Xin, who was next to him, looked at Lin Chen with a look of love.

How could there be such a person in the world?

So perfect, rich, beautiful and talented!

This kind of person is simply cheating, a bug in this world!

So handsome...

I really want to be with him...

Luo Xin blushed and her mind was in a mess.

She shook her head and pinched herself again, and then she was a little more sober.

Mingsheng's face was very ugly.

Who is his teacher?

The grandmaster who has been famous in the oil painting world for a long time, now even he has to be so polite to this kid...

This kid is definitely a master.

But, a master in his twenties, Mingsheng didn't know if he was crazy or the world was crazy.

Is the threshold of the master so low now?

He was quietly backing away, trying to slip away.

He just targeted Lin Chen, it would be bad if he caused trouble...

At this moment, someone suddenly said: "Huh? Isn't this kid the one who just said that Master Lin was a thief at the entrance?"

Mingsheng was stiff, and felt that almost all the blood in his body rushed to his brain.

For a moment, everyone's eyes were attracted.

The man was shocked, not knowing that his words attracted the attention of so many people.

Zuo Rong looked directly at the man: "Tell me, who said that Master Lin was a thief just now?"

Being watched by so many masters, the man was very scared.

He swallowed his saliva and trembled to point at Mingsheng behind Zuo Rong: "He, him."

At the end, he added: "We all saw it."

Mingsheng felt a bolt of lightning flash through his mind, and even his tongue was almost tied.

"Teacher, this is a..."

"Snap!"

Before he finished speaking, Zuo Rong slapped him hard.

Mingsheng covered his face, staggered twice, and fell to the ground.

His face swelled up at a speed visible to the naked eye, and even the corners of his mouth were oozing with blood.

Zuo Rong pointed at him and cursed him with a look of disappointment: "You bastard! Who is Master Lin? An extremely rare double master!"

"Even I have to respect him, who are you? How dare you say that Master Lin is a thief?"

Mingsheng's brain was buzzing.

The people around him looked at him angrily.

They are all people who admire art, and they have special respect for artists!

Now they meet someone who insults a double master, how can they not be angry?

"Old, teacher, I was wrong. This is really just a misunderstanding..."

"Misunderstanding?" Hearing this, Zuo Rong became even angrier: "You apologize to Master Lin right now!"

Fang Mingli also hurriedly persuaded: "Old Zuo, calm down, don't get angry and hurt yourself."

The people around him also hurriedly echoed: "Yes, Old Zuo, you are a benchmark in the oil painting world, don't get angry and hurt yourself."

"Old Zuo, please relax, your health is important!"

"Nothing is more important than your own health!"

Mingsheng's face flushed.

Let him apologize to that kid...

Seeing that he didn't move for a long time, Zuo Rong's heart was also half cold.

Zuo Rong coughed a few times to remind him, but he still didn't say a word.

"If you don't apologize to Grandmaster Lin, don't be my student in the future." Zuo Rong looked at Ming Sheng on the ground coldly.

He was a bright student with average talent and nothing outstanding, but he was arrogant.

If it weren't for the fact that he usually respected himself, he would have stopped teaching him.

After hearing Zuo Rong's words, Ming Sheng seemed to have suffered a huge blow, and his face instantly turned pale.

His teacher is Zuo Rong, a great master of oil painting, which is his capital to be proud of outside.

If Zuo Rong doesn't want him anymore...

Then it's all gone.

Moreover, he will become a laughing stock in the art world, and he will not be able to survive in the entire art world.

After all, who would dare to accept someone that Grand Master Zuo Rong doesn’t want?

After thinking for a while, Ming Sheng decided to stand up, covered the side of his face that was hit, and walked towards Lin Chen unsteadily.

"Grandmaster Lin, yes, I'm sorry!"

"Didn't you eat? Louder!" Zuo Rong scolded unhappily.

Ming Sheng took a deep breath and said, "Grandmaster Lin, I'm sorry, I was wrong!"

He lowered his head, waiting for Lin Chen's forgiveness.

But Lin Chen didn't even look at him.

For him, he couldn't even take a look at Ming Sheng, an ant-like figure.

But Luo Xin next to him walked up.

"Is your name Mingsheng?" Luo Xin asked.

"Yes, yes." Ming Sheng was a little confused.

He didn't understand what this little loli was looking for.

But Luo Xin just looked him up and down and nodded: "Yes, I will remember you."

Then, he followed Lin Chen's footsteps with a lollipop in his mouth.

She is a gentle person.

You can't kick this stupid dog's head in front of Lin Chen.

But this matter won’t just be forgotten.