Chapter 124
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Wu Chong's expression did not change. He smiled slightly and said, "I wonder if Old Master Qi wants to seek justice for the person beside you?"
The topic shifted to Qin Churou.
When Wu Chong saw Qin Churou, he had already guessed that Qin Churou was Qi Wenshi's student.
"Yes." Qi Wenshi did not avoid it. "I think although my disciple's standard is not as good as Wei Cheng's, it's still more than enough to compare to others."
Wu Chong replied very politely, "Okay, if your disciple is really as good as you say, then I'll return the spot to her."
He looked at Qin Churou. "May I know your name?"
Qin Churou answered.
Wu Chong nodded and returned to his office to take out two paintings. One of them was Qin Churou's.
He opened it and asked, "Did you draw this?"
"Yes." Qin Churou nodded.
Qin Churou drew a scene of a woman kneeling on the ground with a dead child in her arms on a rainy night.
"Okay." Wu Chong began to comment, "This painting does indeed depict the pain of a mother losing her child. However, her pain is only on the surface. Her eyes do not convey any pain. In addition, she pays too much attention to painting techniques. The lines are stiff, and it shows more shortcomings. "
Wu Chong sharply pointed out the shortcomings of Qin Churou's painting. Qin Churou's expression became stiffer and stiffer.
Qi Wenshi's expression was too good. It was because he was angry. He was a master of his generation after all. Couldn't they leave him some face?
Wu Chong still smiled politely as usual. "This painting is very outstanding compared to its peers, but it's not considered outstanding in the Youth Painting Competition."
In other words, he would not change the quota.
"Then I'd like to see how good that Sheng's painting is." Qi Wenshi sneered.
Wu Chong handed the painting to Qi Wenshi. "This is her painting."
Qi Wenshi took it with a disdainful gaze.
Sheng was just a junior, and Qin Churou had received his guidance. How could she be worse than Sheng?
Slowly opening the painting, what entered his eyes was a sea of black.
Qi Wenshi sneered, "Chairman Wu, is this what you call a good painting?"
Wu Chong smiled and said, "Keep watching."
Qi Wenshi retracted his gaze. In his heart, he looked down on Wu Chong. However, Wu Chong became famous after him. What was there to be proud of?
Qi Wenshi's disdainful gaze landed back on Hua Hua.
His lips curled into a mocking smile.
If Sheng Sheng's painting was worse than Churou's, then don't blame him.
However, a few seconds later, his face stiffened, and the contempt in his eyes turned into shock.
"Elder Qi, is Sheng Sheng's painting better than your disciple's painting?" Wu Chong's tone was still very good.
Qi Wenshi looked at the painting carefully, trying to find out what was wrong with it.
However, he could not find any flaws even if he tried to pick a bone in an egg.
Qi Wenshi raised his head. Anyone with a discerning eye could tell that this painting was better than Qin Churou's. He could not lie through his teeth.
However, it did not mean that he would let it go just like that.
This painting was enough to shock the art world.
No one would believe that a third-year high school student could make such an outstanding painting at the age of 17 or 18.
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