If Cang Shuxue's first sentence did not pique everyone's interest, then the last sentence completely caused an uproar in the car.
A pot-bellied man's face was filled with shock. He exclaimed by instinct, "What? The winner of the competition can be taken in as the disciple of the Art Saint, Master Wu? Are you serious? "
"Are you serious? With Master Wu's status, how could he be interested in such a small children's art competition? "A square-faced man wearing gold-rimmed glasses could not hide the shock on his face.
"Who is this Art Saint that you guys are talking about?"
Some parents expressed that they had never heard of him.
As soon as he finished speaking, the pot-bellied middle-aged man mocked him, "You haven't even heard of the Art Saint, Master Wu? I have to say, you're too lowly!"
The man looked embarrassed.
The middle-aged man glanced at the crowd. Seeing that a few people did not know, he could not help but introduce them as if he was showing off, "You guys only know Xu Beihong and Qi Baishi, but you don't know the Art Saint, Wu Wenshan!"
"Master Wu is a leading figure in the art world of China. He's also the descendant of Wu Daozi. He's as famous as Qi Baishi and the rest. His art Dao has reached a godly level."
At this point, he paused for a moment and continued, "It's said that Master Wu once drew a painting of a spring outing in the suburbs. As soon as the painting was completed, before the ink was dry, it attracted countless butterflies and bees to the painting."
Everyone could not help but gasp when they heard that.
It was just a painting, but it attracted butterflies and bees. Had Master Wu's art reached a level where he could pass off the fake as the real thing?
"That's not all!"
The middle-aged man wearing gold-rimmed glasses pushed his glasses and said again, "Master Wu is the No. 1 painter in Jinling. Even the president of the Jinling Calligraphy Association is his disciple. Rumor has it that a wealthy overseas businessman once offered Master Wu a whopping 100 million US dollars to paint for him, but he did not even get to see Master Wu."
The entire car fell silent.
Everyone felt extremely shocked. Clearly, they didn't think that there would be such a person in this world. Now, even the arrogant young woman with red makeup on her face and a bloated figure couldn't sit still.
If her child won first place in the competition and became Wu Wenshan's disciple, what would that mean? It was almost unimaginable.
In fact, she wasn't the only one who thought that way. Almost everyone in the car had their eyes flickering.
Li Yongmin looked at the little fatty, who was still eating, and immediately became angry. "Brat, did you hear that? This time, you have to do your best to win first place and become Master Wu's disciple! "
"I don't care!"
The little fatty wiped his oily mouth and said nonchalantly, "So what? Could it be that his drawing of a drumstick could turn it into a real drumstick? You can't eat it. "
"Dad, don't flatter me. I know what I'm capable of. I don't have much ambition in this life. I just want to sleep, eat, and sleep. When you die, I'll inherit your inheritance and continue to sleep, eat, and sleep."
"You … Who do you think you are?"
Li Yongmin almost died of anger. He pretended to hit her!
Ye Chen shook his head lightly. He did not care about this Art Saint at all. Putting aside the fact that his Art Dao had reached a godly level, even if he could turn stone into gold and paint a dragon, it would not be a big deal.
When he was in the Immortal World, there was an art workshop under the Heavenly Court. It commanded dozens of the most powerful painters in the world. With a casual wave of their hand, they could change the color of heaven and earth. Anything they drew would become anything.
Compared to that …
What was a mere Art Saint in the mortal world?
The reason why he accompanied his daughter to the competition was because Su Yuhan and his daughter liked it. As long as they liked it, Ye Chen would satisfy them.
Even if they wanted the moon in the sky and the dragon in the sea!
Ye Chen could also capture the moon in the sky and capture the dragon in the sea!
On the other hand, he admired little fatty Li Erguo's personality. This guy was a typical representative of the new era's otaku. He was broad-minded and fat, and he had no desires.
…
Around one in the afternoon.
The bus finally arrived at its destination, the Jinling Art Gallery.
The art gallery was located at the foot of Mount Zhong. Along the way, they could see the flower and bird market and the nature park. It also allowed the people on the bus to see the beautiful scenery and cultural atmosphere of the ancient capital of Jinling. It was not something Tiannan could compare to.
In the end, the bus stopped in the open-air area outside the art gallery. After they got off, they saw that there were already people of all kinds around them, bringing the old and the young.
"Everyone, there's less than an hour before the competition. I know everyone is hungry."
Cang Shuxue looked at the time and said to everyone, "How about this? You guys go eat something first and walk around nearby. Gather here at 1: 50 pm. However, I'll say this first. Don't go too far, or you might not make it in time for the competition. Also, be careful."
Before she could finish, most of the parents brought their children to the nearby commercial street, their faces filled with excitement.
"I'm hungry!"
Little fatty looked at Li Yongmin eagerly.
The corner of Li Yongmin's lips twitched slightly. He could not help but hold his forehead and say, "You've been eating along the way. Aren't you full yet?"
"Daddy, I'm hungry too!"
Mengmeng looked around and hugged Ye Chen's thigh. She looked at Ye Chen in anticipation. Although Qianqian, who was next to her, did not say anything, looking at how dispirited she looked, she was probably starving.
Ye Chen patted the two little girls' heads and subsequently looked at Li Yongmin next to him, "Brother Li, why don't we find a place to eat together?"
Along the way, he only chatted with Li Yongmin and his son.
"Sure!"
Li Yongmin nodded with a smile and said to Cang Shuxue, "* * *, shall we? You've been talking to us along the way and haven't eaten much. "
"Alright, thank you!"
Cang Shuxue smiled.
…
The few of them walked to the nearby commercial street and found a high-end restaurant to sit down and order.
As soon as Little Fatty sat down, he called the waiter over. He waved his hand and said generously, "Uncle Ye, * * *, my dad's treating today. Just order as much as you want. Don't save money for him. He's a contractor and has earned a lot of money over the years."
Li Yongmin's face darkened and he said nothing.
'Who would scam their own father in front of outsiders? Am I still your father? Didn't I just hit you a few times after drinking some Erguotou? '
"Give me a bowl of duck blood vermicelli, thank you!"
Cang Shuxue snickered and ordered one.
Mengmeng ordered more than ten dishes in one go, "Daddy, I want to eat soup dumplings, Zhou Hei Duck, and this, and that …"
Li Yongmin's face darkened even more when he heard that.
When it was Qianqian's turn, the little girl seemed to be a little reserved. She also ordered a bowl of duck blood vermicelli like Cang Shuxue.
"It's alright. Order whatever you want to eat. I'll pay the bill today." Ye Chen saw through her reservations and handed the menu to her again.
Li Yongmin felt a little embarrassed when he said that. He hurriedly said, "Brother Ye, let me pay the bill. This brat is right. I've indeed earned a lot of money from contracting construction sites all these years."
"Uncle, how much did you earn?" Mengmeng asked curiously.
Little Fatty blurted out subconsciously, "Not much, just one or two billion. But my dad is too stingy. He likes to wear cheap clothes and only smokes cigarettes that cost a few yuan a pack …"
"Hurry up and eat!"
Li Yongmin coughed continuously.
Just as he was speaking, the sound of a car braking came from downstairs, followed by many screams.
Everyone looked up.
On the street outside, a Hummer was barging through the streets in a domineering manner. In the end, it drove into a supermarket and smashed the glass door. Countless people stood outside and pointed at it.
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