Under the furious gazes of countless passers-by …
A young man in a white suit and sunglasses walked out of the Hummer. He was carrying a young boy who was about six or seven years old and was dressed fashionably.
As he walked out, many passers-by were shocked.
"It's the young master of the Zhao family, Zhao Yuanliang!"
Someone was about to curse, but after hearing the exclamation, his body shuddered, "What? He's the Zhao family's devil incarnate? "
The rest were not much better.
Zhao Yuanliang's name was just too famous in Jinling!
He was the second young master of the wealthy Zhao family in Jinling, one of the most dazzling people in the circle of wealthy families in Jinling, and the leader of the third generation of the younger generation in Jinling.
He was a typical hedonistic son of a wealthy family, nicknamed the Devil Incarnate. With his family background, he could be said to be domineering in the entire Jinling, and no one dared to offend him.
The young man in the suit smirked in disdain. Subsequently, he lowered his head and said to the little boy in his arms, "Yang Yang, how was it? Did you enjoy driving uncle's car? "
"Uncle, I didn't kill anyone. It wasn't satisfying."
The little boy's tender features revealed a hint of arrogance.
Countless people were furious when they heard that.
The Hummer that rushed into the supermarket and almost hit someone was driven by a six or seven-year-old child. Moreover, he did not feel guilty at all after that. Instead, he said that it was not satisfying because he did not kill anyone.
Mengmeng hugged Ye Chen's arm and said, "Daddy, they're too bad."
Little Fatty Li Erguo spat on the ground rudely, "Daddy, did you see that? This is the rich second generation that they talk about on TV. Compared to him, I'm much better. "
"The ancient capital of the Six Dynasties!"
Li Yongmin was so angry that he laughed. His expression was extremely terrible.
Ye Chen heard every single word of the passers-by. Subsequently, he shook his head, "The third generation of a wealthy family. No wonder he dares to be so fearless!"
Young Master Zhao smirked coldly as countless passers-by pointed at him, "What are you looking at? Go back and look at your mother! "
After saying that, he raised his hand, wrote a check, and threw it into the supermarket behind him, "I'll pay for today's losses, Young Master Zhao!"
After saying that, he drove the Hummer away.
"What kind of person is he? Is this how they teach their children? "
Even a girl like Cang Shuxue could not help but be furious. "Also, how can a minor drive around on the road so brazenly? Is there no law?"
She took out her phone and was about to call the police.
Li Yongmin hurriedly stopped her. "Teacher Cang, don't be rash. We can't afford to offend this kind of person."
…
After such a disappointing incident, everyone did not have a good appetite. After taking two bites, Li Yongmin rushed to pay the bill and returned to the art gallery under Cang Shuxue's lead.
Over ten minutes later, all the children who participated in the competition gathered at the gallery under their parents' lead. Even the few who were on the same bus as Ye Chen earlier were there.
Everyone's faces were filled with anticipation and excitement. Their gazes towards each other were filled with vigilance. Clearly, they had also realized what the first place in today's painting competition represented.
At the same time, there was a commotion at the back of the crowd.
Everyone turned around and saw five bodyguards in uniforms surrounding a young man walking over. No one dared to stop the bodyguards. Even if someone did not make way, they would be pushed away.
"Why is it him again?!" Li Yongmin and Cang Shuxue were shocked when they saw the young man's appearance.
It was because the young man was the young master of the Zhao family, Zhao Yuanliang, whom they had met outside earlier. At that moment, he was still carrying the six or seven-year-old boy in his arms and walking over with a piece of chocolate in his mouth.
"It's Young Master Zhao!"
"I didn't expect him to come too. Is he bringing the child in his arms to participate in the competition?"
"F * ck, even Young Master Zhao brought someone to participate in this competition. What chance do we have?"
"…"
The crowd was in an uproar.
To them, this so-called children's painting competition was nothing to the wealthy families. They did not expect Zhao Yuanliang, the second young master of the Zhao family, to participate as well.
"Could he be here for Master Wu Wenshan?"
Someone's eyes flickered.
Zhao Yuanliang was arrogant the entire time. He did not care about anyone at all. On the other hand, the little boy in his arms looked at the children fiercely and said disdainfully, "A bunch of trash. Do you think you're worthy of competing with me, Zhao Yang?"
Everyone was furious, but they did not dare to say anything.
At that moment, a woman in a cheongsam walked over with a microphone. As she walked, she shouted, "The examination is about to begin. Leaders of all regions, please bring your contestants in with me. Parents, stay outside!"
"Do I need to stay outside?" Zhao Yuanliang smiled faintly.
"Yo, isn't this Young Master Zhao?"
The woman hurried over and said respectfully, "Of course you don't have to stay outside. Please, please, I'll bring you in personally."
Zhao Yuanliang enjoyed her respect very much. He carried the child and swaggered in under the indignant gazes of all the people.
Anger was anger.
However, since they were already there, it was impossible for them to go back now. Hence, the scene was in a mess. Countless parents kept cheering for their children.
"Ye Mengmeng, Li Erguo, Guan Muze, Chen Xiaohai …"
As the leader of Tiannan, Cang Shuxue closed the register and said, "Follow me in. As for the parents, stay outside. We'll come out after the competition. Don't worry."
Mengmeng grabbed the corner of Ye Chen's shirt tightly and said timidly, "Daddy, I want you to go in with me."
"Don't worry. Daddy and Sister Qianqian will be watching you. Do your best. I have confidence in you." Ye Chen kissed her while smiling.
"Daddy, I'll definitely get first place!"
The little girl waved her little fists and walked into the art gallery under Cang Shuxue's lead.
Before leaving, Li Erguo grinned and said, "Uncle Ye, don't worry. I won't let anyone bully Mengmeng. After all, I didn't get my weight from drinking water."
"Get lost!"
Li Yongmin kicked him.
The fat on the little fatty's body shook and disappeared.
Li Yongmin turned around and comforted Ye Chen, "Don't worry, Brother Ye. It's just a children's painting competition. It's no big deal."
Ye Chen smiled and said nothing. Instead, he released his Divine Consciousness and watched his daughter's every move.
…
There was a manor on the mountain behind Jinling Art Gallery.
After Zhao Yuanliang led his seven-year-old nephew, Zhao Yang, into the manor, he finally bowed to an old man in green in the hall and said with a smile, "Yuanliang greets Uncle Wu!"
Sitting in front of him was a green-robed old man. The old man had an indifferent expression, and his body gave off a scholarly aura. Beside him stood a few men, and every single one of them had a powerful aura.
If there were outsiders present, they would be shocked to discover that these people were the seniors of the entire Jinling art world. There was the president of the Calligraphy Association, the president of the Calligraphy Association, and the president of the largest Chamber of Commerce in Jinling …
However, these people were extremely respectful because the old man in green was the Art Saint, the No. 1 painter in Jinling, Wu Wenshan!
Wu Wenshan opened his eyes and looked at Zhao Yuanliang. In the end, his gaze landed on the seven-year-old Zhao Yang. He nodded slightly and said, "Is this kid the descendant of my old friend?"
"Yes, Uncle Wu!"
Zhao Yuanliang refused to accept his previous arrogance. After nodding politely, he said, "Uncle Wu, my second grandpa hopes that Zhao Yang can become your disciple."
"Don't worry!"
Wu Wenshan nodded slightly and said, "I've already informed the judges. If this child can get first place this time, I'll show up and accept this child as my disciple!"
"Thank you, Uncle Wu!"
After thanking him, Zhao Yuanliang left with his nephew.
After he left, an old man could not help but say, "Master Wu, I heard that this young master from the Zhao family has never learned how to paint. He can't even draw an egg. If he gets first place, I'm afraid the public won't be convinced.
Whoever I think is first will be first. Who dares to disagree?! "
Wu Wenshan smiled faintly.
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