"A mere barbaric country wants to leave just like that after slapping China's face?"
This voice was neither loud nor soft, but every single word was transmitted into everyone's ears, as if it had some sort of magical power.
The faces of the people who were initially humiliated and furious froze.
They could not help but look in the direction of the voice.
They saw Ye Chen walking out from the side while carrying Mengmeng.
"It's him, the brat who made Young Master Zhao kneel earlier!"
"Why is he standing out now?"
"Don't tell me he wants those Japanese to kneel too?"
"…"
Everyone could not help but recognize Ye Chen and his daughter when they saw them clearly. Subsequently, they had deep suspicion on their faces.
"Mr. Ye!"
"Brother Ye!"
Cang Shuxue and Li Yongmin were stunned at first before they spoke at the same time.
The two of them thought that Ye Chen was going to treat the Japanese like how he made Young Master Zhao kneel earlier. One had to know that these people were different from Young Master Zhao. Moreover, one of them was the Art Saint of Japan.
The consequences would be unimaginable if they were touched!
Meanwhile, Wu Wenshan and the rest looked at Ye Chen.
Sato Seiichi and the rest who had just taken a few steps turned around. Kazuhiko Inoue smirked coldly without any fear, "Why? The Chinese can't afford to lose? Is that why you want to attack us? "
At the same time.
The three Japanese young men subconsciously stood in front of Sato Seiichi.
The director of Jinling Gallery's expression changed, and he hurriedly berated, "Brat, what are you doing? Step back. This isn't a place for you to behave atrociously! "
"Young man, if you dare to act recklessly today, I really won't be able to protect you!" Even Wu Wenshan shouted in a deep voice.
It did not matter if China lost!
Twenty years later, there would be new talents who would go to Japan to regain their dignity!
However, China could not make people think that they could not afford to lose!
That would be the most embarrassing thing!
"Mr. Ye, come back now!" Cang Shuxue was so anxious that she was about to cry!
She felt that she had never been as excited as she was today in the 20 years she had lived. First, Ye Chen made Zhao Yuanliang kneel, scaring her to death. Now, he was targeting the Japanese.
Ye Chen said nothing. Instead, he walked to Sato Seiichi and the rest step by step while carrying Mengmeng. He said extremely coldly, "Just the few of you trash? How dare you say that China is just so-so? "
At this point, he lowered his head to look at the cute little baby in his arms, who had an innocent look on her face, and said in a powerful voice, "Do you believe it? My daughter's scribbles can crush you? "
As soon as these words were spoken, the entire place fell silent.
Everyone stared at each other with a funny look on their faces.
Did we hear it wrong?
How dare this kid say that his daughter's work could defeat the young Japanese Art Saint who defeated Master Wu?!
Even Sato Seiichi and the other Japanese were stunned for a moment before they burst into laughter, "Hahaha, the Chinese are not capable, but they sure are good at talking. We've learned something new!"
Sato Seiichi looked at Mengmeng's innocent face.
Then, he laughed as well.
Everyone looked ashamed when they heard this.
Cang Shuxue wished she could find a hole to hide in!
She did not deny that Mengmeng did have talent in painting, and her skill was better than her peers. However, how could she compete with the young Art Saint of Japan?
Sigh!
Mr. Ye was bragging too much!
She stomped her feet, feeling ashamed!
"How dare you!"
A big shot from the Jinling art world was shaking in anger. He glared at Ye Chen angrily, "Don't you think we've embarrassed ourselves enough? Leave now! "
"That's right. Even Master Wu lost. What can your daughter, a four or five-year-old girl, do? Go back and learn for another 40 to 50 years! "
Ye Chen snickered.
He glanced at Wu Wenshan and the rest and said rudely, "You guys can't do it. It only means that you guys are a bunch of trash. It doesn't mean that my daughter can't do it!"
After saying that, he carried Mengmeng to a table at the side. He grabbed a piece of paper and a brush and put his daughter down. He said after putting her down, "Mengmeng, come, daddy will teach you how to paint today!"
The little girl raised her head and looked at him with uncertainty, "Daddy, can I really do it?
Believe in yourself and believe in daddy! "
Ye Chen smiled lightly and patted her head dotingly.
"This young man is crazy. He's really crazy!"
Everyone was furious, and then they sneered.
Wu Wenshan could not help but shake his head, "Nonsense, it's pure nonsense!"
"Someone go and stop him. Don't embarrass our country!"
Someone said coldly. Just as he was about to walk over, he heard Sato Seiichi, who had been silent all this while, say with a faint smile, "Forget it. I'd like to see how a Chinese girl can crush me today!"
His words were filled with mockery.
Everyone could only look at Ye Chen and his daughter furiously. If looks could kill, Ye Chen would have died countless times.
After Mengmeng held the brush, she pouted and said, "Daddy, what should I draw?"
"Draw whatever you want!" Ye Chen held her hand softly.
"I want to draw a dragon!"
"Xiaohei told me that its dream is to transform into a dragon. I'll draw a dragon and bring it back. Xiaohei will be very happy to see it."
"But I don't know how to draw a dragon. Daddy, what does a dragon look like?"
"It's okay. Daddy will teach you how to draw it!"
The little girl seemed to have thought of something and smiled sweetly. Then, she gripped the brush tightly and dipped it into the inkstone.
"Pa da!"
Perhaps it was because there was too much ink, a large amount of ink dripped onto the drawing paper, completely polluting it. It even splashed onto the little girl's face.
Whoosh!
Everyone was in an uproar when they saw that.
She did not even know how to use a brush!
How could she even draw?!
Cang Shuxue covered her eyes with her hands. She could not bear to watch that.
"Daddy …"
The little girl looked at Ye Chen in fear because of her mistake.
"It's okay. Continue!"
Ye Chen held her little hand tightly and began to draw on the clean part of the paper.
First, the dragon head.
Dragon eyes!
Dragon whiskers!
It was the first time the little girl held a brush. Her hands kept shaking, causing the drawing to be distorted. It looked like a kindergarten child's scribbles.
A big shot from the Jinling art world said, "Master Wu, hurry up and ask this father and daughter to leave. I can't bear to watch this anymore. We can't afford to lose face!"
"That's right!"
The rest nodded.
Wu Wenshan frowned. Just as he was about to speak, he suddenly exclaimed and stared at the little girl's drawing.
"This …"
"This …"
"This …"
He suddenly opened his mouth and said that three times in a row!
At the same time.
Sato Seiichi, who was initially watching the show, had a change of expression as if he had seen something unbelievable. He muttered, "Spirituality, spirituality. This Chinese child's brush and ink actually have spirituality!"
Everyone looked again, but they still could not see anything special.
After Mengmeng finished drawing the dragon's tail, she lowered her head and looked at the ink-stained dragon. She said guiltily, "Daddy, I'm sorry. I-I didn't draw it well!"
"No, you drew it well!"
"Aren't you curious about what a dragon looks like? Daddy will let you experience it today! "
Ye Chen chuckled softly and took the little girl's brush. He pointed the tip of the brush at the eyes of the dragon in the painting.
With this stroke of his brush!
The dragon in the painting moved violently. It shook its head and wagged its tail. A dragon's roar suddenly rang out.
A gust of wind suddenly blew!
"What's that sound?"
"What happened?"
Everyone was stunned at first!
Following which, the golden dragon suddenly flew out from the drawing paper. Its body grew in the wind and soared into the sky, roaring incessantly.
Pitter patter!
Raindrops the size of beans suddenly fell!
There was only a blank piece of paper left!
There was no ink at all!
At this moment!
The world suddenly fell into a deathly silence!
At this moment!
Everyone's expressions froze!
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