311: C311 Whose Work

C311 Whose Work

"You really dare to say that. If you don't nominate Lil 'Violet, who wouldn't know how to talk bad? You really do show off to me. Is this little sister Lil Violet?"

The gold-rimmed glasses only revealed a look of disdain and didn't say anything. However, the girl beside him opened her mouth first. She immediately changed into a disdainful expression and mocked.

Although the two young men didn't directly point at Ye Mo's nose and scolded him like a scholar. However, everyone present, including Ye Mo himself, could tell who the target of these words was.

"Does this little brother even know this? I wonder what little brother's name is? "

Elder Zhao turned around and asked Ye Mo.

"Grandfather, he's just a nameless kid. I've never heard of him before, what questions do you have?"

The young girl called Lil Violet was once again disdainfully interrupted Elder Zhao's question.

When Elder Zhao heard his granddaughter say that, he immediately lost interest in Ye Mo. Originally he thought it might be some young master of some family or something, but now it seemed that he was just a little kid who liked to pretend to be good. He didn't ask any further and directly turned his head to continue studying the painting.

Zong Hu's expression immediately darkened. He had brought Ye Mo here. Elder Zhao's attitude had not only smacked Ye Mo's face, but also his own face!

Zong Hu did not attack immediately, but his gaze towards Elder Zhao was already emotionless. A little girl is fine, but as the head of the Zhao Family, you have such an attitude. Haha, we have a long road ahead of us.

Unlike Elder Zhao, the red-faced old man named Qi, who had a straightforward personality, didn't have much of a pedigree. He smiled at Ye Mo and asked, "Little brother, tell me, whose painting is this? Let me see if our eyes are the same."

"I think it's better for the two of you to say it together. Otherwise, even if you're clearly wrong, you won't admit it."

The change in Zong Hu's expression only lasted for a few seconds before it returned to normal. However, Old Master Tang, who was still paying attention to the movement of the 'audience group', was completely shocked.

"Hey!" "Look at what you're saying, Brother Tang. If I can be such a person, then I'll listen to you. I'll talk to you together with my little brother."

The old man surnamed Qi was not angry at this general who did not have any ill intentions and had intentionally pulled his relationship with Ye Mo, so he had obviously seen through some kind of subtle emotion. Unlike Elder Zhao, he was present when Zong Hu and Ye Mo entered the door.

The old man surnamed Qi glanced at Elder Zhao, who was still looking at the painting. He was too lazy to talk to Ye Mo, and the corner of his mouth curled up slightly.

"I'm also quite curious about your views. Even now, I still don't quite believe it."

The old man that looked like a Daoist priest stretched out his hand to stroke his beard as he spoke.

Ye Mo and the old veteran named Qi looked at each other and said the same name at the same time.

"Zhang Daqian."

"Zhu Lu."

After the two of them reported their names, everyone present was stunned. This was because the two of them were not talking about the same person!

"Vermilion? This is impossible, right? Seems like this Mountain Stone Diagram should be a Zhang Daqian's imitation, how can it possibly still be a real painting! "

If Ye Mo reported another name, the old man surnamed Qi would only smile and then find a way for the other party to go down. However, the name Ye Mo said was exactly the same as the name he suspected, which meant that Ye Mo didn't say anything carelessly, but he really did understand!

"It looks like it is. Tsk, it looks like it is. There isn't even a sign for it. It can't possibly be a painting by Zhu Nu."

For some reason, Elder Zhao's granddaughter had a huge prejudice against Ye Mo as she mocked in a low voice.

"That's right, little sister Lil Violet is right. Only a brain-dead person would think that it was Zhu Lu's work. We don't need to pay any attention to him."

The young man with gold-rimmed glasses licked his lips along with the wind and glared at Ye Mo with hostility.

As the saying goes, the most important thing to attract a girl was to attract her attention. Although he didn't know why the girl next to him was so hostile towards Ye Mo, but it gave him a sense of crisis.

Seeing the two young people acting like monkeys, Ye Mo couldn't help but be a bit speechless, but he was also too lazy to care about it. When the gold-rimmed glasses saw Ye Mo not saying anything and was preparing to take advantage of the victory, he stepped on him a few more times to deepen his position in the hearts of the people he liked, the Taoist old man who rarely talked said anything opened his mouth and spoke.

"I agree with Little Brother Ye that this painting should be Mr. Zhu Huang's real work."1

The old man had just finished speaking when the entire hall immediately quieted down. The needle falling down could be heard, and the golden-rimmed glasses' mouth didn't even close before biting down on its own tongue.

Old Master Tang, as the painter, didn't seem to be surprised, but his gaze towards Ye Mo became more frequent. Being able to see through this painting with a glance, it could only mean that this young man wasn't an ordinary person.

"This..." "How is this possible, Grandmaster, you must be joking."

The youth with the gold-rimmed glasses never thought that he would scold the Buddha just now. If word of this got out, then he wouldn't have to stay in the circles anymore. He would hurt the master with his words, and people in the circles would despise him no matter where he went.

"I, Wuqing Zi, will not reveal my uncertain conclusion."

Even a good-natured person would feel uncomfortable after being scolded by someone as such. Although the old Daoist man wasn't angry, he was still a bit angry.

Yes, he did not come here for nothing after all.

Hearing that the least talkative old man revealed his name, although it was within Ye Mo's expectations, he still felt in a good mood. At least, he didn't come for nothing, so he could at least explain himself to Wei Chuan.

This charming and Taoist old man was the chief designer of Weitai Group, the honorary president of the National Calligraphy Association, Wuqing Zi!

In the world of calligraphy and painting, Wuqing Zi's position was at the top. His calligraphy was hard to find even if one had gold coins. Furthermore, he rarely mentioned his calligraphy piece to others, making the price of his calligraphy piece even higher.

Facing this fame and fortune that was hard to come by for ordinary people, Wuqing Zi was able to protect himself from the pollution of the secular world. Every piece of work that was auctioned off was donated to the poverty-stricken areas and charities without any money.

This was one of the reasons why Wei Chuan didn't have any ideas after he knew that he had accidentally angered Wuqing Zi. Putting aside his illustrious background, Wuqing Zi was also his elder. It would be weird if he didn't have a headache.

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