124: Plagarizing a Painting

Plagarizing a Painting

Wu Chong's expression did not change. He smiled and said, "I wonder if Elder Qi wants to seek justice for the person beside you?"2

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 shy away. "I think even though my disciple's standard is not as good as Wei Cheng's, it's still more than enough to compare to the others."

Wu Chong answered politely, "Alright, if your disciple is as good as you say, then I will 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 paint 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.

"Good." Wu Chuang began to comment, "This painting does indeed depict the pain of a mother losing her child. However, her pain is only superficial. Her eyes do not convey any pain. In addition, it pays too much attention to painting techniques and the lines are stiff. Instead, it shows more inadequacies."

Wu Chong pointed out Qin Churou's inadequacies sharply, and Qin Churou's face became stiffer and stiffer.

Qi Wenshi's face was not too good. He was angry. He was a Master of a generation. Couldn't he leave some face for him?

Wu Chong still smiled politely. "This painting is very outstanding compared to people of the same age. However, in the Youth Painting Competition, it is not outstanding."

In other words, he would not change the quota.

"Then I would like to see just 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. His gaze disdainful.

Sheng was just a junior. Qin Churou had received his guidance, so how could she be inferior to this Sheng?

He slowly opened the painting, and what entered his eyes was black.

Qi Wenshi sneered. "Chairman Wu, is this the good painting you were talking about?"

Wu Chuang smiled slightly and said, "Continue looking."

Qi Wenshi retracted his gaze. In his heart, he looked down on Wu Chuang, but what was there to be proud of after he became famous?

Qi Wenshi's disdainful gaze fell back on the painting.

The corner of his lips was a mocking smile.

If Sheng's painting was worse than Churou's, then don't blame him.

However, a few seconds later, his expression froze, and the contempt in his eyes turned into shock.

"Elder Qi, is Sheng's painting better than your disciple's painting? "Wu Chuang's tone was still very good.

Qi Wenshi looked carefully at the painting, trying to find out something wrong with it,

However, he could not find any flaws in it even if he was trying to find a bone to pick.

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.

However, it did not mean that he would let it go.

This painting was enough to shake the art world.

In his third year of high school, she was only seventeen or eighteen years old. No one would believe that she could make such an outstanding painting.

Qi Wenshi sneered and closed the painting. "Wu Chong, are you really sure that this painting is made by Sheng?"

Wu Chong frowned. "Elder Qi, are you suspecting that this painting belongs to someone else and Sheng is using someone else's painting to participate in the competition?"

He had seen many talented people, and Wei Cheng was one of them.

For Sheng to be able to draw such a painting, it did not mean that she must have plagiarized it. Perhaps there really was such a genius in the world.

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