Chapter 30 A Slap in the Face

The weather was perfect, with not a cloud in the sky.

The beautiful white building is an outline constructed from irregular shapes, which is enough to make people's hearts fall in love at first glance.

Today, many reporters came to the Berlin exhibition hall, and the only entrance was completely blocked. No painter in China has had such influence for many years.

Luo Meijuan, dressed elegantly, never stopped smiling. "Xiyan, do you see? All these people have come for you. You are truly your mother's pride."

Luo Meijuan was also a painter, and she knew all too well what such popularity meant for an artist. This would be an incredibly glorious moment in her daughter's artistic career.

Xie Xiyan wore a bright green cheongsam, her long hair styled into a gentle bun, secured with a sandalwood hairpin, and her exquisite makeup added to her charm.

However, Xie Xiyan wasn't very excited; in fact, she seemed impatient. "Mom, do you think all these people came for me?"

With a slight frown, Xie Xiyan's face darkened. "The person they want to see is Amanda."

Amanda's Weibo post caused a sensation in the art world within just one hour, an influence that most painters cannot achieve.

Xie Xiyan couldn't understand why Amanda would suddenly come to her art exhibition, which made her feel inexplicably uneasy.

Luo Meijuan had her own ideas: "Who cares who they came for? As long as these people can create momentum for you, they will become our help. Amanda is just doing the work for you."

Hearing Luo Meijuan say this, Xie Xiyan's sullen expression improved.

Just then, a senior figure in the industry warmly stepped forward to greet her, "Congratulations in advance on the success of today's art exhibition, Ms. Xie."

Xie Xiyan immediately put on a smiling face, "It's all thanks to the seniors, otherwise I wouldn't have achieved my success."

In any circle, mutual flattery is a rule.

The middle-aged painter looked at the oil painting hanging in front of him and said, "Miss Xie is too modest. To have achieved such success at such a young age, she is sure to have a bright future."

Xie Xiyan was very pleased. Who doesn't like to hear nice things? She even became a little proud. "Actually, it hasn't been easy along the way, but all the hard work has been worth it to achieve what we have today."

The middle-aged painter glanced at her, a hint of disdain in his eyes.

What's so difficult about her? With wealthy parents supporting her, it's hard to believe she has any troubles.

He silently scoffed, but couldn't voice it. The middle-aged painter sighed in agreement, "Yes, I'm an artist too. I understand all the hardships along the way. By the way, Miss Xie and Amanda are good friends, right? When is she arriving?"

Instantly, Xie Xiyan's smile vanished, her lips twitching. "I'm not entirely sure either. I suddenly remembered I have something to attend to, so please excuse me for a moment."

After saying that, Xie Xiyan turned around in a hurry and walked to a corner where there were few people. She stomped her feet in anger.

Xie Xiyan gritted her teeth, her face turning ugly.

Looking at the endless stream of people at the art exhibition, at least two-thirds of them came for Amanda, while the remaining third were shills hired by Xie Yuanyang and Luo Meijuan.

She was unwilling to accept it, truly unwilling to accept it.

Come to think of it, it's all that damned bitch Xie Nanzhi's fault. If it weren't for her, I wouldn't have ended up like this.

Xie Xiyan stared intently at the doorway. Suddenly, a commotion erupted as everyone frantically rushed in the same direction.

She heard someone calling Amanda's name.

Could it be Amanda?

Xie Xiyan frowned and clenched her palms tightly.

A woman with a curvaceous figure, wearing a champagne-colored fringed dress, slowly walked out of the crowd, surrounded by a group of people.

At the same time, a barrage of questions from reporters followed.

"Amanda, did you and Miss Xie know each other before? Did you come here specifically to support Miss Xie?"

"You have always been low-key and rarely appear in public. Your sudden appearance this time must have brought us a surprise."

"After you achieved legendary status three years ago, you disappeared from the public eye until recently. What caused you to suddenly disappear for three years?"

Bright eyes and white teeth, beautiful and charming.

In fact, Xie Nanzhi's beauty is the kind that has an aggressive edge, but three years of being a virtuous wife and loving mother has overshadowed her sharpness.

Her beautiful eyes were slightly flirtatious, and her gaze inadvertently fell on Xie Xiyan, who was not far away.

A slow smile curved Xie Nanzhi's lips beneath the veil. She said softly, "Actually, I'm not very familiar with Miss Xie. However, three months ago, my master refused to accept her as his last disciple. I happened to be back in the country on some business and heard that Miss Xie was going to hold a solo art exhibition, so I thought I'd join in the fun and help Miss Xie analyze where she might be lacking. The sea of ​​knowledge is boundless; perhaps I'll have the honor of being her junior sister in the next life."

With such aggressive words, anyone could tell that Amanda wasn't there to support her, but rather to sabotage her.

The reporters looked at each other, somewhat at a loss.

At that moment, Xie Xiyan had already walked over.

Xie Nanzhi's smile deepened, but the coldness in her eyes was like a still pond in the dead of winter. "Ms. Xie, we meet again. I didn't expect that you were rejected by Feibiao Gallery just a few days ago, and then you turned around and came back to China to hold an art exhibition? Is the threshold for art in China so low now?"

Upon hearing this, the onlookers were completely bewildered.

Xie Xiyan was rejected not only by Mosil, but also by the Flying Bird Gallery? I've never heard of that before.

On the other hand, although Xie Xiyan has some talent, it is still a bit presumptuous of her to try to climb up to Mosier and the Flying Bird Gallery.

Xie Xiyan's face gradually turned pale under the disdainful gazes of the crowd. She glared fiercely at Xie Nanzhi, "Miss Amanda, are you here to sabotage me?"

Seeing Xie Xiyan humiliated in public, Xie Nanzhi was in a good mood. She walked gracefully forward, her slender hand gently resting on Xie Xiyan's shoulder, her eyes defiant. "I've already said I'm here to give you pointers. Miss Xie, there's no need to thank me."

With her slender figure moving gracefully, her skirt lapped against her ankles like waves on the sea. Xie Nanzhi didn't say anything more, but walked step by step towards the most eye-catching picture hanging in the exhibition hall.

Everyone followed closely behind.

Xie Nanzhi tilted her head back, carefully examining the painting in front of her. "The painting technique is skillful, and the use of color is beautiful. No wonder it's hung in the center. But Miss Xie, what is the meaning behind this painting? Could you tell us?"

When painters create a painting, especially abstract painters, each painting expresses an emotion, an idea they want to convey to the public.

Upon hearing this, Xie Xiyan's gaze sharpened.

How could she possibly know what Zhao Sinian was trying to express? She had dozens of paintings on display; was she supposed to memorize them all?

Xie Xiyan frowned and could only make something up on the spot, "This painting is called 'Muddy Pool.' When I was creating it, all I could think about was the helplessness and pain of being in a desperate situation, and the despair we felt when we were in the muddy pool."

"Oh? I never expected that Miss Xie, who has such a comfortable life, could create such artistic works. There is a reason why Miss Xie can stand out among young painters."

What happened?

Does Amanda acknowledge Xie Xiyan's talent?

Wasn't she here to sabotage us?

This painting was Xie Xiyan's favorite, and she knew that once it was exhibited, it would definitely impress everyone.

Xie Xiyan sneered, her sharp gaze meeting Xie Nanzhi's. "You're not the only hardworking person in this world. I'm no worse than anyone else."

Xie Xiyan was beaming with pride, thinking that she had finally turned the tables.

Even if Amanda is incredibly talented, you can't nitpick her.

If you want to embarrass her in public, you'll have to wait until your next life.

Just then, a voice resounded throughout the entire exhibition hall.

"You're talking nonsense. These paintings weren't painted by you at all."