"Since they've only just started, there are plenty of people who paint better than them. But calling anyone who paints better than you a master is inappropriate," the middle-aged man said disdainfully. "How can he be called a master?"

Because there was a commotion over there, many people were watching.

No time to look at the paintings.

Even those who didn't go to watch could hear what they were saying.

Some onlookers whispered, "Tan Jinyi's teacher is He Haoyan, and his uncle is Dong Yanzhen. How dare these people say that about Tan Jinyi?"

"I think these people have bad intentions and are here to cause trouble. Maybe they are Shan Zhaowei and his ilk."

“I don’t know who they are.”

"They probably felt that even if they talked about everything, He Haoyan and Dong Yanzhen wouldn't come to them for such a small matter."

"Yeah, just like those celebrities and the rich second generation, they've been subjected to a lot of criticism and verbal attacks. Aren't their parents powerful? But who speaks up for their children? If they really spoke out, wouldn't they be ridiculed to death?"

"It's true. Everyone has to go through this. We ordinary people have people around us who say bad things about us behind our backs, not to mention that as public figures, they must bear even more. Having said that, since they have become public figures, they receive more attention and earn more money, so it's understandable that they have to bear more pressure. It's impossible to have both the benefits and the obligations. "

"What Shan Zhaowei said earlier was excessive. He Haoyan and Dong Yanzhen only came out to prove their identities to Tan Jinyi and stated that they agreed to Tan Jinyi using the painting as the title sequence. Other than that, they didn't say anything."

"So, if we simply question the quality of Tan Jinyi's paintings, I guess He Haoyan and Dong Yanzhen wouldn't say anything. Otherwise, if they call the parents as soon as something goes wrong, it would be so embarrassing."

"I'm now curious about what these people do."

"Where are the five of them? I just saw them gathered together to discuss something. They seemed to have bad intentions."

I wonder who in the crowd said, "If talking about everything doesn't make you a master, then you are?"

The middle-aged man's face darkened, and he heard someone in the crowd say, "These young students may not be that professional. Although what you said is harsh, it's not wrong. Anyone who can draw better than them cannot be called a master."

Tan Mo and Wei Zhiqian walked forward hand in hand.

Everyone in the Tan family followed.

Because except for Tan Wenci and Xu Mingzhen, everyone else was wearing a hat and a mask.

Wei Zhiqian wore a hat and sunglasses.

Tan Jinyi wore a hat that covered most of his face.

In addition, he has only recently gained some exposure, and although everyone has seen a few photos of him on the Internet, the memory of him is not very deep.

Therefore, even if Tan Jinyi was only wearing a hat, no one could recognize him for a while.

Tan Jinqi and Tan Jinsheng were equipped with hats and masks, and were fully equipped.

The middle-aged man looked over and saw that the person who was talking was Tan Mo.

"It's just that at least these students have seen how good Tan Jinyi's paintings are. But they haven't seen how good you are at painting," Tan Mo said loudly. "We don't even know your level yet, so why do we have to sit here and listen to your advice?"

The middle-aged man didn't expect that there was a nosy person among the crowd of onlookers.

"You mean you want me to draw a picture here to prove it to you?" The middle-aged man seemed amused. "Even if I don't draw, I can prove that I definitely have the ability and qualifications to say what I just said."

"Didn't this student ask how to draw wind?" the middle-aged man said, pointing to the painting. "Look, the water splashing from the waterfall spreads outward. It's not just because of the splash, but also because of the wind, so the direction of the water is tilted."

"You look at the water flow; the water flow draws the direction, not just because the water surface is tilted, but also because of the wind blowing."

"Look at the hem of the figure in the painting; it's fluttering in the same direction as the splashing water and the water's flow," the middle-aged man said. "Wind can be painted, but it can also be drawn. It's impossible to truly draw something as invisible as wind."

"But we can use reference points in the painting. For example, the direction of the swaying leaves, the direction of the leaning flowers and plants, the direction of the water flow, the direction of the flying stones, to interpret the presence of wind in the painting."

"You didn't notice these details, but they affected your senses, telling your subconscious that there is wind in this painting. Take a closer look, is that right?"

The students, including the onlookers, looked at the painting again and suddenly realized something.

Looking at this middle-aged man again, his eyes are different.

Although this guy has an arrogant attitude, he is actually quite capable.

"So that's how it is." The students murmured to themselves and began to observe carefully.

I found out that it is true.

It was these reference objects that made them think that Tan Jinyi had painted the wind.

The middle-aged man scoffed, "Any painter with some experience knows this little trick. It's not a remarkable skill at all."

"Tan Jinyi is still far from becoming a master," said the middle-aged man.

"Yes," said his companion, the man in the black coat. "His paintings are only for laymen to see. In the eyes of us experts, they are just so-so."

The man in the down jacket said, "Mr. He Haoyan and Mr. Dong Yanzhen are both famous masters. As their successor, Tan Jinyi cannot be said to be completely worthless. However, to dare to put such a painting on display is truly a disgrace to Mr. He Haoyan and Mr. Dong Yanzhen."

"Young man, just eager to become famous." said the woman with her hair in a bun.

The woman with the low ponytail shook her head in disappointment. "Painting requires a state of mind. How can he produce a good work when he's so impatient and restless? If he really wants to produce good work, he should concentrate on practicing well and stop dwelling on early fame."

"His three brothers and sisters all became famous at a young age. It's not surprising that he is anxious," said the middle-aged man in the baseball cap.

"His paintings are just average?" Tan Mo said coldly, "Then may I ask, what's so average about them? Point it out so that Tan Jinyi will be convinced. Go back and practice hard. Otherwise, if you just say it's just average without pointing out what's so average, how can anyone be convinced?"

The man in the black coat blushed and said in a gruff voice, "We're not his teachers and have no obligation to teach him! He's not ordinary at all, so why should we tell him that?"

"I thought you were more capable than Mr. He Haoyan and Mr. Dong Yanzhen." Tan Mo smiled. "The fact that Tan Jinyi was able to hang up the painting means those two approved of it."