Ji Li was startled and stammered, "Woman...woman, don't do anything rash, I'll just...I'll draw."

Shu Mowan then put away the dagger.

"Hurry up."

She said impatiently.

Ji Li was filled with regret. If he had known that this woman was so crazy and would pull a dagger at him at the slightest disagreement, he would never have brought her to see his paintings.

Now look what's happened! Trying to compete with a top-tier painter like her is just asking for trouble.

He picked up his pen and, in frustration, drew his masterpiece.

This is a little better than graffiti, but compared to someone with drawing skills, it's like a pile of garbage.

"How dare you say traditional Chinese painting is bad when you paint like this?"

Shu Mowan pointed at Ji Li's words and said coldly.

Ji Li was quite afraid that she would suddenly go crazy, so her explanation was a bit weak: "I think it's pretty good. Everyone around me says that my drawings are beautiful."

"What, just because someone says you're pretty, does that mean you can disregard your own eyes?"

Shu Mowan toyed with the dagger in her hand and said.

Facing the gleaming dagger, Ji Li swallowed nervously and shook his head.

"Say it again, is your painting beautiful?"

Shu Mowan asked.

Ji Li really wanted to say that even if he thought it looked good, he couldn't say it looked good just because there was a dagger pointed at him.

"Young Master Ji, you'd better tell the truth, or my dagger won't be blind."

Shu Mowan sneered.

Ji Li retorted, "It's practically a pile of garbage."

"Hey, your eyes aren't blind anymore after all?"

Shu Mowan mocked.

Ji Li felt humiliated and ashamed.

His eyesight is fine, of course; it's just that he's been flattered by those around him so much that his confidence has been inflated to the point that he can't see his own flaws.

But now, being threatened by Shu Mowan, he realized that his painting was truly awful.

"Everyone, please tell me, which of these two paintings is better?"

Shu Mowan also asked the staff to bring a large megaphone, and she shouted into it.

Before long, a large number of people gathered here.

“If you’re afraid of offending people, then vote anonymously. I’ll see who gets more votes, me or him.”

She added thoughtfully.

The staff immediately brought out a ballot box and asked everyone to write down their preferred ballot.

Everyone is happy to participate in jobs that don't offend anyone.

After the votes were cast, they were counted. Shu Mowan received a full set of votes, while Ji Li received zero votes.

"..."

Ji Li originally thought that everyone would give him a few votes out of respect for his grandfather, but to his surprise, not a single person voted.

Who exactly is this woman that makes everyone disregard his grandfather's reputation?

"Why are you looking at me? Dissatisfied with this result?"

Shu Mowan glanced at him indifferently and said.

Ji Li shook his head.

But she muttered resentfully, "But everyone says I draw well."

He still refused to admit that his paintings were ugly.

"The fact that people say your drawing is good-looking only means they're doing it because you're a young master from the Ji family."

Shu Mowan said disdainfully.

Ji Li opened his mouth to retort, but suddenly felt a slap on his heel. He turned around angrily and said, "Who the hell..."

Meeting his grandfather's fiery glare, he shrank back and stammered, "Grandpa, what brings you here?"

"If I hadn't come, would I have known you made a fool of yourself at the art exhibition?"

Old Master Ji said angrily.

Last night, he couldn't refuse Ji Li's request and reluctantly agreed to let him exhibit the painting, but he also told Xiao Zhang to put the unfilial grandson's painting in an inconspicuous place.

He knew exactly what level of skill his grandson possessed in painting.

Ji Li frowned, instinctively retorting, "Grandpa, how could I be the one who's embarrassed? If she hadn't been so eager to teach and kept harping on me, would I have made a fool of myself?"

With his grandfather here, he no longer needed to be afraid of Shu Mowan.

Old Ji struck his calf again with his cane.

"If you hadn't made those outrageous remarks at the art exhibition saying that traditional Chinese painting was bad, would Shumo have bothered you?"

The old man scolded in a strong voice, "I have painted traditional Chinese paintings all my life, and the good reputation I have built up has been ruined by you, my unfilial descendant."

"Grandpa, is she Shumo?"

Ji Li exclaimed in shock.

He had only recently returned to China and was not very familiar with Chinese painters, but he had heard his grandfather mention this book many times, so he remembered it vividly.

Grandpa said he had studied painting for many years, but his paintings were utterly incomprehensible, which embarrassed him. Then he praised Shumo to the skies, which Shumo naturally found unacceptable.

"Does her being Shumo make you feel even more ashamed?"

Ji Lao said sarcastically.

"..."

Ji Li got angry and pouted, "Grandpa, can you stop praising others and belittling me like I'm worthless dog shit?"

He has his pride too.

"If you could master traditional Chinese painting instead of brainlessly learning Western painting, would I dare say anything to you?"

Old Ji was equally furious. "I think you've been spoiled by your parents. You don't even listen to me."

It made him lose face too.

"Traditional Chinese painting, traditional Chinese painting, all you ever think about is traditional Chinese painting, what's so good about it anyway?"

Ji Li jumped up and down, "Following a landscape painting is not as good as taking a picture with a camera. It's annoying to look at."

Old Master Ji was even angrier; he wanted to beat this grandson, who knew absolutely nothing about traditional Chinese painting, to death.

"Can a camera capture the essence of this landscape painting?"

Shu Mowan pointed to her painting and said.

Ji Li glanced at it and immediately got stuck.

Even if he's an idiot, he knows a camera can't capture that.

Good works of art can immerse viewers in the scene and allow them to appreciate the artist's superb skills.

"Even if you can't capture it in a photo, what the camera captures is still more accurate than a painting."

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