Zhu Shengkang looked utterly bewildered and said with great surprise:
"Professor Ye, are you alright? How can you paint traditional Chinese paintings? Traditional Chinese painting, as well as traditional Chinese medicine, are all dregs, all nonsense that fools people. They should be banned. Professor Ye, it's a waste of your talent to paint traditional Chinese paintings."
When it comes to traditional Chinese painting, Zhu Shengkang is extremely disgusted.
"True art is like oil painting, which can be appreciated by the upper class abroad."
Whether traditional Chinese painting is dross or not is not for you to judge!!!
Seeing Zhu Shengkang so slanderous towards traditional Chinese painting, Ye Chen retorted without hesitation.
How can someone like Zhu Shengkang, who idolizes foreign things, slander the ancient artistic heritage of China? From ancient times to the present, how many great masters of traditional Chinese painting have emerged? From Wu Daozi and Tang Bohu in ancient times to Qi Baishi in modern times, which one of them is not a top-notch art master?
"hehe."
Zhu Shengkang pursed his lips.
"Let's begin then."
Zhu Shengkang was too lazy to argue with someone like Ye Chen who had no appreciation for art. He wanted to let the facts speak for themselves and let the audience decide whose words were more artistic.
"Heh, so stubborn. Who is my master?"
Irving muttered dismissively to himself.
Under Dean Qin's arrangement, all the necessary tools for oil painting and traditional Chinese painting were prepared.
Ye Chen and Zhu Shengkang each took one side and began creating. Ye Chen picked up a brush and started to wield the ink, while Zhu Shengkang also began to seriously create an oil painting. Because they were afraid that others would disturb their creation, Dean Qin and the other leaders who came with them from Tsinghua University did not allow the students to come forward to watch.
Only a few leaders glanced at it discreetly.
The leaders from Tsinghua University's North American Academy of Fine Arts looked at Zhu Shengkang's painting with an air of impending victory. Out of curiosity, Dean Qin also glanced at it, and his expression immediately froze.
Professor Zhu's paintings are anything but abstract, yet these leaders from Tsinghua University's American Academy of Fine Arts are so confident. Is this an era where ugliness is considered beautiful?!
Dean Qin began to doubt his own aesthetic sense.
Below the stage, countless students watched the two creators intently, eagerly awaiting the moment their work would end.
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