"Young man, your painting is not bad, comparable to Dai Litao's, but your handwriting is really terrible."
Fang Dehong pointed to the signature on Ye Chen's traditional Chinese painting.
As one of the top art masters and painters in the country, he couldn't find a single flaw in Ye Chen's paintings.
However, for his apprentice's future and to ensure his apprentice could continue to work in the art world, Fang Dehonghai had to find a flaw in Ye Chen to declare a draw between the two.
Left with no other option, Fang Dehong could only bring up Ye Chen's calligraphy.
Your handwriting is terrible!
Upon hearing Fang Dehong's words, everyone's attention turned to Ye Chen's signature.
None of them knew much about calligraphy, so when Fang Dehong, an authority figure, said this, no one had any doubts.
Everyone nodded silently, which was considered as agreement with Fang Dehong's statement.
Just when Fang Dehong thought he had successfully fooled everyone, a laugh suddenly rang out.
Fang Dehong turned his head sharply and was surprised to find that the laughter came from Ye Chen.
"why are you laughing?"
Fang Dehong questioned him with dissatisfaction.
"What are you laughing at? If you insist on nitpicking, I'll find fault with everything you point out about my drawing, but you insist on saying my handwriting is bad..."
Ye Chen couldn't help but shake his head.
Although he acquired top-tier skills in both art and calligraphy from the game, if we were to compare the two, Ye Chen's calligraphy level would be slightly higher.
Don't forget, Ye Chen has a very important identity.
"What's wrong with me saying your handwriting is wrong?!"
Fang Dehong, his face grim, questioned:
"Although I am not in the calligraphy world, I know quite a few calligraphers, including many very famous and talented ones, as well as many members of the China Calligraphers Association. So I have a pretty good eye for calligraphy."
"You, a student, dare to laugh at me?!"
Fang Dehong felt that his authority was being challenged.
"Student...please pay attention..."
"Professor Fang is a renowned professor at our Beijing University..."
Nearby, a kind-hearted bystander offered Fang Dehong a friendly reminder.
Although Fang Dehong was highly accomplished in art and was a master of art, he was not a good person and had a bad reputation at Peking University.
An ordinary student who offended him will probably have a hard time staying at a university in Beijing in the future.
"You say you know many members of the China Calligraphers Association, but do you know me?"
Ye Chen countered with a question to Fang Dehong.
"you?"
"Who are you? Why should I know you?"
Fang Dehong looked disdainful.
Who is he? He is a top-tier art master in China and a professor at Beijing University. Why would he need to know this kid?
How dare a student ask me if I know him?
Who does he think he is?!
"If you don't recognize me, let me introduce myself. I am the vice president of the Huaxia Calligraphers Association."
Ye Chen answered calmly.
Ye Chen, as the vice president of the China Calligraphers Association, has gained recognition from numerous prominent figures in the calligraphy world.
There's no need to elaborate on Ye Chen's calligraphy skills; there are probably very few calligraphers in the entire country whose skills surpass his.
Now this Fang Dehong actually says his calligraphy isn't very good, isn't that just nonsense?
Vice President of the Huaxia Calligraphers Association?!
Upon learning Ye Chen's true identity, everyone present was stunned.
The China Calligraphers Association is a large national association that brings together the country's top calligraphers.
To stand out from countless calligraphy masters and become the vice president of the China Calligraphers Association, one's calligraphy skills are absolutely top-notch in the country.
Fang Dehong's calligraphy skills are so poor that even his art skills wouldn't qualify him to be the vice president of the China Fine Arts Association. Yet he dared to say that the vice president of the China Calligraphers Association has poor calligraphy skills.
Isn't this utter nonsense?!
"Vice President of the China Calligraphers Association, you're awesome, bro!!!"
"This is a true young genius!"
Compared to them, what kind of artistic genius is this? It's a joke.
The crowd glanced at the arrogant, long-haired youth and said something pointed.
He's so young, yet he's already the vice president of the prestigious China Calligraphers Association. He's so humble and low-key.
As a result, you won several national awards, but you're not even qualified to join the China Fine Arts Association. And yet you still act arrogant and conceited every day.
The difference is too big!
The long-haired youth also stared at Ye Chen in astonishment, unwilling to believe what Ye Chen was saying.
How old is he? Probably around twenty, maybe a sophomore or junior in college, and he's already the vice president of the China Calligraphers Association?!
Why am I so distrustful?
Not only the long-haired youth, but even Fang Dehong did not believe Ye Chen's words.
The members of the Huaxia Calligraphers Association that he knew were all in their forties or fifties.
Even the youngest member of the China Calligraphers Association he had ever met seemed to be thirty-three years old.
But how old is this kid?
"Heh, you're just bragging."
"I'll call my friend right now. He joined the China Calligraphers Association eleven years ago. Let's see how he exposes you..."
As Fang Dehong spoke, he took out his phone, found his friend's number, and dialed it.
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