Chapter 72 Exhibition Trouble

On the day of Shen Yuzhu's exhibition, everyone except Shen Kuan's family went.

The Shen family prepared a large venue for him. When they arrived, there were already quite a few people, including wealthy people in the business circle and many people in the literary circle.

When Shen Yuzhu saw his teacher, he immediately went up to greet him.

"Auntie, let them talk, we will go in and see it by ourselves."

He hated to greet these people the most. He had to smile and think carefully about what he said, otherwise he might offend people easily if he said something wrong.

Shen Zhiyin didn't struggle when being hugged. For her, it didn't matter who she was with.

Neither of them had much artistic talent, but even people without artistic talent would feel comfortable when they saw Shen Yuzhu's paintings.

The two of them basically went wherever there were many people, and then stood aside to listen to them praising the paintings and people.

"This snow scene makes you feel like you are there. I originally didn't like winter because it was too cold, but Yuzhu's snow scene paintings give people a feeling of warm winter. It makes me feel that I haven't appreciated the beauty of winter before."

"That's right, I want to go to the snow-capped mountains to see it..."

"Yuzhu is a young genius. Each of his paintings gives people a different feeling. It's a pity that he sells too few paintings."

Shen Zhiyin and Shen Muye were listening to Jin'er when suddenly a discordant voice interrupted.

"He is still too young. He has been looking at nothing but landscapes for so long."

A man in a suit sneered: "It has been so many years, and Shen Yuzhu's paintings are all about mountains, trees, rivers and oceans. If a truly talented painter can only paint these, he would be unworthy of the name of genius."

Shen Muye was unhappy. Although he thought those compliments about his third brother were quite corny, what did this person mean by his tasteless derogation?

"Who are you? If you don't like it, don't watch it. You come to other people's exhibitions and criticize them like you are so capable. If you are so capable, then you can paint."

The man was waiting for others to ask him more questions, but he didn't expect that things didn't develop as he expected, and he was directly confronted.

He was so angry that he said, "Who are you? You are so rude and ignorant. Nowadays, anyone can enter the exhibition."

"Isn't what I said true? From the time Shen Yuzhu became famous to now, all his paintings we have seen are landscapes.

No matter how talented he is, if he is limited to one style of painting, he will eventually run out of ideas. To be honest, I am very disappointed with today's exhibition."

Humans are creatures that are easily moved by emotions. After hearing what he said, everyone thought it was the case.

At the same time, someone recognized the man.

"You are Painter Feng, right? I heard that you are also planning to hold an exhibition?"

"Hahaha, excuse me, I just won an award in XX country, and it's time for my paintings to be shown to the public."

"You are too modest. I think I won the second place this time. When are you going to hold the exhibition, Mr. Feng? I will definitely go to see it then."

Shen Muye was furious. This guy actually stepped on his brother to promote himself. How shameless!

I will beat your teeth today, this villain!

Shen Zhiyin pressed his head.

"Calm down."

Shen Muye was about to draw qi into his body recently. His temper was a little impatient. He had a single fire spirit root, and if he didn't control it, his temper would only become more violent.

"What happened?"

Shen Xiuran, Shen Yuzhu and his teacher all came over.

Shen Muye immediately repeated what the man had said.

"Is Third Brother jealous of you? Why is he always trying to hurt you?"

Shen Yuzhu looked confused: "I don't know him."

Shen Xiuran's expression turned cold.

The man felt a little guilty when he saw Shen Yuzhu and his teacher, but he soon calmed down.

"Shen Yuzhu, although what I said was a bit unpleasant, it was for your own good. You have to admit that your paintings have not made any breakthroughs in the past two years."

Shen Yuzhu's teacher said with a dark face: "Feng Mao, you only say this to laymen, don't embarrass yourself here as a senior.

Yuzhu's paintings are spiritual, even if they are only landscapes, they are ten times or a hundred times better than those fancy and artificial paintings you paint!"

Feng Mao was furious: "Tang Lao, even if Shen Yuzhu is your student, you don't have to belittle others' efforts and favor him. I am an old painter after all. Why are you comparing me with a young man who can only paint landscapes?"

Tang Lao blew his beard and glared. He always spoke very directly, so it didn't sound very nice.

Now Feng Mao pretended to be a victim, creating the impression that Tang Lao relied on his seniority to bully him.

Shen Yuzhu was not good at quarreling, so she could only comfort the teacher, fearing that he would get angry and hurt himself.

Shen Muye looked like he was going to fight.

Feng Mao immediately said, "What? You want to bully others by relying on your numbers?"

He said righteously, "As a painter, his paintings need to be appreciated and commented on. If he can't stand it after I say a few words, how can he improve in the future?"

After he finished speaking, Shen Zhiyin's childish voice rang out.

"What if the painter plagiarizes other people's paintings?"

Feng Mao: "Plagiarism? Taking other people's works as your own is not worthy of being a human being!"

There was applause from the surroundings, and they thought he was right.

"Then why did you plagiarize your students' paintings?"

The childish and soft voice broke the heated atmosphere around.

The people who were applauding were embarrassed for a moment.

What did the little girl say? Feng Mao plagiarized his students' paintings?

Feng Mao's expression twisted for a moment, but he soon calmed down.

"What are you talking about, little girl? I, Feng Mao, am honest and upright, how can I allow you to slander me like this!"

He looked at Shen Yuzhu: "Why, are you so despicable as to let a little kid slander and frame me?"

Everyone looked at Shen Zhiyin.

Shen Zhiyin's eyes were burning: "Not only did you plagiarize students' paintings, you also like to pick your toes in private. Your feet are so smelly, and you don't even wash your hands after picking them."

The faces of the people who just shook hands with him turned pale.

Feng Mao yelled, "I'm not, I don't!"

"You do, not only are you shaved, but you're also bald, and your hair is fake."

Everyone's eyes fell on his head, and Shen Muye moved quickly at this moment and took a few steps forward to pull off his wig.

Suddenly, a Mediterranean-looking Feng Mao was exposed in front of everyone. Without his hair, he suddenly looked several years older.

"Puchi hahaha..."

Shen Muye laughed unceremoniously.

Others around him couldn't help laughing.

"And..."

Everyone except Feng Mao pricked up their ears.

Feng Mao: Shut up, don't say anything!

Unfortunately, he couldn't stop it, because the Shen family had bodyguards eyeing him.

"You like to wear black stockings and go to gay bars to dance at night."

After saying that, she turned around and asked Shen Muye: "What is a gay, nephew?"

This is her blind spot.

Shen Muye: ... Don't ask me, I don't know either.

People around looked at Feng Mao with shining eyes. I didn't expect that some people who appear to be serious on the surface are actually such a person in private!