What does this mean?
A partition wall exhibition?
Those present were so shocked that they looked at each other, completely bewildered.
Even Lai Xian and Wen Yu were stunned.
Fu Yunmo remained calm and pointed to the road ahead: "Please, seniors."
At this moment, the old man spoke up: "Are you talking about Mr. Yun's art exhibition?"
Fu Yunmo nodded: "Mm."
"How is that possible?"
Seeing the old man's face turn pale, Tang Yaoyao smiled gently: "Why is it impossible?"
The old man said again, "That Mr. Yun is an elder over seventy years old, how could he possibly be a young lad like you?"
Another elder nodded and said, "That's right. You say you are Mr. Yun, so you should at least provide evidence."
Zhang Bo looked at the painting projected on the wall and pondered for a moment. He liked Mr. Yun so much; Mr. Yun had always been his idol, and he would never allow anyone to tarnish him.
What if it's just a farce? Wouldn't that disturb Mr. Yun's peace and quiet?
He thought for a moment before asking, "Are you Mr. Yun?"
Fu Yunmo looked at him without flinching and said in a low voice, "It is indeed I."
If this painting hadn't held such profound significance for him, he wouldn't have revealed his identity in public.
"How could that be? Even if you are the young master of the Fu family, you can't impersonate Mr. Yun, can you?"
"Yes, Mr. Mingyun is an old man, how could it be you?"
The two old men muttered to themselves, refusing to believe that the handsome man before them was the famous Mr. Yun.
Seeing his extraordinary demeanor, which was not the humility and elegance typical of rich second-generation heirs, Zhang Bo pondered to himself.
He thought for a moment before saying, "Mr. Yun has always been a low-key person. This is Mr. Yun's art exhibition, and as his follower, I don't want him to be disturbed. Since you say you are Mr. Yun, how can you prove it?"
Tang Yaoyao also looked at him.
In an instant, Fu Yunmo became the focus of everyone's attention at the art exhibition.
Tang Yaoyao didn't say anything; this was something he needed to handle himself.
At this moment, Lai Xian also spoke up: "Yes, Mr. Fu, he is right. Please prove here that you are Mr. Yun."
It should be noted that Mr. Yun was also a painter he had long admired.
He had submitted his petition many times but was rejected each time. He always kept to himself and was very principled.
He had always wanted to know what kind of person Mr. Yun was, and at this moment, he was even more cautious.
Fu Yunmo scanned everyone present, and finally fixed his gaze on the painting on the wall, saying in a low voice, "This painting can prove my point."
What do you mean?
Jiang Enren's breath hitched, and he looked at him: "This painting is my own work. My teacher watched me paint it stroke by stroke until now. How can you use my painting to prove it?"
These words convinced the fans: "Since it's a work drawn stroke by stroke, and there are people watching, how could it be fake? Mr. Fu, don't use your family background to bully people."
“Yes, Mr. Jiang has always been low-key, so you can’t take advantage of him. We fans would be the first to object.”
“Mr. Fu, if you like this painting, you can buy it back at a high price. Using such methods is truly despicable.”
The fans were very agitated; if they weren't afraid of the Fu family, they would have wanted to kick him out.
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