Fu Yunmo was the real person, so of course he knew. He nodded and listened quietly as he continued.
Jiang Enren added, “I was fortunate enough to see this painting once. The painting technique is intricate and complex. No one can imitate it. Even if there are masters, they must copy it. The finished product is also very different from the original. If you can paint the exact same one without the original painting, then you can prove that you are Mr. Yun.”
After he finished speaking, everyone fell silent.
In the world of calligraphy and painting, this painting of streams and clouds is very familiar.
That's a level that's almost unattainable for ordinary people. The painting is like a fairyland; one glance is enough to immerse you in it.
But this is just a legend; the number of people present, or those fortunate enough to have seen it, is very small.
Seeing that Fu Yunmo remained silent, the old man gave a cold laugh: "This painting is the most beautiful painting in my heart. If you can't do it, then don't insult Mr. Yun."
Jiang Enren breathed a sigh of relief.
As long as it is proven that he is not Mr. Yun, no one will know the origin of his painting.
Thinking this, the fear in his eyes disappeared completely.
Lai Xian nodded after hearing this: "Yes, Mr. Fu, since we need to prove our identity, I also think that Mr. Hua Yun's famous Stream and Cloud Landscape Painting is more appropriate."
While everyone was whispering among themselves, Fu Yunmo laughed, as if he were laughing at the ignorance of those around him.
His captivating eyes, brimming with charm, held a blend of humility and brilliance. He looked at Jiang Enren and smiled, "Do you have any fine paintings or brushes?"
What!???
Everyone was stunned, their eyes wide with disbelief as they stared at him.
Even the confident Jiang Enren was stunned. After a long while, he asked with a questioning tone, "You... how dare you?"
Lai Hsien and Wen Yu, however, were extremely excited.
Fu Yunmo actually agreed. Could it be that he really is Mr. Yun?
Some fans' expressions gradually changed, and they lost their previous confidence.
The two old men who had been criticizing Fu Yunmo looked at each other, bewildered.
Looking at Jiang Enren, who was only a few steps away from him, Xiao Jinhan's previously certain thoughts vanished in an instant.
Although he didn't know what Sixteen's past was like, he knew her character.
Even if someone like Jiang Enren is talented, he could never win her favor.
Fu Yunmo's voice remained calm as he asked, "No?"
"you……"
He interrupted Jiang Enren and said in a low voice, "If you don't have it, I can send someone to get it."
Lai Hsien said, "Yes, I'll have someone prepare it immediately."
You know, even someone who can copy that painting is rare in the world, let alone someone who promised to make an exact replica. His heart was pounding with excitement.
Fu Yunmo smiled politely and said, "Thank you."
Jiang Enren grew anxious: "Master, I..."
Lai Xian patted his shoulder gently: "Alright, if he can't draw it, I will get justice for you."
Jiang Enren looked flustered. At this moment, his mind was in turmoil, and things had developed to a point where he could not reverse the situation.
But now, we have no choice but to grit our teeth and keep going.
Tang Yaoyao leaned back in her leather chair, her eyes filled with amusement, waiting for the next good show.
Ten minutes later.
Drawing paper, brushes, and ink were all prepared and set up in the middle of the hall.
Fu Yunmo began to paint, and everyone gathered around him, holding their breath as they stared at the pristine white canvas.
Even the two old men from before were staring intently, ready to see him make a fool of himself.
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