The competition venue was quiet, while the onlookers were all full of energy.
Because the painter Tian Sheng questioned the professionalism of the judging panel.
The key point is that any one of the five judges could be picked out and their painting achievements would be higher than Tian Sheng's.
The questioning of five highly accomplished painters, including Wang Zhenhua, by a painter of low achievement has piqued the interest of everyone.
The beautiful host smiled and said, "Mr. Tian, do you disagree with the judges' judgment?"
Tian Sheng looked at the judges and said, "My work is better than Li Mingzhu's in terms of both technique and concept. I don't know why you chose her as the champion."
The host pressed further, "Mr. Tian, do you want the judges to explain this to you?"
Tian Sheng nodded immediately and said in a deep voice, "Yes, I want to know why I failed."
Wang Peng shook his head. The host had dug two pits, and Tian Sheng had jumped into both.
He should have been more tactful and avoided creating controversy for himself; his painting skills and emotional intelligence are disproportionate.
"Xiao Peng," Li Keyong gave a thumbs up, "you were right, Mingzhu really did win the championship."
Li Kefan and Duan Cuiyan were still in a daze, staring blankly at their daughter on the field.
At this moment, the daughter stood calmly beside the host, smiling as she waited for the judges to announce the reason for her victory.
Tian Sheng is also a famous painter. Using him as a stepping stone to win the national championship can greatly increase the prestige of the victory.
From today onwards, Li Mingzhu can also refer to herself as a painter.
The Qi Baishi Cup is like the college entrance examination for painters. As long as you win the national championship, people in the industry will call Li Mingzhu a painter.
The elderly couple became more and more excited as they thought about it. Duan Cuilu clenched her fists, tears welling up in her eyes.
My daughter wanted to be a painter since she was little. She started doodling at the age of five and continued to paint for one or two decades before finally becoming a painter.
Li Keyong asked doubtfully, "Xiao Peng, what makes you so sure that Mingzhu will win as long as Mingzhu and Tian Sheng meet in the final?"
Wang Peng said with a smile, "Positive energy vs. negative energy, positive energy wins."
"Oh?" Li Keyong frowned, and the next second, his eyes suddenly sharpened.
He immediately gave Wang Peng a thumbs up, thinking to himself, "He really is a smart kid."
On the competition stage, the five judges began to reveal the answer.
Female judge Dong Jing said, "Tian's painting skills are better, and her work resonated with me. I voted for Tian."
Male judge Zhang Jiaqi spoke up, "Li's lines are more delicate, less craftsman-like, and more genuine. I vote for Li."
Female judge Han Rong said, "Contestant Tian's basic skills are more mature, while contestant Li's painting skills are a bit immature. I voted for contestant Tian."
Male judge Zhang Haiyang said, "I voted for contestant Li; her work is more to my liking."
The first four judges tied the score at two to two.
Wang Peng was a little confused. The two female judges did not support Li Mingzhu, and the two male judges did not support Tian Sheng.
So why do women make things difficult for other women, and why do men make things difficult for other men?
Tian Sheng stared at Qi Wei, the fifth judge, and forced a smile that looked more like a grimace. "Master Qi, the decision on the champion is in your hands."
"I dare not call myself an expert." Qi Wei waved his hand. "I did vote for Li Mingzhu and helped her win the championship."
These words immediately sparked discussion among the crowd.
As expected, the renowned painter Qi Wei cast his decisive vote for Li Mingzhu.
Tian Sheng gave a forced smile and asked suspiciously, "Master Qi, can you tell me the reason?"
Qi Wei nodded, his smile fading, and he became unusually serious.
"Tian, your basic drawing skills, the sense of immersion in your work, and the overall artistic quality of your work are indeed slightly better."
"You drew an old man who was heartbroken because he bought fake corn seeds, which caused him to waste a year's hard work."
"It is indeed a very good painting, a rare work of art, but what you are showing everyone is despair."
"Personally, I believe that the essence of art is to give people hope. My subjective opinion may be wrong, but art judges are all subjective."
Qi Wei finished speaking in one breath and looked at Tian Sheng with a smile.
The scene was deathly silent as everyone pondered Qi Wei's words: art should bring hope to people.
Tian Sheng's eyes widened, a hint of despair flashing in them, as he realized why he had lost.
Qi Wei looked at Li Mingzhu and said softly, "Your work is called Hope. It depicts a college student who has been admitted to university but cannot afford the tuition."
"When her parents were in despair, kind people came to her home and donated her tuition fees free of charge."
"Your work turns despair into hope, and at the same time brings us hope, elevating everyone's inner world and spiritual realm."
"Li Mingzhu, this is the philosophy I have always adhered to: painting should give people hope."
In the audience, Wang Peng nodded slightly, acknowledging Qi Wei's painting philosophy.
Artworks should be pleasing to the eye. If there's a painting that makes someone feel despair every time they look at it...
Even if the artist of the painting is Qi Baishi or Picasso, he would not hesitate to throw the painting into the trash can.
On the field, the beautiful host smiled and said, "Li Mingzhu, I'd like to ask a question that's not on the topic. Who is the kind person in the painting?"
The scene fell silent again, and everyone stared at her.
Li Mingzhu said, "The kind person in the painting is my husband. He runs a tobacco and liquor store and pays his workers very high wages."
"When the mother of the impoverished student heard about it, she came to my husband's shop to look for a job, hoping to work for a month to earn enough tuition fees for her daughter."
“My husband wasn’t there at the time, and the store didn’t need anyone, so I told her to go home and wait for news.”
“When my husband found out about it that evening, he drove me to deliver the tuition fees to them, and that’s how this painting came about.”
After telling the story of "hope" in one breath, Li Mingzhu subconsciously looked at her husband in the audience.
The host asked eagerly, "Ms. Mingzhu, what's your husband's name? Is he here?"
“Yes, he is.” Li Mingzhu pointed to Wang Peng. “His name is Wang Peng, the Peng in ‘Great Roc Spreads Its Wings’.”
The camera immediately turned to Wang Peng, who stood up and waved to his wife with a smile.
The beautiful host announced loudly, "Dear viewers, let's welcome Mr. Wang Peng, the kind-hearted man, with the warmest applause!"
Thunderous applause immediately erupted in the room.
Wang Peng went on stage, bowed to the audience to express his gratitude, and then shook hands with the judges and the host.
Just as he was about to speak into the microphone, the painter Tian Sheng walked straight up to him.
"Mr. Wang, I once said you were a businessman reeking of money. I was wrong, and I apologize to you!"
Wang Peng was a little confused. "Do you know me? Why do you say I'm full of money?"
However, this is a public occasion, and the program will be broadcast on television.
He was in a good mood because his wife won the national championship, and decided not to hold a grudge against Tian Sheng.
Wang Peng chuckled lightly, "Mr. Painter, I generally don't comment on people or things I don't understand."
Tian Sheng hurriedly apologized again, "I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have said those things."
Then, he turned to face Li Mingzhu and said, "Painter Li, congratulations on winning the championship. I lost, and I accept the defeat wholeheartedly."
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