“Miss Shumo, this is Mr. Ji’s grandson, named Ji Li. He went abroad to study at the age of ten and stayed there for more than ten years. He learned some superficial Western painting skills and thought himself superior. Not long ago, he returned to China and looked down on traditional Chinese painting everywhere, saying that our traditional Chinese painting is rubbish.”
The staff clearly disliked Ji Li's arrogance and ignorance, and spoke of him to Shu Mowan with disdain.
Shu Mowan sneered, "Old Master Ji is a renowned painter, yet he has produced such an ungrateful and disrespectful child. It is truly a misfortune for the family."
"You go ahead and do your work, I'll go and meet him."
She said.
Before leaving, the staff member still couldn't help but add a word of caution: "Ms. Shumo, he has quite a temper, so please be careful."
"I know, go ahead."
Shu Mowan waved her hand and said.
After the staff left, Shu Mowan walked towards Ji Li.
He was still criticizing traditional Chinese painting, using the word "low" repeatedly, which made the people around him very dissatisfied. However, because of Ji Lao's status, no one dared to step forward to reprimand or stop him.
"Young Master Ji keeps saying that traditional Chinese painting is trash. Is he trying to slap his grandfather in the face?"
Shu Mowan crossed her arms and said with a half-smile.
It should be noted that Mr. Ji devoted his entire life to painting traditional Chinese paintings and was known as an old artist.
Who is it?
Ji Li was interrupted and turned around in annoyance. He originally wanted to teach the talkative person a lesson, but when he met Shu Mowan's exquisite face, he stared in amazement.
"Beautiful lady, who are you? Have you come to see the paintings because you've heard so much about them?"
When he faced Shu Mowan, his attitude changed completely, and he adopted the enthusiasm of someone trying to woo a girl. "Then you've come to the right person. I studied painting abroad for over ten years, and my painting skills are already superb, even better than Fan Yu's. You know, the one who paints the sunflower series, right?"
"..."
Shu Mowan twitched her lips slightly.
She reminded him, "Young Master Ji, could it be that his name is Van Gogh?"
He even got the person's name wrong, yet he dared to say he was comparable to Van Gogh. Who gave him such confidence and such shamelessness?
Although the Ji family holds a high position, they are not invincible.
Such arrogance shows how much Ji Lao failed in teaching his grandson.
Ji Li paused for two seconds, then turned to the person next to her and asked, "Is his name Van Gogh?"
After receiving an affirmative answer, he felt awkward for a few seconds before confidently waving his hand, "Beautiful lady, that's not important. A name is just a title. The most important thing is to have real skills, don't you think?"
Shu Mowan simply looked at him indifferently, waiting to see what kind of flower he could weave.
"The fact that you came to the art exhibition shows that you appreciate art. All the traditional Chinese paintings displayed here are pure garbage. Don't bother looking at them; they'll only offend your eyes. I'll take you to see mine instead. I guarantee they'll blow your mind. You might even fall in love with a man as talented as me after seeing them."
Ji Li was as confident as could be.
Shu Mowan glanced at the indescribable expression on the person behind him and almost laughed.
Sometimes, being this confident is a skill in itself.
real.
"Let's go take a look."
She said.
She also wanted to see what kind of paintings Ji Li had that would make him say that the traditional Chinese paintings on display were rubbish.
It's important to know that paintings that can be displayed require a certain level of skill.
Ji Li enthusiastically took Shu Mowan to see it.
"Beautiful lady, look, these are all paintings I painted. Aren't they beautiful?"
When they arrived at the place where he was exhibiting his paintings, Ji Li confidently pointed them out to Shu Mowan.
Shu Mowan looked at the paintings and fell silent, a rare occurrence for her.
She thought even the scribbles were more aesthetically pleasing than Ji Li's doodles.
How could Uncle Zhang agree to let such rubbish paintings sneak into the art exhibition? Isn't he afraid that people will go back and say that the art exhibitions in Beijing are getting worse with each generation?
"Well, I just wanted to say that if you have no aesthetic sense, you can donate your eyes to people who need them."
Shu Mowan said to Ji Li without any politeness.
Ji Li didn't quite understand and asked suspiciously, "Beautiful lady, what do you mean?"
"So you mean, you have perfectly good eyesight, and you can't even see that your painting is terrible?"
Shu Mowan didn't tolerate him at all.
Ji Li's face immediately darkened, and he said irritably, "Where is it trash?"
"I called you beautiful because you are pretty, not so you could talk nonsense."
He was furious. "Do you know that these paintings are said to be unparalleled in history and unmatched in the future? They must be incredibly beautiful."
"Yes, it's truly unprecedented and unparalleled. After all, no normal person could draw something as ugly as you."
Shu Mowan's commentary.
"you……"
Ji Li was furious. He pointed at Shu Mowan and said, "Don't think that just because you're pretty, I won't hit you!"
Shu Mowan rolled her eyes.
He even hit her. Could he win?
Ji Li was furious at her provocation, but he couldn't bear to slap her pretty face, so he gave her a way out and said, "Apologize to me and I won't hold it against you."
Instead of asking me to apologize, you should go and get the water out of your head.
Shu Mowan retorted sarcastically, "Don't be so quick to judge my beauty while failing to see how ugly your own paintings are."
"You painted a pile of garbage, yet you're complaining that traditional Chinese painting is ugly. If I were you, I wouldn't even have the face to leave the room."
She sneered disdainfully, "It's a shame that your grandfather, who was so famous in the art world, raised such a self-important bastard like you."
She usually doesn't mince words when faced with rich young men who are obsessed with foreign things and are overly confident.
"You, you..."
Ji Li jumped up and down in anger, "You damned woman, you talk a good game, but do you really think you know anything about painting?"
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