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nTranslator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation

nWu Chong’s expression did not change. He smiled and said, “I wonder if Elder Qi wants to seek justice for the person beside you?”

nThe topic shifted to Qin Churou.

nWhen Wu Chong saw Qin Churou, he had already guessed that Qin Churou was Qi Wenshi’s student.

n“Yes.” Qi Wenshi did not shy away. “I think even though my disciple’s standard is not as good as Wei Cheng’s, it’s still more than enough to compare to the others.”

nWu Chong answered politely, “Alright, if your disciple is as good as you say, then I will return the spot to her.”

nHe looked at Qin Churou. “May I know your name?”

nQin Churou answered.

nWu Chong nodded and returned to his office to take out two paintings. One of them was Qin Churou’s.

nHe opened it and asked, “Did you paint this?”

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n“Yes.” Qin churou nodded.

nQin Churou drew a scene of a woman kneeling on the ground with a dead child in her arms on a rainy night.

n“Good.” Wu Chuang began to comment, “This painting does indeed depict the pain of a mother losing her child. However, her pain is only superficial. Her eyes do not convey any pain. In addition, it pays too much attention to painting techniques and the lines are stiff. Instead, it shows more inadequacies.”

nWu Chong pointed out Qin Churou’s inadequacies sharply, and Qin Churou’s face became stiffer and stiffer.

nQi Wenshi’s face was not too good. He was angry. He was a Master of a generation. Couldn’t he leave some face for him?

nWu Chong still smiled politely. “This painting is very outstanding compared to people of the same age. However, in the Youth Painting Competition, it is not outstanding.”

nIn other words, he would not change the quota.

n“Then I would like to see just how good that Sheng’s painting is.” Qi Wenshi sneered.

nWu Chong handed the painting to Qi Wenshi. “This is her painting.”

nQi Wenshi took it. His gaze disdainful.

nSheng was just a junior. Qin Churou had received his guidance, so how could she be inferior to this Sheng?

nHe slowly opened the painting, and what entered his eyes was black.

nQi Wenshi sneered. “Chairman Wu, is this the good painting you were talking about?”

nWu Chuang smiled slightly and said, “Continue looking.”

nQi Wenshi retracted his gaze. In his heart, he looked down on Wu Chuang, but what was there to be proud of after he became famous?

nQi Wenshi’s disdainful gaze fell back on the painting.

nThe corner of his lips was a mocking smile.

nIf Sheng’s painting was worse than Churou’s, then don’t blame him.

nHowever, a few seconds later, his expression froze, and the contempt in his eyes turned into shock.

n“Elder Qi, is Sheng’s painting better than your disciple’s painting? “Wu Chuang’s tone was still very good.

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nQi Wenshi looked carefully at the painting, trying to find out something wrong with it,

nHowever, he could not find any flaws in it even if he was trying to find a bone to pick.

nQi Wenshi raised his head. Anyone with a discerning eye could tell that this painting was better than Qin Churou’s. He could not lie.

nHowever, it did not mean that he would let it go.

nThis painting was enough to shake the art world.

nIn his third year of high school, she was only seventeen or eighteen years old. No one would believe that she could make such an outstanding painting.

nQi Wenshi sneered and closed the painting. “Wu Chong, are you really sure that this painting is made by Sheng?”

nWu Chong frowned. “Elder Qi, are you suspecting that this painting belongs to someone else and Sheng is using someone else’s painting to participate in the competition?”

nHe had seen many talented people, and Wei Cheng was one of them.

nFor Sheng to be able to draw such a painting, it did not mean that she must have plagiarized it. Perhaps there really was such a genius in the world..

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