Almighty painter

Chapter 11 The Painter's Contest

"stop!"

There was a scolding sound from afar.

A large group of people who just participated in the ribbon-cutting ceremony ran over from a distance.

They just saw the scene of Tanaka falling to the ground.

For a while, many people were talking at the same time, and various voices were mixed together.

"Tanaka-san, Tanaka-san..." This is the leading teacher of Tama Art University.

"Shengzi, Gangchang, are you all right!" This was Professor Seiichi Sakai, the father of the Sakai siblings who cared about his son and daughter.

"How did it happen, what happened, and who did it."

This is an official from the Yangon Tourism Department with a look of anger.

Masakazu Tanaka discovered that the scene of Gu Weijing beating someone happened to be seen by these professors and artists, and he was secretly happy in his heart.

The voice of his provocative words was extremely low, he knew that even if the Sakai siblings were willing to stand out, they would not know what he said.

At this time, the more serious the injury, the bigger the matter.

Tanaka lay on the ground with his stomach in his arms, looking miserable and about to faint.

"It's so rude, it's so rude, how can any kind of people get in... an ambulance, call an ambulance."

The teacher leading the team from Tama Art University was very indignant when he saw that some students looked like they were seriously injured.

The teacher who led the team turned to look at the government officials in Yangon, and asked sternly: "If something happens to Mr. Tanaka when he is attacked by a hooligan, you will be held responsible!"

Gu Weijing saw that all the adults gathered around Tanaka Masakazu who fell to the ground, and knew that he might be a little too calm.

People don't care about the cause of a thing.

In the eyes of most people, as long as one person makes a move and the other does not, the one who makes the move is naturally violent and barbaric.

"Shit, my grandson is not a hooligan!"

He heard a loud shout from the crowd, so loud that the noise around him died down.

Gu Tongxiang left the crowd and walked to Gu Weijing's side.

"What heinous thing did that Tanaka Masakazu do, so that you, who are usually so polite, had to hit him?"

He asked Gu Weijing loudly.

Heinous sin?

Gu Weijing only paused for a moment, seeing his grandfather blinking at him, and immediately understood: "He insulted Mr. Cao."

"clever."

Gu Tongxiang felt relieved, he didn't know what Tanaka said, but undoubtedly his grandson chose the smartest statement.

Sure enough, the atmosphere in the crowd changed immediately, and even the leading teacher of Tama University, who was holding on to the Yangon officials, was stunned.

Insult Cao Lao?
To be honest, even if there is evidence to prove that it was Gu Weijing's grandfather who was insulted by Masakazu Tanaka, everyone would not react like this.

After all, an unknown Yangon local third-line painter scolded him.Everyone can be polite to you on the surface, but no one really regards Gu Tongxiang as someone.

But insulting Mr. Cao is another matter.

Not to mention that this may be the last time Mr. Cao writes.

Some of the accompanying artists are even direct disciples of Master Cao Xuan.

Even if not, how many of them, juniors who have studied fine brushwork, dare to say that they have not been influenced by this master of oriental art?
In this case, insulting Mr. Cao, at least from the moral point of view, you can't say anything if you do it.

In Asia, where the most important thing is the inheritance of masters, if you go back two or three hundred years, if you scold someone's master, you will not be wronged if you kill him.

[Is there any heinous reason for such a polite child like you to have to take action? 】

This is the hint that old man Gu Tongxiang gave his grandson, and Gu Weijing undoubtedly responded quickly.

After all, the old man has spent his whole life in the turbulent Burma, and he is not a pure and kind little white rabbit.

When it comes to painting, he is indeed inferior to the artists around him who were born in peace and grew up in peace.

However, in terms of social experience, these four weeks, who have lived in peaceful countries since childhood, and taught paintings and lectures in ivory towers, there is really no one who can compare with him.

"Insult Cao Lao."

Gu Tongxiang stared at Tian Zhong on the ground, and said bitterly: "Scumbag."

"You're talking nonsense. When did I insult Mr. Cao? What evidence do you have?"

Masakazu Tanaka finally decided not to continue pretending to be dead on the ground. If he really had any problems, he would naturally make Gu Weijing look good.

But he knew that he didn't even count as a physical injury, and he couldn't find anything at all when he went to the hospital.

Is it possible that now people will put a big hat on the old man for insulting the old man, and carry it away in a daze.

The screenplay is not like that.

It's abominable.

Obviously I framed you, and you were framed obediently, how could you still pour dirty water on me.

He opened his eyes, sat up, and glared at Gu Weijing.

"Okay. Everyone is a literati, what does it look like to be so noisy?"

An old man's hoarse voice came from the crowd. His voice was very soft, but it carried an indescribable power.

It was like the lion king snoring lightly, so the hares and monkeys in the jungle immediately fell silent.

Gu Weijing's eyes fell on a thin old man in the crowd.

The little old man was holding a cane and wearing a dark Tang suit. His hair was about to fall out, so light that it could be blown away by a gust of wind.

Maybe he was really afraid that he would be blown away by the wind, and the crowd surrounded him tightly, surrounding him in the very center.

In the past, those artists who used to be arrogant and arrogant, and were held in the mouths and hands of gallery owners and oil painting brokers wherever they went.Hearing the old man speak, the expression on his face was like that of a primary school student following the teacher's buttocks, obediently following him, and even Tanaka Masakazu, who had been clamoring endlessly, quieted down.

Project hosts, masters of traditional Chinese painting, Cao Xuan, Cao Lao.

"Boy, you said he scolded me, I don't quite believe it, what do you think?" the little old man asked, looking at Gu Weijing with scrutiny.

This was the first time that Gu Weijing saw Cao Xuan himself at such a close distance.

He found that this little old man was older than his grandfather. Compared with the photo, there were many obvious criss-crossing wrinkles on his cheeks and forehead, but his eyes didn't look cloudy at all.

The eyeballs are very black, and the whites of the eyes are very white. The wisdom brought by the years and the innocence of a child are mixed together, as if one can see through people at a glance.

This is for evidence.

Gu Weijing knew that this was not the time to back down, since he said that the other party scolded Mr. Cao, he himself had no way out.

You can't explain why now, so why do you let others believe you?

Gu Weijing said: "I don't know why the other party said that. But the first thing Mr. Tanaka said when we met was that Dong Xia's culture is in RB. He looked down on Dong Xia's culture and found that I don't want to be with the other party. With ordinary knowledge, when he wanted to leave, he taunted Mr. Cao, the great painter in Dongxia. Ms. Sakai also heard the other party say that."

Tanaka Masakazu's pupils shrank suddenly, he just wanted to annoy Gu Weijing, he didn't think so much.

"Oh? He really said that."

General Cao turned his gaze to the Sakai siblings.

Sakai Katsuko hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

"I was talking to Mr. Gu at that time, and Tanaka was really rude when he ran over. As for what happened later, I didn't know what happened. Mr. Gu was about to leave when he suddenly punched Tanaka."

"I, I'm not, I didn't mean that..."

"So, Miss Sakai is lying?"

Tanaka's tone of defense was slowly quieted down under Cao Lao's staring gaze.

"Gentlemen, do any of you agree with this point of view?"

Mr. Cao glanced at the surrounding people, and at this moment even the leading teacher of Tama University lowered his head.

There are indeed some sayings internationally.

There is no Zhonghua after Yashan, Dongxia's Zhengshuo is in RB... There are indeed many RB people who have such a small thought in their hearts, otherwise Tanaka would not blurt it out subconsciously when he opened his mouth.

But to say this in front of Mr. Cao, it is really hard to think about it, because the life of art is too long.

"Okay, that's all for now."

Mr. Cao knocked on the floor with his cane, and all the RB painters secretly breathed a sigh of relief seeing that the old man didn't have the same knowledge as children, and didn't hold on to this matter.

"I was beaten."

Tanaka was in a hurry, he knew he had fallen this time.

If this matter is settled like this, my artistic career will definitely be at least half completed.

"I was beaten! Could it be that the murderer was just let go!"

he protested.

"You were beaten because you insulted Master Cao. I think it was a good fight." Gu Tongxiang interrupted coldly.

"I didn't insult Master Cao, I just don't think he can be called a painter at all for a gold-plated thing."

Masakazu Tanaka felt it was best to tell the truth now.

"I can't be called a painter, but you, who insulted the seniors, can be called a painter?" Gu Weijing made up for it.

"I didn't insult Mr. Cao!" Tanaka was furious.

"Whether you are a painter or not, you will know if you compare yourself now." He used the last trick he had prepared.

"Why don't you take a painting tomorrow, and my grandson take a painting, and let everyone judge who draws better?"

Gu Tongxiang remembered the colored pencil drawing in the art gallery.

"Who knows if he painted it himself? Why don't we compare it now."

"Joke, can't you let so many masters wait in the wind for you two little dolls to draw on the spot?"

Gu Tongxiang will not be fooled by this.

He has confidence in his grandson, but with so many old artists watching, his mental state is different.

"It doesn't take much time, we compare sketches, no, sketches. Just a few minutes, the losers go away, the winners stay. Painters speak with paintings, do you dare to compare?"

Tanaka Masakazu looked at Gu Weijing.

After all, I have studied art for so many years, if I can't beat her big devil Katsuko Sakai, I can't beat you?

(End of this chapter)