Chapter One Hundred and Thirty-One The Show-Off Of The Old Urchin
"No, you, you'd better go and say hello to your Grandma Liu in the morning and evening." Yang Mingde said as if he was very impatient, but when he saw the scroll held by Zhang Junping, he couldn't hide the smile in his eyes.
"What is this? It's okay. I also know how to give it to Master as a gift. Let me see whose work it is."
"Master, you really have a good eye. This person is amazing. That is the work of Gai Shi, a top artist who is famous in the universe and shakes the universe.
I have worked so hard to find you to honor your old age." Zhang Junping quickly put the scroll on Yang Mingde's desk and said in an exaggerated tone.
"Okay, your shameless skills have reached the level of proficiency." Yang Mingde smiled, nodded and praised, and then opened the scroll.
"It's okay, it's all taught well by Master."
"Bang!"
Zhang Junping's words succeeded in causing a brain breakdown.
"No, I don't have the ability to teach you. It's because of your outstanding talent that you have mastered this skill without a teacher."
Yang Mingde laughed and cursed, and continued to read Zhang Junping's works, one by one very carefully and very slowly.
After reading it, he looked up at Zhang Junping and asked with a smile: "What? Do you want me to praise you?
For example, your paintings are very imaginative and have a sense of the times..."
"If you are willing to compliment me, I will go to see you tonight with two bottles of good wine." Zhang Junping touched his nose and smiled.
"I really want to drink good wine, but I can't violate my conscience. Your painting is just like this, four words, quite satisfactory.
Okay, get out!"
"Okay, you're busy, I'll get out right now." Zhang Junping bowed with a smile, turned around and left.
Just as Zhang Junping was about to open the door, Yang Mingde stopped him again, "Come back, take your girlfriend to your house tonight and let your wife meet you."
"I know, I will definitely bring it to you tonight."
"Go away!"
"Okay!" Zhang Junping walked away again.
"This kid!" Seeing Zhang Junping close the door, Yang Mingde couldn't hide the smile on his face anymore, "Why don't you call yourself such a bad name? You might as well not just call it wood!"
Picking up the phone on the desk, "Hey, Lao Wu, I just got some good paintings, come over and enjoy them."
"Whose? The stone-stealing one."
"Never heard of it? Let me tell you, the masters are among the people.
If you don't come here and pull me down, don't tell me later that I have something good that I won't show you."
"Old Tian, I just got some exquisite works of stone. Come and enjoy them."
"You don't even know who Bandit Shi is? Come and take a look. If you don't take a look, you will regret it for the rest of your life!"
Yang Mingde made a round of phone calls and called several big figures in traditional Chinese painting in the school.
After a while, Wu Zuoren was the first to arrive at Yang Mingde's office.
Their offices are very close to each other.
"Where is it? Let me see the masterpiece of this master who is hidden among the people."
"Here, we are here, we can't run away! You are also the vice-dean after all. Seeing how restless you are, you must be unsteady." Yang Mingde handed the painting to Wu Zuoren without forgetting to step on it.
"Well, you old Yang, you are so shameless, why don't you show off Master Shi's paintings? Isn't this a painting by your apprentice Zhang Junping?" Wu Zuoren opened it and took a look, and immediately cursed angrily.
"Hey, Lao Wu, you are unjustly accusing me. When did I say these four words, Master Bandit Stone?" Yang Mingde argued.
"You...you old thing...you are so shameless!"
"What's wrong, you two old guys, your combined age is almost 200 years old, what are you arguing about? I heard you two arguing in the corridor, and you are not afraid of the students' jokes." Wu Guanzhong opened the door and walked in.
"Old Wu, were you also deceived by this old guy, Lao Yang?"
"What's going on?"
"Did he tell you that he found some good paintings by Master Gangshi and asked you to come over and admire them?"
"Almost, what's wrong? There's no painting?"
"See for yourself!" Wu Zuoren handed the painting in his hand to Wu Guanzhong.
Wu Guanzhong took the painting and looked at it, and also smiled, "Well, you old Yang, I don't blame Old Wu for scolding you, you are really shameless.
Are you asking us to come and appreciate the painting? You called us here to see you show off."
Although Zhang Junping signed his name Bandit Shi, who are Wu Zuoren and Wu Guanzhong?
A master of traditional Chinese painting, he immediately recognized that this was Zhang Junping's painting.
After a while, Tian Shiguang also came over. After reading the painting, he and Er Wu scolded Yang Mingde.
He was scolded, but the jealousy on his face could not be hidden.
Why do you accept such a powerful disciple and show it off to us? All we can do is scold him.
"You old guys are just jealous, what did I say wrong?
Is this a good painting? Was it painted by gangsters? Did he not join the Art Association? Is it considered a folk artist?" Yang Mingde was naturally unconvinced and argued with several people.
"I said you old guys, are you crazy?
What's the noise about? I heard the voices of you old guys outside the building." The old lady opened the door and came in.
"Mr. Liu, you come to judge!
Should this old guy like Lao Yang be scolded..." Wu Zuoren pulled the old lady and asked her to comment.
"Speaking of which, Lao Yang did this a bit shamelessly, but this painting is indeed a good painting. Whether it is the structural layout, the thickness of the brush and ink, or the smearing of the colors, it is all a masterpiece.
This is not a lie." The old lady stepped forward and took a look at Zhang Junping's painting, and said with a smile.
"Mr. Liu, I discovered that you are in the same group!"
"I finally understand. Compared with you, Lao Yang is still a bit inferior. He still wants us to praise you. It's better for you. How can you praise yourself?"
"What? My apprentice paints well. As a master, I can't praise him even more?" the old lady said angrily with a glare.
"Yes, why not! I mean, you are much more sincere than Lao Yang. He is so hypocritical. He is embarrassed to praise himself, so he tries to show off to us in various ways, hoping that we will praise him for him." Wu Zuoren hurriedly explained with a smile.
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The old lady has a very detached status in Central America, and she doesn't like to compete for fame and wealth. No one dares to offend the old lady.
"That's pretty much it!" The old lady gave Wu Zuoren a look that meant he knew who he was.
A few old naughty boys laughed and joked for a while before getting down to business.
"Mr. Liu, Lao Yang, will you send all ten works to the exhibition?"
"What? Do you have any objections? There is no stipulated number of paintings for the exhibition of young painters' works in Jiguge Pavilion, right? Also a correction, among the eleven works, there is also one "City Under the Sun" that will also be included in the exhibition."
"There are no regulations, but don't you think this is a bit too high-profile? This is not your apprentice's solo exhibition. You should at least leave a way for other young painters to survive."
"Old Wu, I don't like hearing what you are saying. Why don't I leave them a way to survive?"
"Your apprentice is not on the same level as those young painters. Take two paintings over and let them know what it means to be outside the world and to have a heaven outside.
Just let those old guys know that we at Central Academy of Fine Arts are not engaging in a one-word talk, that’s all.