Genius Daddy in the City

If Cang Shuxue's first sentence didn't arouse everyone's interest, then the last sentence completely caused the car to explode.

A man with a big belly was shocked and exclaimed subconsciously: "What? Can the first placer in the competition be accepted as a disciple by Master Wu, the Painting Saint? Is it true?"

"Really or not? With Master Wu's status, how could he be interested in this small children's painting competition?" A man wearing gold-rimmed glasses and a Chinese character face couldn't stop the shock on his face.

"Who is this painting saint you are talking about?"

Some parents said they had never heard of it.

As soon as he finished speaking, he was met with ridicule from the middle-aged man with a big belly: "You have never even heard of the name of Master Wu, the painting saint. I have to say, you are too low!"

The man suddenly looked embarrassed.

The middle-aged man glanced at the crowd, and after seeing that several people didn't know, he couldn't help but introduce them in a ostentatious manner: "You only know Xu Beihong and Qi Baishi, but you don't know the painting sage Wu Wenshan!"

"Master Wu is a leading figure in Chinese calligraphy and painting circles, and is a descendant of Wu Daozi. He is as famous as Qi Baishi and others. His painting skills have reached the level of perfection."

Having said this, he paused and talked again: "It is said that Master Wu once painted a picture of a spring outing in the countryside. As soon as the painting was completed and the ink was not dry, countless butterflies and bees rushed to fly to the painting. flutter."

As soon as these words came out, everyone couldn't help but take a breath of air.

It was just a painting, but it actually caused Bee and Die to go crazy. Has Master Wu's painting skills reached the point where the fake is mistaken for the real one?

"more than!"

The previous middle-aged man wearing gold-rimmed glasses pushed up the frame and said again: "Master Wu is the number one painter in Jinling. Even the president of the Jinling Painting and Calligraphy Association is his disciple. It is rumored that there were once overseas A wealthy businessman offered Master Wu a sky-high price of US$100 million to paint for him, but in the end, Master Wu was not even seen."

The whole car suddenly became quiet.

Everyone felt shocked, obviously they didn't expect that there was such a person in this world. Now even the arrogant young woman with red makeup on her face and a bloated body couldn't sit still.

If her child gets first place in a competition and then becomes a disciple of Wu Wenshan, what does that mean? It's almost unimaginable.

In fact, she was not the only one who thought this way, almost everyone in the car had their eyes flickering.

Li Yongmin looked at the little fat man who was still eating, and suddenly became angry: "You bastard, did you hear that? This time you go to the competition, you must give me a voice, strive to get the first place, and then join Wu Master’s disciple!”

"Do not care!"

The little fat man wiped his greasy mouth and said nonchalantly: "So what? Is it possible that if he draws a chicken leg, it will turn into a real chicken leg? It can't be eaten."

"Dad, please stop drawing these big cakes for me. Fatty, I still know how many pounds I have. Fatty, I don't have any ambitions in this life. I just want to sleep, eat, sleep after eating, and then wait for you." After I die, I will inherit the inheritance and continue to sleep, eat, and sleep.”

"You...who do you want to be?"

Li Yongmin was almost angry to death, so he just hit him!

Ye Chen shook his head slightly, but he didn't care about this painting saint. Not to mention that his painting skills were superb, even if he could turn stones into gold and add the finishing touch, it was no big deal.

When he was in the fairy world, there was a painting workshop under the heaven, commanding dozens of the most powerful painters in the world. These people could change the color of the world and the world with just a touch of a brush, and whatever they painted would become anything.

compare to.

What does a mere mortal painting saint mean?

The reason why he accompanied his daughter to participate in the competition was simply because Su Yuhan and her daughter liked it. As long as they liked it, Ye Chen would satisfy them.

Even if they want the moon in the sky and the dragon in the sea!

Ye Chen can also go up to the sky to catch the moon, and go down to the sea to catch the dragon!

On the contrary, he admired the temperament of the little fat boy Li Erguo. This boy was a typical representative of the new century otaku, with a broad heart and a fat body, and had no desires or desires.

…

Around one o'clock in the afternoon.

The bus finally arrived at its destination - Jinling Art Museum.

The art museum is located at the foot of Zhongshan Mountain. Along the way, you can also see the flower and bird market and the natural park. It also allows people in the car to see the beautiful scenery and cultural atmosphere of Jinling, the ancient capital of the Six Dynasties, which is unparalleled in the south.

The car finally stopped in the open space outside the art museum. After the group got out of the car, they saw that there were all kinds of people around them, including young and old.

"Everyone, the game is less than an hour away. I know everyone is hungry along the way."

Cang Shuxue looked at the time and then said to everyone: "Let's go to eat something first and walk around nearby. We will meet here at 1:50, but we have agreed first that we can't go too far. Otherwise, you may not be able to compete in time, and you must pay attention to safety.”

Before she could finish her words, most of the parents took their children and walked towards the nearby commercial street, their faces full of excitement.

"Fat Master is hungry!"

The little fat man looked at Li Yongmin eagerly.

The corner of Li Yongmin's mouth twitched slightly, and he couldn't help but hold his forehead and said: "You have been eating along the way, aren't you full yet?"

"Dad, I'm hungry too!"

Mengmeng looked around, then hugged Ye Chen's thigh and looked at Ye Chen expectantly. Although Sissi beside her didn't speak, looking at her sluggish look, she was probably starving.

Ye Chen touched the heads of the two little guys, and then looked at Li Yongmin aside: "Brother Li, why don't we find a place to eat together?"

Along the way, he was able to chat with Li Yongmin and his son.

"OK!"

Li Yongmin smiled and nodded, then smiled at Cang Shuxue and said, "Teacher Cang, let's come together? You've been talking to us all the way and you haven't eaten much."

"Okay, thank you!"

Cang Shuxue smiled slightly.

…

A few people walked to the nearby commercial street and found a fairly high-end restaurant to sit down and order something.

As soon as the little fat man sat down, he called the waiter. He waved his hand and said very proudly: "Uncle Ye, Teacher Cang, my dad is treating you today. Just order, but don't save money for him. He is the contractor. Over the years, I’ve made a lot of money.”

Li Yongmin kept a dark face and said nothing.

How can you deceive your father in front of outsiders? Am I still your father? Isn’t it because I hit you a few times before after drinking some Erguotou?

"Give me some duck blood vermicelli, thank you!"

Cang Shuxue chuckled and ordered one.

Mengmeng ordered a dozen edible things in one breath: "Dad, I want to eat soup dumplings, Zhou Hei Ya, this, and that..."

Li Yongmin's face turned darker and darker.

When it was Qianxi's turn, the little guy seemed a little cautious and followed Cang Shuxue in ordering a duck blood vermicelli.

"It's okay. You can order whatever you want to eat. I'll pay for it today." Ye Chen saw her restraint and handed the menu to her again.

When he said this, Li Yongmin felt a little embarrassed and said hurriedly: "Brother Ye, let me pay the bill. This bastard is right. My brother has indeed made a lot of money contracting construction sites over the years."

"Uncle, how much money do you earn?" Mengmeng asked curiously.

The little fat man subconsciously blurted out: "It's not much, just a dozen or two billion, but my dad is too impatient. He likes to wear clothes sold on the street, and he only smokes Yunyan cigarettes that cost a few yuan a pack..."

"Hurry up and eat yours!"

Li Yongmin coughed repeatedly.

As he was talking, there was a sudden sound of brakes downstairs, followed by a lot of screams.

Everyone looked up.

On the street outside, I saw a Hummer running aggressively on the street, and finally drove into a supermarket, smashing the glass door into pieces. Countless people stood outside to watch and point.

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