Genius Daddy in the City

When I saw the leading boy in the Japanese group.

The faces of many leading figures in the Chinese art world behind Wu Wenshan suddenly changed, and then they all exclaimed.

"It turned out to be him, Sato Seiichi, when did he come to our country of China?!!"

Even Wu Wenshan's eyes were fixed.

"Sato Seiichi, it's Sato Seiichi, my God!"

Some people in the crowd of onlookers also recognized him one after another, and couldn't help but let out bursts of disbelieving screams.

Even Cang Shuxue is no exception.

The fat man Li Erguo behind Li Yongmin couldn't help but ask: "Teacher Cang, who is this Sato Seiichi?"

Ye Chen and Li Yongmin both looked at Cang Shuxue.

Cang Shuxue took a deep breath and looked at the young boy from Japan with her beautiful eyes: "Sato Seiichi is the youngest talented painter in Japan. It is said that he learned painting at the age of four and mastered painting at the age of eight. Tao, when he was only ten years old, his works became a sensation in Japan."

"It is said that when this boy was eleven years old, he challenged Ishikawa Ichiro, the painting saint of Japan at that time. Later..."

At this point, she suddenly stopped and her face turned pale.

The little fat man rolled his eyes: "What happened next? Teacher Cang, tell me, are you trying to kill us?"

"It is rumored that this young man later made a picture of hell in our country during the competition. The painting saint Ishikawa Ichiro just looked at it and couldn't extricate himself."

Cang Shuxue paused, and said with an unnatural look on her face: "After everyone realized something was wrong, when they stepped forward to try to wake up Ishikawa Ichiro, they found that Ishikawa Ichiro had... expired!"

Her voice was neither loud nor quiet, but it spread to every corner of the competition hall word by word. Everyone couldn't help but feel terrified after hearing her words.

"Did you die after just one look at his paintings? Impossible!"

"It's true. A friend of mine in Japan also mentioned this to me. Later, Sato Seiichi became the youngest painting saint in Japan. It is said that the paintings he made can make people hallucinate."

A woman in luxurious clothes stammered.

Everyone couldn't help but look at Sato Seiichi with disbelief, with a strong look of fear in their eyes.

Now Master Wu has met his match!

at the same time.

A young man in a suit slowly walked out from behind Seiichi Sato.

The other party nodded politely to everyone, then looked at Wu Wenshan and said in the purest Chinese: "Inoue Kazuhiko has met Master Wu of Chinese traditional painting."

"Mr. Inoue brought people to look for me today. What do you want?" Wu Wenshan looked directly at him with an expressionless face, or to be precise, he looked directly at Sato Seiichi behind him.

Inoue Kazuhiko smiled warmly and said: "The man behind Inoue is our new generation of Japanese painting saint, Mr. Sato. Mr. Sato has long heard the name of the Chinese painting saint Master Wu, so he traveled across the ocean to China in person, just to meet Wu. Master, let’s talk about painting.”

This person is very eloquent. He obviously came here to cause trouble and argue, but when it came to his mouth, it turned into a conversation.

"presumptuous!"

Before Wu Wenshan could speak, an old man behind him stood up and scolded: "Mr. Inoue, who do you think our Master Wu is? Can you challenge us at will?"

"Yes, you can challenge if you want. You have to tell us in advance. We will start the competition after we confirm the date. How can you be so reckless? It is indeed a small barbarian country!"

Another person refused.

These people are all bigwigs in the Jinling art world, and their purpose is simply that the challenge comes too suddenly, and Wu Wenshan is not mentally prepared. If one of them does not perform well, it will ruin the face of China.

After all, the other party defeated a painting saint!

"But our group's visas are about to expire, and we have to return to China tomorrow morning at the latest. I wonder if Master Wu has time today?" Inoue Kazuhiko frowned.

"No, get out of here, I'll kill you if I ask again!"

Many onlookers cursed loudly.

Inoue Kazuhiko's face looked a little ugly. After turning around and talking to Seiichi Sato behind him, he saw the young painter Seiichi Sato leading everyone towards the outside, seemingly planning to leave.

When he walked to the door, Sato Chengyi stopped, looked back at Wu Wenshan and others, grinned with disdain: "Chinese people are all losers who dare not challenge!"

At the end of his words, he gave a provocative thumbs up.

As soon as these words came out, everyone at the scene exploded. Countless people rolled up their sleeves and rushed to stop them, and some kept throwing things at Inoue Kazuhiko and others.

And Sato Seiichi was not only unafraid, but even more disdainful!

"Wait!"

Wu Wenshan, who had been silent all this time, spoke loudly and loudly: "Since you want to fight, then let's fight. I accept your challenge!"

Although he is afraid of Kato Seiichi and doesn't want to fight!

But he had to fight!

Because he knew that if these Japanese people were allowed to leave, negative news about Wu Wenshan, the saint he painted, would not dare to fight, would soon be revealed on the Internet, and it would even rise to the level of national dignity.

"very good!"

Sato Seiichi smiled.

Next, the staff of Jinling Art Museum discussed with Inoue Kazuhiko and others and unanimously decided to place the competition venue in a wetland park opposite Jinling Art Museum.

More than half an hour later.

Almost everyone gathered in the Wetland Park. Looking around, hundreds of people turned out to be an overcrowded scene.

Sato Seiichi and Wu Wenshan stood in an open space in the Wetland Park one after another. There was an artificial lake beside them. It was the autumn and winter season, and the lake was cold and motionless, like stagnant water.

"Two of you, who comes first?"

Several big names in the art world in Jinling, who were temporarily selected as judges, looked at each other and then asked.

Just as Wu Wenshan was about to speak, he saw Inoue Kazuhiko step forward and said first: "Mr. Sato feels deeply guilty for his sudden visit to Master Wu. In order to express his apology, he decided to come first!"

After saying this, he clapped his hands. Immediately, two Japanese men opened their backpacks and took out a wide and long canvas. They each grabbed one end of the canvas and opened the blank canvas like a white sheet. Wall general.

Wait until all preparations are completed.

Sato Seiichi took a step forward, took a deep breath and closed his eyes. At the same time, he picked up the brush and kept swiping on the canvas in various ways, with movements like clouds and flowing water.

The entire scene fell silent.

Everyone stared at all this with their eyes wide open, for fear of missing any detail. Even so, their minds couldn't help but be agitated by it.

“He actually closed his eyes and painted!”

"Oh my God, how is this possible? I can't see anything when I close my eyes. What if I draw the wrong picture?"

Many people secretly exclaimed.

The look they looked at Sato again became unusual.

This is a master, an absolute master!