Wu Chuang's expression did not change, and he smiled slightly and said: "I wonder if Mr. Qi wants to help the person next to you seek justice?"
The topic shifted to Qin Churou.
When Wu Chuang saw Qin Churou, he already guessed that Qin Churou was Qi Wenshi's student.
"Yes." Qi Wenshi said without hesitation, "I think although my apprentice's level is not as good as Wei Cheng's, it is still more than enough compared to others."
Wu Chuang replied politely: "Okay, if your apprentice is as good as you say, then I will return her place."
He looked at Qin Churou, "What's your name, please?"
Qin Churou answered.
Wu Chuang nodded, returned to the office and took out two paintings, one of which was Qin Churou's.
He opened it and asked, "Did you draw this?"
"Yes." Qin Churou nodded.
Qin Churou painted a scene of a woman kneeling on the ground holding a dead child on a rainy night.
"Good." Wu Chuang began to comment, "This painting indeed depicts the pain of a mother losing her child, but her pain is superficial, and her eyes do not convey any pain. In addition, too much emphasis is placed on painting skills. , the lines are stiff, but it shows more shortcomings.”
Wu Chuang sharply pointed out the shortcomings of Qin Churou's painting, and Qin Churou's face became stiffer and stiffer.
Qi Wenshi's expression was too good and he was angry. After all, he was a master of the first generation, why couldn't he save some face
Wu Chuang still smiled politely as always, "This painting is outstanding compared to others of the same age, but it is not outstanding in the green painting competition."
The implication is that he will not change the quota.
"Then I want to see how good that Sheng is." Qi Wenshi sneered.
Wu Chuang handed the painting to Qi Wenshi, "This is her painting."
Qi Wenshi took it with disdain in his eyes.
Sheng is just a junior, and with his guidance, Qin Churou can be worse than this Sheng.
Slowly opening the painting, what comes into view is black.
Qi Wenshi sneered, "Chairman Wu, is this what you call a good painting?"
Wu Chuangwei smiled and said, "Keep reading."
Qi Wenshi looked away, feeling very contemptuous of Wu Chuang, but what's the point of being proud of someone who became famous after him
Qi Wenshi's disdainful gaze fell back on the painting.
There was a mocking smile on his lips.
If Sheng's painting is worse than Chu Rou's, then don't blame him.
However, after a few seconds, his expression froze, and the contempt in his eyes turned into shock.
"Mr. Qi, are Sheng's paintings better than your apprentice's paintings?" Wu Chuang's tone was still very good.
Qi Wenshi looked at the painting carefully, trying to find out what was wrong with the painting.
However, even if he picked at the eggs, he could not find any flaws.
Qi Wenshi raised his head. Anyone with a discerning eye could tell that this painting was better than Qin Churou's. He couldn't open his eyes and tell lies.
But that doesn't mean he will let it go.
This painting is enough to shock the art world.
No one would believe that a senior in high school, only seventeen or eighteen years old, could create such brilliant paintings.
Qi Wenshi sneered and closed the painting, "Wu Chuang, are you really sure that this painting was made by Sheng himself?"
Wu Chuang frowned, "Mr. Qi, are you suspecting that this painting belongs to someone else? Is Sheng using someone else's painting to compete?"
He has met many extremely talented people, and Wei Cheng is one of them.
Just because Sheng can draw such a painting does not necessarily mean that she is plagiarizing. Maybe there really is such a genius in the world.
(End of chapter)