Chapter 257 A Group of Ghosts

Everyone in the hall watched with wide eyes as he tore up the painting and threw it out. Finally, they looked at the old Korean man with contempt on their faces.

The crowd was strangely silent, except for the uncles who acted as they should.

Even the little girl's parents did not expect such a thing to happen. They stood there not knowing whether to leave or continue to stay.

Just because the little girl wanted to touch the painting with her hands, these foreigners pushed her to the ground.

Now that this painting has been torn down, someone is probably going crazy!

Sure enough, the old man's eyes turned red when he reacted, and his fingers were trembling as he pointed at the uncle tearing off the painting in front of him. The apprentices next to him rushed over immediately.

If he hadn't seen that there were quite a few uncles on the other side, he would have taken action again right away.

Even so, he notified the museum immediately and made it clear that he planned to stop the uncles from leaving.

The uncles, however, took their time, and even looked at the other side as if they were looking at idiots.

The man who tore up the painting is called Wu Daozi! There is only one person in Chinese history who is known as the Saint of Painting... and that's him!

Since he said this painting is garbage, it must be garbage, especially in the field of traditional Chinese painting, it is of epoch-making significance for China.

Not even mentioning Wu Daozi, but also people like Gu Kaizhi and Tang Bohu... The reason why he tore up the painting was just because he stood closer to the front.

It is no exaggeration to say that none of these uncles probably have a research and understanding of painting that this old man can understand!

But... others don't know this, and neither does this old man Lin Duanguo.

He was almost going crazy with anger, especially when he saw that these Chinese people who looked very ordinary across from him dared to say that his paintings were garbage!

This is unbearable. My apprentice just said that he is the best ink painter in the world!

This tense confrontation did not last long. People from the museum arrived, followed by Tian Yuan. They came over immediately to explain to Chen Wei what he had learned.

"These Koreans insist on staying in the exhibition hall. The person in charge of the museum persuaded them several times, but they just refused to leave. There is nothing we can do here. It seems that they have no intention of causing trouble, so we let them go..."

Tianyuan quickly told the cause and effect of the incident, and then Chen Wei understood what was going on.

But these are not important now. What is important is that the uncles have caused trouble. When they realized it, the painting had been torn off.

So now, these Koreans will definitely not give up!

Seeing the museum staff coming, these Koreans suddenly became more arrogant, shouting and talking nonsense in very excited voices.

The onlookers didn't say much. After the staff understood, they seemed a little helpless, and then turned to the uncles.

"You tore up their paintings, and now they have to compensate..."

Before the uncles could speak, Chen Wei stood up.

Many people saw his actions and thought he was worried about what the uncles would suffer. However, only Chen Wei and Tian Yuan knew that they stood up because they were worried about what others would suffer.

If that black-faced old man pulls out his sword again with a loud sound, none of these Koreans will be able to escape by then.

So before these uncles got angry, Chen Wei thought about calming things down quickly.

As a result, after a few words of negotiation, Lin Duanguo and the others seemed very excited and seemed to want to eat people.

And when it comes to compensation, the fixed price is two million!

This price is not compensation at all, it is clearly blackmail!

The staff at the museum and Chen Wei felt a little angry. These guys were so ignorant!

When the noise became more and more fierce, Wu Daozi asked Tian Yuan what was going on.

Because Chen Wei was worried that the uncles would hear him, he deliberately negotiated at a distance because no one else knew what the situation was.

Tianyuan, who had just understood and came over, hesitated and told the situation.

"They were planning to ask for two million in compensation for the painting just now, otherwise they would cause trouble..."

After finishing speaking, someone asked, "How many cows can two million... buy?"

"More than a hundred..."

After thinking about it, Tianyuan said.

Then the uncles got angry.

“That kind of thing costs more than a hundred cows?”

"I can draw better than him with my eyes closed!"

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The uncles were about to go up to argue, but because their voices were too loud, Lin Duanguo and Chen Wei over there also looked over.

Everyone else didn't quite understand what he said, but Wu Daozi's sentence that he could be stronger than Lin Duanguo if he drew it with his eyes closed... everyone heard it clearly.

Many people think that Lin Duanguo cannot speak Chinese. In fact, he has been pretending. He learned this painting skill in China in his early years, so although he is not very fluent in Chinese, it sounds like there is no obstacle.

Wu Daozi had already made him very angry when he said that his paintings were rubbish, and now he heard this same guy claiming that he was better than him even with his eyes closed.

This simply made Lin Duanguo feel as if he was about to explode.

He no longer had any intention of holding on to his worth. He stared at Wu Daozi and asked in a cold voice, "Do you think you can draw better than me with your eyes closed?"

As soon as he spoke, the surroundings immediately became much quieter. The onlookers turned their attention to the uncles, feeling that Lin Duanguo was a little too shameless. It was as if he had no brains in making things difficult.

Even if his paintings are indeed rubbish, how could anyone in the world be able to draw them with their eyes closed?

But at the same time, they also felt that these uncles spoke a little too openly.

It was okay to tear up the painting before and say that kind of thing because I was angry, but now I am talking nonsense, isn't it clear to others that I can tell the truth?

Now that Lin Duanguo is so competitive, what can they do?

Chen Wei also became anxious immediately. He was really afraid of offending these ancestors, and then he pulled out the sword with a cry... and that was it!

But just as he was about to speak, he suddenly saw Wu Daozi laughing.

"Oh? It seems you don't believe it?"

Lin Duanguo originally thought that this annoying guy might be messy and didn't want to believe it. When he heard that he still persisted, he was a little surprised, but then he had a sinister thought in his heart.

"Okay! If that's the case, as long as you can draw a better work than mine with your eyes closed, I admit that my stuff is garbage, and I will never make it difficult for you! If you draw it... then two million in compensation Not even a cent is missing, and you must all kneel down and apologize to me!”

Staring at Wu Daozi, Lin Duanguo's voice sounded like he was gritting his teeth.

"Haha, how difficult is it! You look like a three-year-old child, I can draw it with my eyes closed!"

"It's a small skill, count me in!"

"I'm coming too. I haven't painted for a long time and my hands are itchy."

"Since you brothers are so enthusiastic, then Bohu will naturally accompany you to the end!"

"It's so lively, I'm coming too!"

…

Then, a completely unbelievable scene appeared.

If Wu Daozi had raved before and everyone still thought it was him alone, then in this scene... I can only say that these people are crazy!

The entire hall was eerily quiet, and everyone looked at the uncles opposite them with great interest as they stood up.

One after another...in the end Lin Duanguo's eyes almost popped out!

all!

Do you know what it's all about? That is to say, the dark group of uncles in front of me just now are all standing up, with excitement in their eyes to draw!

That's right, what each of them means is very clear, that is, what you draw with your eyes closed will definitely be better than Lin Duanguo!

Chen Wei's mind went blank. He felt that this time he took on a tour was the craziest ever. It wasn't that he was crazy, it was actually the guests who were crazy.

Lin Duanguo, on the other hand, took a long time to react.

He felt like he was being trampled, and he wasn't alone... he was a group of people!

However, this group of people didn't seem to take his win seriously at all. Everyone could see that the reason why they were so interested was entirely because of each other!

Anger, uncontrollable anger seemed to burn Lin Duanguo!

In the world of Korean calligraphy and painting, he is regarded as a god. Countless people want to be his students, and his paintings are also regarded as treasures.

But today...he felt like he had seen a ghost!

And it’s not one ghost… it’s a group of ghosts!