Chapter 124 Stealing Paintings

Wu Chuang didn't change his face, and smiled slightly: "I wonder if Qi always wants to help the person beside you to get 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 didn't shy away, "I think my apprentice's level is not as good as Wei Cheng's, but it's still more than enough compared to others."

Wu Chuang replied politely: "Okay, if your apprentice is as powerful as you said, then I will return the quota to her."

He looked at Qin Churou, "excuse me, what's your name?"

Qin Churou answered.

Wu Chuang nodded and went back to the office to take out two paintings, one of which belonged to Qin Churou.

He opened it and asked, "You drew 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.

"Okay." Wu Chuang began to comment, "This painting does describe the mother's pain of losing her child, but her pain is superficial, and her eyes do not convey any pain. In addition, too much attention is paid to painting skills. , the lines are blunt, but it shows more deficiencies."

Wu Chuang pointed out the shortcomings of Qin Churou's painting sharply, and Qin Churou's face became more and more stiff.

Qi Wenshi's face is also very good and angry. He is a master of a generation, so can't he give him some face?

Wu Chuang still smiled politely, "This painting is outstanding compared to others of the same age, but it is not outstanding in the blue 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, his eyes disdainful.

Sheng is just a junior, and Qin Churou has received his guidance again, and can be worse than this Sheng.

Slowly opening the painting, what caught my eye was a piece of black.

Qi Wenshi sneered, "President Wu, is this what you call a good painting?"

Wu Chuang smiled slightly: "Continue to look down."

Qi Wenshi retracted his gaze, despising Wu Chuang in his heart, but after he became famous, what's there to be proud of?

Qi Wenshi's disdainful gaze fell back to the painting.

The corner of his lips was a mocking smile.

If Sheng's painting is worse than Churou's, then don't blame him.

Of course, after a few seconds, his expression froze, and the contempt in his eyes turned into shock.

"Elder Qi, is Sheng's painting better than your apprentice's painting?" 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,

Of course, he couldn't find any flaws in the eggs.

Qi Wenshi raised his head, anyone with a discerning eye could tell that this painting was better than Qin Churou's, and he couldn't open his eyes and talk nonsense.

But that doesn't mean he will do it.

This painting is enough to shake the art world.

In the third year of high school, at the age of seventeen or eighteen, he can make such a brilliant painting, and no one will believe it.

Qi Wenshi sneered and closed the painting, "Wu Chuang, are you really sure that this painting was made by Sheng himself?"

Wu Chuang frowned, "Old Qi, do you suspect that this painting belongs to someone else, and Sheng is using someone else's painting to participate in the competition?"

He has seen many extremely talented people, and Wei Cheng is one of them.

Sheng can draw such a painting, it does not mean that she must be plagiarizing, maybe there is such a genius in the world.