Why do you mess with her? She is a black and white person.

Chapter 143: Being abused by her and beaten by her own grandfather

Ji Li was startled and stammered, "Woman, don't mess around, I'll just draw... draw."

Only then did Shu Mowan put away the dagger.

"hurry up."

She said impatiently.

Ji Li regretted it very much. If he had known that this woman was so crazy and would attack him at the slightest disagreement, he would never bring her to see his paintings.

Now, isn't it a joke to compete with a top painter like her?

He picked up the pen and drew his masterpiece in frustration.

This time it was better than graffiti, but compared to someone with a background in painting, it looked like garbage.

"You say you can paint like this, how dare you say Chinese painting is bad?"

Shu Mowan raised her finger and pointed at Ji Li, saying coldly.

Ji Li was afraid that she would suddenly go crazy, so his excuses were a bit hollow. "I think it's pretty good. People around me say that my paintings are beautiful."

"Why, if someone says you're pretty, you don't need your eyes anymore, right?"

Shu Mowan played with the dagger in his hand and said.

Facing the glowing dagger, Ji Li swallowed timidly and shook his head.

"Tell me again, is your painting beautiful?"

Shu Mowan asked.

Ji Li really wanted to say that with a dagger pointed at him, he couldn't say it looked good even if he thought it looked good.

"Master Ji, you'd better tell the truth, otherwise this dagger of mine won't have eyes."

Shu Mowan sneered.

Ji Li risked his words and said, "It's almost like a piece of garbage."

"Hey, your eyes are finally not blind anymore?"

Shu Mowan taunted.

Ji Li felt humiliated and embarrassed.

Of course there is nothing wrong with his eyesight, it's just that he has listened to too much flattery from those around him, which has boosted his confidence so much that he can't see the problems he has.

But now that he was threatened by Shu Mowan, he also realized that his paintings were really ugly.

"Everyone, please comment. Which of these two paintings is better?"

Shu Mowan also asked the staff to bring a large loudspeaker, and she shouted into the loudspeaker.

Soon, a lot of people gathered here.

"If you're afraid of offending people, just vote anonymously. Let's see who gets more votes, me or him."

She also said considerately.

The staff immediately brought out the voting box and asked everyone to write down their favorites.

Everyone is happy to participate in work that does not offend anyone.

After the votes were cast and counted, Shu Mowan got all the votes and Ji Li got zero votes.

"..."

Ji Li originally thought that everyone would give him a few tickets for the sake of his grandfather, but he didn't expect that no one voted.

Who is this woman that makes everyone disregard his grandfather's face?

"Why are you looking at me? Are you dissatisfied with the result?"

Shu Mowan glanced at him indifferently and said.

Ji Li shook his head.

But in the end, he grumbled unwillingly, "But everyone says my paintings are beautiful."

He still refused to admit that his paintings were ugly.

"Even if your painting is like this, some people still say it looks good. I can only say that they are attracted by the fact that you are the son of the Ji family."

Shu Mowan said disdainfully.

Ji Li opened his mouth to refute, but was suddenly hit on the heel. He turned around angrily: "Who the hell is..."

Facing his grandfather's fiery eyes, he shrank his shoulders and said hesitantly, "Grandpa, why are you here?"

"If I hadn't come, would you have known that you were embarrassing yourself at the exhibition?"

Ji Lao said angrily.

He couldn't resist Ji Li's request last night and reluctantly agreed to let him take the painting to the exhibition, but he also told Xiao Zhang to put the unfilial grandson's painting in an inconspicuous place.

He was still clear about the level of his grandson's painting skills.

Ji Li frowned and subconsciously retorted: "Grandpa, how could I be embarrassed? If she hadn't been such a teacher and hadn't insisted on holding me back, would I have made a fool of myself?"

Now that his grandfather is here, he doesn't have to be afraid of Shu Mowan anymore.

Mr. Ji hit him on the calf with his crutch again.

"If you hadn't been so outspoken at the exhibition about the poor quality of Chinese painting, would Shu Mo have bothered you?"

The old man cursed angrily, "I have been painting Chinese paintings all my life, and the good reputation I have accumulated has been ruined by you, an unfilial descendant."

"Grandpa, she is Shu Mo?"

Ji Li said in shock.

He had just returned to China and was not very familiar with domestic painters, but he had heard his grandfather mention Shu Mo many times, so he had a deep memory of her.

Grandpa said that he had studied painting for many years, but his paintings were terrible, which brought shame to him. Then his grandfather praised Shumo a lot, and naturally he was not convinced after hearing it so much.

"She is Shu Mo, making you even more embarrassed?"

Ji Lao said sarcastically.

"..."

Ji Li got angry and said with a curled lip: "Grandpa, can you stop praising others and belittling me like shit?"

He also has his dignity.

"If you could paint Chinese paintings well instead of stupidly learning Western paintings, what can I say to you?"

Mr. Ji was also angry, "I think you have been spoiled by your parents. You don't even listen to me."

It would bring shame to him as well.

"Traditional Chinese painting, traditional Chinese painting. All you know all day is traditional Chinese painting. What's so good about it?"

Ji Li jumped up and down, "Photographing landscapes and people is not as good as taking pictures with a camera. It's annoying to look at them."

Mr. Ji became even angrier and wanted to beat to death this grandson who had no knowledge of Chinese painting at all.

“Can a camera capture the artistic conception of this landscape?”

Shu Mowan pointed at his own painting and said.

Ji Li took a look and got stuck.

No matter how stupid he is, he knows that the camera can't capture it.

A good work of art can make people feel as if they are there and appreciate the painter's superb painting skills.

"Even if I can't capture it, it doesn't matter. What I capture with a camera is still more accurate than a painting."

Ji Li was stubborn.

Ji Lao's eyebrows twitched with anger, and he raised his crutch to hit him.

"Grandpa, you can't get angry just because I tell the truth."

Ji Li shouted as he ran.

Mr. Ji swung his cane more vigorously, but as he was old, his strength couldn't keep up, and he was out of breath after a while.

Chairman Zhang stepped forward to stop them and dissuade them.

"Okay, old man, don't really make yourself angry."

"I'm so angry! Not only does this bastard not understand Chinese painting at all, he even slanders it."

"Everyone has different hobbies, that's normal."

"But you can't forget where your roots are."

"..."

President Zhang cannot comment on this.

If his bastard dares to achieve his own worship of foreign things by slandering his own country, he will definitely break his legs.

"Find someone to kick him out for me."

Mr. Ji didn't want to see Ji Li, this unfilial son, and said.

President Zhang called security and asked them to ask Ji Li to leave.

"Wait, throw out the rubbish he's going to exhibit today."

"Grandpa, that's my masterpiece, not garbage. You can't throw it away."

"shut up."

Ji Lao growled.

"Even if you sew my mouth shut, you can't throw away my painstakingly crafted work."

Ji Li was dissatisfied.

Mr. Ji was so angry that his chest felt a little stuffy.

This painting is uglier than graffiti, and this bastard still dares to say that he put a lot of effort into it?

His reputation as a master of Chinese painting is about to be ruined by this unfilial grandson.

"Ji Li."

Shu Mowan suddenly called out to Ji Li.

"what?"

Ji Li turned his head to look at her and saw several thin needles flying towards him. He was startled, and by the time he reacted and wanted to dodge, they had already pierced his body.

He suddenly found that he could not only not move, but he couldn't even speak.

"Ah ah ah..."

Ji Li screamed at Shu Mowan in panic.

Shu Mowan clapped her hands, "Didn't you ask Master Ji to sew your mouth shut?"

She was just helping him.

Ji Li widened his eyes and wanted to say that he was just joking, why did she take it seriously?

And was the silver needle she flew at him coated with a deadly poison? Otherwise, why couldn't he move his body?

"You can take him to his room now."

Shu Mowan said to Anbao.

Security was ordered to take Ji Li away.

Ji Lao walked up to Shu Mowan, looking guilty: "Shu Mo, I'm sorry, I made you laugh."

"Mr. Ji, it doesn't matter if I laugh at you. The most important thing is that if you continue to let Mr. Ji be such a jerk, your good reputation in your later years may be ruined."

Shu Mowan spoke frankly.

Ji Lao's face froze slightly, then he smiled bitterly, "Shu Mo, you're right. It's all my fault for letting his parents discipline him too much."

Shu Mowan declined to comment.

How others teach their children is their business.

However, if you spoil your child like this, it's only a matter of time before he becomes embarrassed.

Old Ji's face felt a little hot and he felt embarrassed.

But in the end, his concern for his grandson prevailed, and he couldn't help but ask, "Shu Mo, is Ji Li okay?"