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

Chapter 142: Comparing with her is just embarrassing

"Miss Shumo, this is Mr. Ji's grandson, named Ji Li. He went abroad to study at the age of ten. He stayed there for more than ten years and learned some basic Western painting techniques. He thought he was superior to others. Not long ago, he returned to China and looked down on Chinese painting everywhere, saying that our Chinese painting is garbage."

The staff obviously also hated Ji Li's arrogance and ignorance, and spoke of him to Shu Mowan with disdain.

Shu Mowan sneered, "Mr. Ji is a renowned painter, but he taught such a person who has forgotten his roots. It's really a misfortune for our family."

"You go ahead and do your work. I'll go meet him."

she said.

Before leaving, the staff member still reminded her worriedly: "Ms. Shu Mo, he has a bad temper, please be careful."

"I know. Go ahead."

Shu Mowan waved his hand and said.

After the staff left, Shu Mowan walked towards Ji Li.

He continued to criticize Chinese painting, calling it "low" all the time, which made everyone around him very dissatisfied. However, due to Mr. Ji's status, no one dared to step forward and scold him to stop him.

"Young Master Ji keeps saying that Chinese painting is rubbish. Is he trying to slap his grandfather in the face?"

Shu Mowan crossed his arms over his chest and said with a half-smile.

You should know that Mr. Ji has been painting Chinese paintings all his life and is called an old artist.

"Who?"

Ji Li was interrupted and turned around unhappily. He originally wanted to teach the talkative person a lesson, but when he saw Shu Mowan's exquisite face, his eyes widened in amazement.

"Beautiful lady, are you here to see the painting?"

When he faced Shu Mowan, his attitude completely changed, and he showed his passion for picking up girls. "Then you're right to find me. I studied painting abroad for more than ten years, and my painting skills have long been perfect. I'm even better than Fan Yu. I'm the one who paints the sunflower series, you know?"

"..."

Shu Mowan twitched the corner of his mouth slightly.

She reminded: "Master Ji, could it be that his name is Van Gogh?"

He even got the person's name wrong, yet he still dared to say that he was as good as Van Gogh. Who gave him the confidence to be so shameless?

Although the Ji family's status is not low, it is not invincible.

Being so arrogant, it is obvious how much Mr. Ji failed in teaching Sun.

Ji Li was stunned for two seconds, then turned to ask the person next to him: "Is his name Van Gogh?"

After receiving a positive answer, he was embarrassed for a few seconds before confidently waving his hands, "Beauty, this is not important. A name is just a title. The most important thing is to have real ability, don't you think?"

Shu Mowan just looked at him coldly, waiting for him to come up with something.

"You can come to the art exhibition, which shows that you love to appreciate art. The paintings displayed here are all Chinese paintings, which are pure garbage. You don't need to bother looking at them, it will pollute your eyes. I will take you to see mine, which I guarantee will brighten your eyes again and again. Maybe after seeing them, you will fall deeply in love with a man as talented as me."

Ji Li is as confident as he can be.

Shu Mowan glanced at the indescribable expression of the person behind him and almost laughed.

Sometimes being so confident is a skill.

Really.

"Go and have a look."

she said.

She also wanted to see what Ji Li's paintings looked like so that he could say that these displayed Chinese paintings were rubbish.

You have to know that anyone who can display a painting requires a certain level of skill.

Ji Li took Shu Mowan to see it with great interest.

"Beautiful lady, please look, these paintings are all drawn by me, aren't they beautiful?"

When they arrived at the place where his paintings were exhibited, Ji Li confidently pointed it out to Shu Mowan.

Shu Mowan looked at these paintings and fell silent for a rare moment.

She felt that even the ghostly scribbles were more beautiful than Ji Li's graffiti.

How did Uncle Zhang agree to allow such rubbish paintings to be included in the exhibition? Isn't he afraid that people will go back and say after seeing them that the art exhibitions in the Beijing circle are getting worse with each generation?

"Well, I just want to say that if you don't have aesthetic taste, you can donate your eyes to someone in need."

Shu Mowan spoke to Ji Li rudely.

Ji Li didn't quite understand and asked suspiciously, "Beauty, what do you mean?"

"What I mean is, you have good eyesight, but you can't see that your painting is rubbish?"

Shu Mowan didn't tolerate him at all.

Ji Li's face suddenly darkened, and he said unhappily, "Where is the garbage?"

"I call you beautiful because you are beautiful, not because you are talking nonsense."

He was furious. "You know these paintings? Everyone says they're unprecedented and unparalleled. That's how beautiful they are."

"Yes, it's true, it's unprecedented and unparalleled. After all, no normal person can draw something as ugly as you."

Shu Mowan commented.

"you……"

Ji Li was furious. He pointed at Shu Mowan and said, "Don't think that just because you're pretty, I won't hit you."

Shu Mowan rolled her eyes.

If he hits her again, can he win?

Ji Li was irritated by her, but he couldn't bear to hit her pretty face, so he had to give her a way out and said, "If you apologize to me, I won't bother with you."

"Instead of asking me to apologize, you should go and pour out the water in your brain."

Shu Mowan sarcastically said, "Don't be able to see that I'm beautiful, but you can't see how ugly your own paintings are."

"You painted a piece of garbage, yet you're shouting that Chinese painting is ugly. If I were you, I wouldn't be ashamed to leave the room."

She sneered disdainfully: "It's a pity that your grandfather, who is so famous in the painting world, raised a self-righteous bastard like you."

When facing young men who worship foreigners and are extremely confident, she usually speaks harshly.

"you you……"

Ji Li was so angry that he jumped up and down, "You stupid woman, you talk so much, do you think you know a lot about painting?"

Seeing that Shu Mowan was so pretty, he thought she was just a cultured person pretending to be rich.

After all, many so-called socialites like to take photos at art exhibitions and post them on WeChat Moments to attract the attention of wealthy people.

Commonly known as making money by catching rich people.

"Compared to someone like you who is not even half-baked, he naturally knows a lot."

Shu Mowan damaged the Tao.

"Then let's have a competition. If you can beat me, I won't say Chinese paintings are ugly anymore."

Ji Li shouted.

Shu Mowan gladly accepted the challenge.

Today she would let this overly conceited young man see how beautiful Chinese paintings were and how they could not be compared with foreign paintings.

Ji Li asked someone to bring a table and prepare pen, ink and paper to draw these. He wanted to curb this woman's arrogance today and let her know how good her painting skills were.

If she said his paintings were graffiti, it was because the woman didn't know how to appreciate them. He would just paint something she could understand.

After the strokes on the table were ready, Ji Li crossed his arms and said, "Woman, I'll let you draw first, so that you won't lack confidence after I finish."

Shu Mowan didn't argue with him, but stood in front of the table and started drawing.

This time she painted the beautiful mountains and rivers of her motherland. As soon as she put pen to paper, the magnificent mountains and rivers jumped onto the paper.

Ji Li originally wanted to laugh at her, but he never expected that she could draw with a pen, and the drawing was so magnificent.

The artistic conception in the painting is definitely not something that can be captured by a camera.

The things photographed by the camera are like images, but they are lifeless objects without souls. However, Shu Mowan's paintings are endowed with souls, making them look particularly vivid.

No matter how confident Ji Li was, how stupid he was, or how much he didn't want to admit it, he had to admit that Shu Mowan's paintings were really good.

His half-baked painting skills are a joke if compared with Shu Mowan's.

Caught in a dilemma, he felt a burning sensation on his face.

If I had listened to grandpa earlier, I wouldn't have brought the painting to the exhibition today. I feel so embarrassed.

After Shu Mowan finished painting, he raised his chin slightly and pointed at Ji Li's table. His meaning was very clear, saying that he could paint now.

Ji Li didn't want to embarrass himself by painting, so he had to hide his guilty conscience with an arrogant and picky attitude.

"You can only draw like this, and you still want to compete with me in painting. Are you out of your mind?"

He snorted coldly, "How about this? Since I'm quite satisfied with your face, if you apologize to me, I'll reluctantly let you win. How about that?"

Shu Mowan only said a few cold words: "Draw it for me!"

Ji Li was frightened by her momentum and felt ashamed. He jumped up and down: "Stupid woman, what's your attitude? I let you win because I think highly of you. Otherwise, believe me or not..."

Before he could finish his words, a dagger was pressed against his neck.

He didn't even know when Shu Mowan made his move.

Shu Mowan looked at him coldly, "Are you still talking nonsense?"