The Dazzling Princess in Modern Times
Chapter 140: Yuan Wanxia Shows His Brilliance
Jun Shiling was stunned by Shen Xiu's words and did not react at first.
When he realized what Shen Xiu was talking about, Jun Shiling clenched his fists tightly, and an unnatural gaze flashed across his eyes.
Just as he was about to reprimand her loudly, he realized that Shen Xiu had escaped after speaking.
Jun Shiling went inside the house. Xia Wanyuan was rolling up her sleeves. He saw his arm being hit by a horse whip. It was slightly red, but fortunately, there were no injuries.
“Let me apply medicine for you,” Jun Shiling said as he took the ointment beside him.
His originally calm heart wavered when he saw Xia Wanyuan stretch out her arm that was as white as a lotus root.
After applying the ointment to the swollen area, Jun Shiling suddenly stopped as he recalled Shen Xiu's words.
“What's wrong?” Xia Wanyuan asked.
“It's okay. Do yourself. I just remembered I had to do something.” With that, Jun Shiling stood up and walked away.
Xia Wanyuan was left staring at Jun Shiling's back in confusion. For some reason, he felt Jun Shiling look a little confused.
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“Ck, tsk. He really drew it very well. I'm really embarrassed. I have received many years of praise from this industry, but I cannot compare to a young woman who is only 20 years old.”
In the professor's office at Qing University, Professor Zhang clicked his tongue in surprise when he looked at the painting sent by Xia Wanyuan.
If he did not see Xia Wanyuan drawing with his own eyes, he would not dare to believe that such an experienced brushstroke was drawn by a twenty-year-old girl.
At that moment, the phone rang.
“Hey, Old Zhang, did you get the painting of the mysterious painter? You can't hide it yourself. Bring it for us see.”
Ever since Master Li Qian of the Painter Association saw the ink bamboo painting that Professor Zhang had brought before, he had always treated the painting as a treasure. Upon learning that Professor Zhang had asked Yuan Wanxia for another painting, he inevitably called Professor Zhang.
“Oh, Chairman Li, your ears are real. I just got the painting and you know it. Don't worry, I'll bring the painting tomorrow when I go to the association.”
After hanging up the phone, Professor Zhang examined it carefully again and found many details that he was not aware of the first time. He was impressed by Xia Wanyuan's talent.
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He was one step closer to recruiting other talented professors at Qing University.
Professor Zhang's lover was someone who had been recruited by the Qing University's in charge. Inviting a painter who had been recognized by the Painter's Treaty was only a considerable achievement.
Thinking that his wife would turn a blind eye to his drink when he was happy, Professor Zhang was very happy.
From the first boneless paintings of peaches to ink bamboo paintings sent by Professor Zhang to the Painter's Association, this painter, originally named Yuan Wanxia, was, gradually attract the attention of domestic painting industry.
In both paintings, there were actually many lost works of art and hidden brush skills. Everyone suspected that this master might be an expert hidden among commoners.
Everyone had been flipping through some of the more famous paintings in China in recent years, but they could not find any work similar to this person's scratch.
Due to his outstanding skills and the fact that they were unable to find the original artist, Yuan Wanxia became even more mysterious. In a short period of time, his work had risen to a relatively high price.
Many people wanted to purchase the painting from Professor Zhang through various connections.
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