The Dazzling Princess in Modern Times

Chapter 734 The Assassination Attack of the Princess

When he heard this, before anyone could panic, Cui Jian, who had a regretful expression, immediately panicked. “Nona Grey, what do you mean?”

“Copying is about being almost the same, and I have some painting habits that will make my painting unique. I don't think Xia Wanyuan can imitate my little habits. Since he didn't do it, why should he be considered a success?”

These words were slightly forced, but everyone present was not stupid. No one stood up to retaliate and cause trouble for themselves.

“Though once!!” Cui Jian pretended to be enlightened.

“I think Mrs Gray is right. Xia Wanyuan's paintings at most had the same color lines. How can it be considered successful?”

[F* ck, shameless!]

[Where did this bald old monk come from?? I'm so mad. Who would bully someone like this?]

The domestic fans in the comments were originally preparing to celebrate Xia Wanyuan's victory, but after such a scene, everyone was stunned.

A group of artists can actually be very bold and shameless. They really learned something.

The painter who was familiar with Gray and Cui Jian echoed. The art hall staff were Westerners at first, so they naturally would not lean towards Xia Wanyuan, who was originally from China. “Then, the competition will be series..”.

“Wait.” Xia Wanyuan watched these saints finish their appearances coldly before slowly saying.

“Nona Xia, do you have any questions?” The host felt a little guilty. In fact, from the bottom of his heart, he felt that Xia Wanyuan's painting was really no different from Grey's.

“Take the camera and zoom in. If you find out what is different, I will admit defeat today,” Xia Wanyuan looked around and said.

“Pfft, Xia Wanyuan, stop fighting. It's so late. Everyone has spent more than two hours here. What right do you have to make us play with you here?”

Cui Jian felt that something was wrong and subconsciously did not want the camera to verify it.

“Cabinets.” Xia Wanyuan did not even look at him and called the photographer.

For some reason, the photographer felt that Xia Wanyuan's gaze made one want to submit. He unconsciously moved the camera.

Xia Wanyuan walked to the side and pressed the screen connection.

Two high-definition paintings immediately appeared on the screen in the hall.

Xia Wanyuan enlarged it several times and drew several different angles. Everyone present was silent.

Even with their professional eyes, they did not know who drew the two paintings.

[Come, come, come. Those who have just said that our Xia Wanyuan is not drawing well. Get out and take a few steps.]

[Xia Wanyuan is really too amazing!! Mom, I love her so much!]

In the comments, people from other countries stopped talking, leaving only the fanfare of domestic netizens.

“Continue.” Xia Wanyuan smiled and looked at Grey. “Have you found the difference?”

“You ...” Gray looked at Xia Wanyuan in disbelief. He never expected Xia Wanyuan's painting skills to actually reach this level. He could not even tell which one was his.

“Hmph.” Sensing strange gazes from all directions, Gray could not stand it anymore.

He had actually lost to a little girl, and in front of so many people. This was the most shameful thing he had ever done in decades of his life.

Gray looked at Xia Wanyuan angrily and was about to turn around and leave.

“Wait, remember what you said? You say that you can draw eight hundred Chinese paintings with your eyes closed. Now tell me, can you?”

Xia Wanyuan had very serious feelings towards the country. After all, in his previous life, he was the ruler of the country. He could not bear others insulting the country.

“You're cruel. Wait and see.” Gray glanced sharply at Xia Wanyuan and did not answer her question. He flicked his sleeve and left with an angry expression.

Everyone present understood that after this competition, Grey's status in the art world would probably plummet.

Now, the way they looked at Xia Wanyuan was a bit strange. This young lady is truly extremely cruel.

The hall was quiet. Xia Wanyuan turned around and said “Thank you” to the photographer, then prepared to leave the hall.

“I really didn't expect Miss Xia to have some skills. Your copy skills are not bad.”

Cui Jian secretly thought that Grey's reputation was fake and useless. He couldn't even finish Xia Wanyuan off.

“Side, I'll be back.” It was already past the time to eat, and Xia Wanyuan's biological clock had already started reminding her. Xia Wanyuan rushed back to eat.

“Back? Back to where?” Cui Jian smiled.

“Miss Xia, where do you live? We are considered peers. Let me drop you off, Miss Xia.”