The School Beauty's Super Rogue-Chapter 225 - 223: A Gathering of Famous Paintings

The people of the Chen Family hurriedly surrounded the three men who were knocked down by Qin Hao and helped them up. Those three, upon seeing their backup had arrived, immediately wanted to seek retribution from Qin Hao, but they were sternly stopped.

"You fools, come back!"

The voice of the Patriarch of the Chen Family was authoritative and powerful. As soon as the three heard it, they quickly halted in fright, and then watched as he strode towards Qin Hao.

Qin Hao leisurely stared at the middle-aged man before him. The Patriarch of the Chen Family was well-maintained, with a commanding gaze. His mere presence could indeed intimidate many.

While Qin Hao was observing him, the Patriarch of the Chen Family was also scrutinizing Qin Hao.

He knew Qin Hao. Although they hadn’t seen each other for three years, he could faintly discern the past features. Originally, he regarded Qin Hao with extreme disdain, but Qin Hao had transformed and become someone under Mr. Ye. As a result, the Chen Family had no choice but to be cautious.

After all, the Chen Family had just reconciled and reached a marriage alliance with Mr. Ye. At this critical juncture, he didn’t want any more unexpected incidents offending Mr. Ye.

He looked at Qin Hao with a complex gaze for a few moments, then coldly said, "Qin Hao, today you are a guest. As a guest, you should follow the host’s rules. I respect Mr. Ye, but I absolutely will not allow you to act out at my family’s Yuan Zhi’s engagement banquet!"

"If you continue to be ungrateful, don’t blame me for kicking you out!"

The Patriarch of the Chen Family looked at Qin Hao with disdain once more, snorted coldly, and directly turned to leave.

Zhao Mengke’s parents, standing behind the Patriarch of the Chen Family, watched everything from afar.

He Fangqing also looked at Qin Hao with a complex expression, sighed, approached, and said, "Qin Hao, even though you are now working for Mr. Ye, my daughter Meng Ke still cannot be with you. I know you are an outstanding person. But compared to Chen Yuanzhi, you are far behind. Therefore, this marriage is a done deal, and you shouldn’t have come today."

Qin Hao smiled faintly and then said, "Whether Meng Ke wants to be with me is her freedom, what does it have to do with you?"

"As for my abilities, there’s no need for you to worry. I, Qin Hao, do not need to prove anything to anyone."

"Heh, really stubborn! Fine, then let me first show you the gap between you and Chen Yuanzhi, see how vast it truly is!"

A cold voice sounded, and hearing this, Qin Hao looked over, seeing a young man of about twenty-five or twenty-six, wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, sneering as he spoke.

This person was the organizer of the art exhibition. As he spoke, he pointed ahead and said, "Follow me to the second floor, and today let a frog in a well like you have your eyes opened wide."

After saying this, he turned directly towards the stairs, and the crowd and Zhao Mengke’s parents all followed. Qin Hao and Lin Yuhan exchanged glances, then also headed up.

Chen Yuanzhi, like Qin Zhiwen, was also an all-around prodigy. His accomplishments in various fields surpassed Qin Zhiwen by a significant margin.

And in the realm of painting, his prowess was his strongest aspect. Chen Yuanzhi’s level was so advanced that it could be described as perfect mastery, having reached the pinnacle of the discipline. Several renowned painting masters in Qingshan City highly praised Chen Yuanzhi’s talent.

Everyone went up to the second floor together. The organizer of the exhibition pointed to a painting facing them at the staircase, then said proudly, "Ladies and gentlemen, please take a look, this one, ’Rising Sun’, is a work by Chen Yuanzhi!"

After he finished speaking, he looked at Qin Hao with a proud expression. However, Qin Hao’s attention was completely elsewhere, not on Chen Yuanzhi’s painting.

After reaching the second floor, he was slightly surprised. Unexpectedly, at this small art exhibition in Qingshan City, there were so many works by masters on display.

Qin Hao’s eyes scanned each piece, not knowing what the identity of this gallery’s owner was, but their taste was indeed commendable.

Zhang Daqian, Qi Baishi, Xu Beihong, Li Keran. The greats of modern Huaxia, their works could all be found here. Although the exhibits were not representative works of these famous artists, each one was an original piece, also worth a fortune.

His gaze lightly moved, then rested on a painting of grand temperament.

This was Zhang Daqian’s "Autumn Mountain Dawn". Qin Hao vaguely remembered that at a Hong Kong Sotheby’s spring auction one year, this painting had been sold for a whopping thirteen million Hong Kong Dollars to a mysterious buyer. He never expected to see it here today.

It was well known that Zhang Daqian’s paintings were incredibly precious, already restricted from leaving the country. His representative works were mostly housed in national museums. The privately owned pieces abroad were extremely rare.

Looking at this painting, Qin Hao’s eyes revealed undisguised appreciation. Such bold strokes, covering the entire piece with deep blue, gradually spreading out. The color was used so boldly, yet there was no sense of garishness or chaos.

Worthy of being a masterpiece, Zhang Daqian, as a pivotal figure in the history of traditional Chinese painting, this piece truly expressed the freehand style and majesty of traditional Chinese painting to the extreme!

Qin Hao was enthralled as he admired, and the person with gold-rimmed glasses, seeing Qin Hao’s entranced expression, immediately laughed triumphantly and said, "So, now you know the difference between you and Chen Yuanzhi? Someone as rustic as you, what right do you have to speak out in such a hall of art!"

Upon hearing this, Qin Hao frowned slightly, then looked at the painting by Chen Yuanzhi that had been so highly praised.

Traditional ink and wash painting, with majestic mountain ranges, a red sun rises slowly. The overall image is in black and white, with the contours of the mountains sketched simply and freely. Under the large areas of blank space, only that rising red sun spreads a bright red like blood.

At first glance, this painting is indeed striking. As the well-known figures from Qingshan City, who came up together with the bespectacled manager, all began to exclaim in admiration.

"Good! The fine brushwork is so delicate. The use of color, the demeanor, it is truly remarkable!"

"That red sun is really the finishing touch!"

"No wonder it can be hung alongside the works of these masters. Chen Yuanzhi’s artistic achievements in painting are already enough to be on par with them."

One sycophantic praise after another rang out, and Qin Hao couldn’t help but sneer!

A bunch of ignorant nouveau riche, truly laughable! Praising over and over, racking their brains yet only repeating the same few cliched phrases.

The person who talks about fine brushwork probably doesn’t even know the difference between meticulous painting and freehand painting.

As for Chen Yuanzhi’s painting, in terms of technique, that red sun is both gaudy and vulgar, not even comparable to a single hair from Mr. Zhang Daqian. In terms of artistic appeal, a sunrise on a mountain top, isn’t that just an elementary school art class assignment?

He smiled coldly, then suddenly quickened his steps, and with a swift move, tore Chen Yuanzhi’s painting off the wall, casually tearing it into pieces, crumpling it and stepping on it.

The entire audience was dumbfounded. Just like that, it was torn?

The bespectacled manager pointed at Qin Hao, holding back for a long time before shouting hoarsely, "You bastard! Do you know what you’re doing?"

"Bumpkin! Country bumpkin! Do you know how much this painting is worth!?"

His lips trembled with anger. Shaking, he continued saying, "Everyone, look, this is jealousy, this is being enraged out of shame! Admit it, Chen Yuanzhi is a thousand times, ten thousand times better than you, and this is a fact that cannot be changed by tearing up ten thousand paintings!"

Seeing Qin Hao’s actions, Zhao Mengke’s parents also frowned.

He Fangqing looked at Qin Hao tearing up Chen Yuanzhi’s painting, and instantly despised him even more in her heart.

This Qin Hao, how can he be so petty? Admitting one’s inferiority is not something shameful. After all, Chen Yuanzhi is an outstanding existence that makes an entire generation of young people in Qingshan City feel hopeless. It is normal for Qin Hao to be inferior to him.

But Qin Hao actually made such an extreme move. Fortunately, her daughter didn’t marry him.

As this thought flashed through He Fangqing’s mind, she saw Qin Hao smile scornfully and say, "Jealousy? With this trash, what right does it have to make me jealous?"

"I just don’t want to see the works of these masters being so insulted for nothing."

"Amidst a table of rare delicacies, there sits a pile of dog shit, isn’t that distasteful enough? If you all have a fondness for eating shit, I won’t stop you. But I have never had the habit of eating shit."

As Qin Hao spoke, he slowly strolled among the masterpieces displayed on the second floor, exclaiming as he walked: freewebnσvel.cѳm

"This one, Mr. Zhang Daqian’s Autumn Mountain Dawn. Look at the grandeur diffused by the ink wash. Mr. Zhang Daqian is a master in the history of Chinese painting development, bridging past and future, expanding the black and white of Chinese painting into a more splendid realm on the basis of freehand landscapes."

"And this one, Mr. Xu Beihong’s horse. Widen your shallow dog’s eyes, take a good look at what is vitality, what is the indomitable spirit galloping and leaping on paper."

"Mr. Xu’s horse was painted at the critical moment of the nation’s crisis, each brushstroke, each contour, is a hope for the rise and fall of the country and the nation."

Qin Hao said this, glanced around the people, then sneered and said again, "And you, with such a grand table of exquisite delicacies, you don’t even look at it, but instead, eagerly scramble to grab a plate of dog shit with your chopsticks. Each of you eating with relish, afraid of missing a bite."

"If you like to eat it, I have no objection. But the stench is affecting me, so I can only overturn this pot onto the ground. Whoever can’t bear to lose it, you can still kneel down and continue licking!"

After Qin Hao finished speaking, he stood with his hands behind his back. An air of arrogant disdain swept across the entire room, Lin Yuhan’s eyes lit up, looked at Qin Hao, then at the well-dressed young talents around her, and suddenly felt utterly bored.

The exhibition hall manager gently pushed the gold-rimmed glasses on his nose and immediately snorted coldly, "Hmph! Such big words. These useless ramblings need not be said, I just ask you, this painting is worth tens of millions, can you afford to pay for it?"

"A fine tens of millions, this Autumn Mountain Dawn only auctioned for 13 million Hong Kong Dollars. Has Chen Yuanzhi already stood on the shoulders of masters of Chinese painting, leaving his name in history?"

Saying this, Qin Hao’s eyes suddenly became sharp, directly staring at the exhibition hall manager.