"Li! Congratulations!"
"You got a real treasure!"
"When we want to admire it, please don't turn us down."
"We probably haven't had enough of it."
"Old man, you finally won. After losing money a few years ago, you will probably recoup it all with this one calligraphy painting." The people around him congratulated and flattered him.
After all, Yunzhou was only that big, and the brush painting and calligraphy circles were small. Most of the people were acquainted with each other.
Now that Li's piece won the award, everyone was envious and they all came forward to congratulate him.
Li was enjoying the limelight on the stage and kept beaming from ear to ear as he thanked everyone.
All the people in these circles either craved profit or fame.
So if anyone had something as impressive as what Li had in their collections, it was undoubtedly something to be proud of.
Almost all the people in the circle would ingratiate you and try to build a good connection with you, and everyone would look up to you.
And that was why Wang Xing-Duo would even borrow Qiu Mu-Ying's painting so that he could attend this exhibition.
But just when the employees were ready to present the old man with his award, cold laughter came from beneath the stage.
"It is just Liang Shizheng's calligraphy. How can that be considered a treasure? Since when has Yunzhou's brush painting and calligraphy circles become so lousy? It was worth just slightly over $10 million and it can win the gold award for the year?"
That laughter was clearly filled with disdain and mocking as it quietly rang out.
The crowd soon realized it was Wang Xing-Duo standing offstage with his arms folded and a cold smile on his face.
"What?"
“Wang Xing-Duo, it's you?”
"Haha!"
"Seriously Wang. It's fine if others look down on this $10 million calligraphy, but what right do you have to look down on it?"
"You have attended this exhibition for years, but you have never shown us any decent art."
"Never mind something worth $10 million.
Do you have anything even worth $1 million?"
"I don't think you have anything that is even worth $100,000."
The crowd was initially surprised to hear those words, but once they saw it was Wang Xing-Duo who said those things, they laughed as if they had just heard a
joke.
Wang Xing-Duo was infamous in the Yunzhou brush painting and calligraphy circles.
He was a real weirdo. He didn't have any decent artwork at home and loved going around to show off. He enjoyed putting on an act of criticizing and despising paintings.
And now, even a piece of art worth $10 million wasn't good enough for him still.
He was strange, but everyone was already used to it and just treated it as entertainment.
When Li saw it was Wang Xing-Duo, he mocked him too, "Wang, don't just come here and brag. If you look down on my calligraphy, then just show us something more worthy. If you can't, then shut up! You're just a poor civil servant and you don't even have any good paintings. And you dare to mock me?”
Li sneered rudely and shouted angrily at
Wang Xing-Duo.
Wang Xing-Duo smiled right away, "You seem confident."
"Then do you think a Tang Bohu painting can compare to your Qing dynasty calligraphy?"
What?
"Tang Bohu?"
"Are...are you talking about one of the Four Scholars of Jiangnan, Tang Yin...Tang Bohu?"
Wang Xing-Duo words sent everyone into a shock.
For a while, everyone gasped as they looked at Wang Xing-Duo in shock.
"Did...did you really manage to buy Tang Yin's work?"
"Impossible!" "It must be a fake, right?'
"Tang Yin's calligraphy is the rarest of all."
"It's a collector's favorite.
"The last time it went on auction, the price went up to more than $100 million!"
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