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Lin Chen faintly felt that something was wrong.
"Grand Master!"
"It's really a great master!"
Several girls quickly gathered around.
Lin Chen was stunned.
Who is he and where is he?
He hasn't surfed the Internet much these days, what happened?
Why do these people know that he is a great master?
Jiang Xuan said in a low voice: "Brother-in-law, haven't you seen the video on the Internet?"
"What video?"
"A video of you drawing!"
Lin Chen:
Which one was recorded for a thousand dollars.
Come out and promise not to kill him.
Several girls looked up in admiration.
"Master Lin, you are much more handsome than in the video!"
"You are so amazing, you can draw two vivid works in one day!"
"Grandmaster Lin, you are so amazing, we all admire you!"
"Thank you, thank you!" Lin Chen was miserable.
Jiang Li was also shocked, isn't this too exaggerated?
It feels like chasing stars.
Lin Chen casually said a few perfunctory words, and then asked the two to slip away together.
"Are all the girls in your school so enthusiastic?"
Jiang Xuandao: "I don't seem to be like this usually, but I'm so excited today, probably because I met you as a master."
At this time, a prestige reminder sounded.
Jiang Xuan quickly picked up his phone and looked at it.
"Ah! I almost forgot, I'm going to attend an exchange meeting today!"
"If the squad leader hadn't informed me in the group, I would have forgotten about it," Jiang Xuan said.
Lin Chen asked: "Exchange meeting? What exchange meeting?"
"That's right, the school invited Liu Jun, a master of oil painting, to pass on the experience to the students together with the dean."
"So that's the case." Lin Chen nodded, "Then can we go and have a look?"
Jiang Xuan immediately said: "Of course!"
"You are a great master of Chinese painting! If you can go, the dean will be very happy!"
Large classroom.
Lin Chen, Jiang Li, and Jiang Xuan sneaked in through the back door.
The exchange meeting has been going on for quite a while.
Now, on the stage is the dean Fang Mingli.
"Well, the above is my point of view."
"Huaxia Chinese painting has a history of thousands of years, and the mysteries contained in it are endless. I hope everyone can learn more about Chinese painting through today's exchange meeting."
After finishing speaking, Fang Mingli slightly bowed slightly.
"Next, let's invite the master of oil painting and the vice president of the Huaxia Art Association¡ªLiu Jun!"
Wow!
There was a burst of warm applause from below.
Later, a middle-aged man in an expensive suit came on stage.
"Hello students, I am Liu Jun."
There was another burst of warm applause.
Immediately afterwards, Liu Jun said again: "Are there students from the Department of Oil Painting and Chinese Painting, right? Now let the students of the Department of Chinese Painting raise their hands."
Some students raised their hands one after another, and Jiang Xuan also raised them.
Liu Jun waved his hand lightly, motioning for them to put it down.
"Actually, I don't understand why some people still choose the Department of Chinese Painting."
The students below looked at each other.
What does it mean?
Even Fang Mingli frowned.
Why does he feel something is wrong?
Liu Jun continued: "You who choose Chinese paintings, do you really know the meaning of painting? Otherwise, why do you choose Chinese paintings instead of graffiti?"
Wow!
The people and students below were boiling.
The students of the Chinese Painting Department were even more angry.
Some people clenched their fists so tightly that their knuckles were slightly white.
Dare to say that their Chinese paintings are graffiti?
The faces of the people in the oil painting department are also not good-looking.
Although they are not Chinese painting department, they are also Chinese people!
"Painting is to present the reality of things. Oil painting and gouache can do this."
"And traditional Chinese painting?, with all due respect, traditional Chinese painting is just like children¡¯s graffiti! "
The belief in his heart was slandered, Fang Mingli couldn't sit still any longer, and stood up directly: "Vice President Liu, please pay attention to your words!"
But Liu Jun just glanced at him lightly.
"Could it be, am I wrong?"
He is the vice president of the Huaxia Art Association, while Fang Mingli is only the president of the Shanghai Painting and Calligraphy Association.
He didn't need to take him seriously at all.
Fang Mingli said coldly: "Also as a painter, I don't know how you can say such things in front of so many students!"
Liu Jun also sneered: "I don't think there is anything wrong with what I said."
"Oil painting is incomparable to traditional Chinese painting!"
Fang Mingli: "Why can't it be compared? Chinese painting is an artistic treasure of my vast China. It has a history of thousands of years. It is the crystallization of wisdom passed down from generation to generation of great artists. How can someone like you judge it?"
Liu Jun: "This is just the rhetoric that you people are deceiving yourself and others. Art treasures will only crystallize? Chinese painting is the dross in our culture! Instead of abandoning it, you are proud of it. It is simply sad!"
"You can go abroad to see how many people know about Chinese painting, and which school has a Chinese painting major?"
"Chinese painting is only a treasure like you pedantic people!"
The student below turned red with anger.
You can not love, but please don't slander!
Chinese painting is their hobby and belief!
Some girls even got red eyes.
Why are people saying that about what they like?
At this moment, a voice came from the back seat: "What a Muyang dog, today is really an eye-opener!"
This sentence attracted everyone's attention.
Fang Mingli was shocked.
Master Lin?
Why is he here?
Jiang Xuan was stunned for a moment, and then echoed: "Yeah, stepping on the art of my own country, licking the soles of foreign countries' feet, typical of eating inside and outside. I really don't know how such a person became a painter."
Jiang Li also said coldly: "Typical virtues that don't match, who are not ashamed but proud? Brainless!"
Everyone was surprised.
Afterwards, bursts of cheers erupted.
"Well said! You are so right!"
"What kind of shit artist is this! He is a lackey of foreigners!"
"The words are rough and the rationale are not rough, you eat inside and outside, and you like foreign countries so much, why don't you immigrate?"
"Yeah, staying in China is a waste of social resources!"
Liu Jun's face flushed red.
"Who said that sentence just now?!"
It was the first time for him to receive such treatment!
It's simply too hateful!
Lin Chen sneered, and lazily said: "I said, what's wrong?"
"Still hungry? But I can't pull it out now, you can go to the toilet outside."
"You!" Jun Liu was about to explode.
He looked angrily at Fang Mingli at the side: "Principal Fang! This is a student from your college? Speak dirty, do you have any quality?"
Hearing this, Fang Mingli took a deep look at Lin Chen.
"This one is not a student of the Academy of Fine Arts."
"However, I think he's right!"
"To treat people like you who worship foreigners and trample on the art of your country, you don't need quality at all!"
After Fang Mingli finished speaking, there was another burst of applause from the audience. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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