The School Beauty's Super Rogue-Chapter 226 - 224: Painting On Site

"I know. It doesn’t matter if this painting is worth so much money or not. What’s important is that it’s painted by Chen Yuanzhi. So, there’s no shortage of fools who will cry and beg to get it."

"With the Chen family’s influence, you can just point at a deer and call it a horse, twisting the truth as you wish."

"However, since you want to talk about influence with me, then let’s have a good talk. Since this painting is so valuable, then I’ll buy it. As for the money, go ask Mr. Ye for it. I want to see if, with just the Chen family, you dare to quote ten million in front of Mr. Ye!"

After Qin Hao finished speaking, the whole place fell silent. Qin Hao was Mr. Ye’s person, and that was a fact that couldn’t be changed, so naturally, they couldn’t do anything to Qin Hao.

As everyone was quiet, He Fangqing frowned and said with displeasure, "Ha ha, Qin Hao, you’re quite audacious. I wonder what Mr. Ye would think if he saw you using his name to throw your weight around everywhere."

Her words seemed simple but were quite malicious in intent. Everyone thought Qin Hao was just a dog of Mr. Ye. So bringing up Mr. Ye wasn’t just to shake him off.

More importantly, through Qin Hao’s reactions, they could gauge his standing with Mr. Ye.

However, to He Fangqing’s disappointment, Qin Hao’s face showed a strange smile with no reaction at all.

Seeing this result, He Fangqing felt a heavy heart, as it seemed this Qin Hao had significant trust from Mr. Ye. She frowned and continued, "Since you were just talking eloquently about these paintings, it seems you must have some accomplishments in art. Since that’s the case, words alone aren’t enough; why don’t you paint something live for us, so we can admire your masterpiece!"

Her tone was sarcastic, and the people present laughed and echoed her.

"Ha ha, yeah, don’t just boast, if you’re capable, show us so we can see!"

"Come on, Mr. Qin, paint something for us!"

Qin Hao looked at the crowd causing a ruckus, smirked coldly, and then said loudly, "Alright, bring the ink and brushes!"

"Open your eyes wide, today I’ll show you what expressive ink wash painting is!"

The venue manager, hearing this, immediately instructed the staff to prepare. In minutes, a painting table, a scroll of raw rice paper, a brush stand, ink stone, and other materials were all ready.

Qin Hao reached out to feel the rice paper first, then smelled it under his nose, then nodded satisfactorily before picking up the brush.

The paper was top-grade Huizhou raw rice paper, which he gently laid out, ground the ink, and took up the brush, completing it all in one go.

At first, the onlookers wore disdainful expressions, but seeing Qin Hao’s seamless preparation, with every gesture exuding a mysterious elegance, they reined in their contempt, all showing expectant expressions.

Qin Hao let out a light breath, and then suddenly entered a focused state, taking two pointed wolf hair brushes from the rack, dipped them in thick ink, and started painting with both hands simultaneously.

What!? Painting with both hands!?

The venue’s gold-rimmed glasses-wearing manager was so shocked that his mouth dropped open, unable to utter a word. Others were no better, all collectively dropping their jaws.

Qin Hao paid no heed to their gawking expressions, his two hands moving gracefully over the paper like flowing water. His long fingers firmly controlled the brush tips, and his wrist movements were steadfast yet elegant.

Lin Yuhan gazed transfixed at Qin Hao’s concentrated demeanor as he painted, her mind entirely captured by the figure before her. Her eyes were dazed, as if she’d lost the ability to think.

On the paper, the pure black ink beneath Qin Hao’s brush tip kept changing shades, its traditional Chinese painting limited to black and white. The variation in ink tones depending on the painter’s technique and strength.

With just a first stroke, Qin Hao exuded the charm of a first-rate master. What was more terrifying was that he painted with both hands simultaneously!

At this moment, Qin Hao seemed to have two brains, with entirely different contents being painted from each hand. The perfect coordination of both hands was like the intertwined weaving of black and white on the paper.

Black and white, yin and yang.

The simplest, purest things often are the ultimate essence of this world.

Qin Hao’s hands danced about, a unique aura of the Dao flowing from his fingertips and wrists through the varied shades of ink, stopping on the rice paper, and finally spreading a touch of vividness.

Under his brush, majestic and vast mountains undulated, the distant end of the ranges leading into an endless field depicted with just a few ink strokes on the large white spaces.

A rushing river from the mountains merged into the boundless earth, eventually disappearing over the horizon.

After finishing, Qin Hao flicked his hands, skillfully hanging the two pointed wolf hair brushes back on the rack. The remaining ink on the brush tips flicked a line of ink on the paper, then perfectly spread into a trace of ethereal cloud, thanks to the rice paper’s good ink absorption.

Everyone was captivated by Qin Hao’s painting, now the content of the painting didn’t even matter because the whole process of Qin Hao’s painting was the most impeccable art.

The venue manager with gold-rimmed glasses gazed at Qin Hao’s handling in rapture, let out a satisfied sigh, then shifted his gaze to the painting.

With dignity and chivalry!

An indescribable state and demeanor instantly filled his heart. With great scope in mind, wherever you are becomes a grand landscape! This painting made him utterly surrender under Qin Hao.

He asked Qin Hao in a somewhat trembling voice, "What, may I ask, is the name of this painting?"

Qin Hao gently massaged his wrist, then said blandly, "This is probably one-tenth of the ’Thousand-Mile River and Mountain Map’."

"Thousand-Mile River and Mountain Map, Thousand-Mile... River and Mountain. Good, a good name indeed!"

"Only now have I come to understand your talent, sir."

The manager smiled bitterly but then looked at the painting with a gaze full of fervor.

The expressions of others were filled with awe, instantly quieting the atmosphere in the room.

Though they wanted to speak up for Chen Yuanzhi and deal a blow to this Qin Hao, the weighty reality was before them, making it hard to tell blatant lies.

Though few present understood painting, the reason art is called art is because it conveys common human emotions.

Even if they were reluctant to admit it, they had to say that compared to Qin Hao’s ’Thousand-Mile River and Mountain Map,’ Chen Yuanzhi’s work was indeed nothing but crap.

Qin Hao observed their embarrassed expressions, then glanced sideways at the exhibition manager and said, "What do you think, is this painting enough to compensate for the one I tore up?"