Genius Daddy in the City

When they saw the man leading the Japanese team, the many Chinese art world's magnates behind Wu Wenshan had their expressions changed. They exclaimed in surprise.

"It's him, Sato Seiichi! When did he come to China?!"

Even Wu Wenshan's eyes froze.

"Sato Seiichi! It's Sato Seiichi! Oh my god!"

Some of the onlookers also recognized him, and they could not help but exclaimed in disbelief.

Even Cang Shuxue was no exception.

Li Ergou could not help but ask, "Ms. Cang, who is Sato Seiichi?"

Ye Chen and Li Yongmin looked at Cang Shuxue at the same time.

Cang Shuxue took a deep breath in and looked at the Japanese young man, "Sato Seiichi is the youngest genius artist in Japan. Rumor has it that he studied painting at the age of four and comprehended art at the age of eight. At the age of ten, his works caused a sensation in Japan.

I heard that when he was 11, he challenged Ishikawa Ichiro, the Art Saint of Japan. And…"

She suddenly stopped as she spoke to this point. Her face turned pale.

The little fatty rolled his eyes, "What happened after that? Ms. Cang, tell us. Can you stop leaving us hanging?"

"Rumor has it that this young man created a hell map of China during the competition. Ishikawa Ichiro was unable to extricate himself after taking a glance at it."

Cang Shuxue paused for a moment and said with an unnatural expression, "When everyone realized that something was wrong and went forward to try to wake Ishikawa Ichiro up, they realized that he had already… stopped breathing!"

Her voice was neither loud nor soft, but it traveled to every corner of the hall. Everyone could not help but have goosebumps.

"One look at the painting and he's dead? That's impossible!"

"It's true. A friend of mine in Japan mentioned this to me before. After that, Sato became the youngest artist in Japan. Rumor has it that his paintings can cause hallucinations."

A woman in luxurious clothes stammered.

Everyone looked at Sato with fear in their eyes.

Master Wu had finally met his match!

At the same time, a young man in a suit slowly walked out from behind Sato.

The man nodded politely at everyone. Subsequently, he turned to Wu Wenshan and said with fluent Chinese, "I, Kazuhiko Inoue, greets Master Wu."

"Mr. Inoue, why did you bring your men to me today?" Wu Wenshan stared at him with a stern face. To be exact, he was looking directly at Sato Seiichi.

Kazuhiko Inoue smiled warmly and said, "The man behind me is Japan's Art Saint of the new generation, Mr. Sato. Mr. Sato has long heard of the name of the Chinese Art Saint, Master Wu. Therefore, he traveled across the ocean to China to have a discussion with Master Wu about art."

This person had an extremely good communication skill. He was clearly here to cause trouble, but when he said it, it turned into an art discussion.

"Ridiculous!"

Before Wu Wenshan could speak, an old man behind him stepped forward and berated him, "Mr. Inoue, who do you think our Master Wu is? Is he someone you can challenge as you wish?"

"That's right. You can challenge if you want, but you'll have to tell us in advance. We'll compete after we confirm the date of the competition. How can you be so reckless? It's expected of a barbaric country!"

Another person rejected.

These people were all big shots in Jinling art world. Their stand was that the challenge came out of nowhere, while Wu Wenshan was not mentally prepared. If he did not perform well, China would lose its dignity.

After all, the young man had defeated an Art Saint in the past!

"But our visas are about to expire. We have to return tomorrow morning at the latest. I wonder if Master Wu has time today?" Kazuhiko Inoue frowned.

"No, now scram. I'll beat you to death if I ask you again!"

Many onlookers began to curse.

Kazuhiko Inoue's face looked terrible. He turned his heads and spoke to Sato Seiichi, who was behind him. After that, they saw the young Art Saint Sato Seiichi leading the group out. It seemed like he was planning to leave.

When he arrived at the door, Sato stopped walking and turned around to look at Wu Wenshan and the rest. He grinned and said with disdain, "The Chinese are a bunch of losers who don't dare to take up a challenge!"

He even gave them a thumbs up after he was done speaking.

Everyone was stirred the moment that was said. Countless people rolled up their sleeves and wanted to go over to stop them. Some kept throwing things at Kazuhiko Inoue.

On the other hand, Sato was not afraid at all. On the contrary, he was filled with disdain!

"Wait!"

Wu Wenshan, who had been silent all this while, suddenly opened his mouth and said in a powerful voice, "Since you want to challenge me, let's do it. I accept your challenge!"

Even though he was afraid of Sato Seiichi and unwilling to take up the challenge, he had to!

He knew that if he let the Japanese leave like that, the internet would be flooded with negative news such as him, the Art Saint Wu Wenshan dared not accept the challenge. It might even escalate to the issue of national pride.

"Great!"

Sato Seiichi smiled.

Later on, the staff of the Jinling Gallery discussed with Kazuhiko Inoue and the rest, and they decided to hold the competition at a wetland park opposite the gallery.

Almost everyone had gathered at the wetland park half an hour later. There were hundreds of people when one looked around. It was a crowded scene.

Sato Seiichi and Wu Wenshan stood in an open space in the wetland park. Beside them was a man-made lake. It was between autumn and winter, and the lake water was cold and still.

"May I know who will go first?"

The artists from Jinling who were selected as judges looked at each other and asked.

Just when Wu Wenshan was about to speak, Inoue Kazuhiko stepped forward and spoke first, "Mr. Sato is blaming himself for visiting Master Wu out of the blue. In order to express his apology, he decided to go first!"

He clapped his hands. Two Japanese men opened their backpacks and took out a long and wide canvas. The two of them grabbed one end of the canvas and opened it up like a white wall.

After all the preparations were done, Sato Seiichi took a step forward and closed his eyes after taking a deep breath in. At the same time, he picked up his paintbrush and started painting on the canvas. His movements were as smooth as water.

The whole place fell into silence.

Everyone's eyes were wide open as they paid close attention to everything. They were afraid that they would miss anything. Even so, they could not help but feel stirred.

"He actually closed his eyes to paint!"

"My god, how is that possible? I can't see anything with my eyes closed. What if he made a mistake on the painting?"

Many people exclaimed out in surprise.

The way they looked at Sato changed.

This was an expert, an absolute expert!