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Chapter 250: The Battle of Painting Mastery

Wang Gensheng, who was signing a document, was almost degraded by Yu Ge's words and lost his confidence.

Fortunately, I have lived two lives, with a body in my twenties and nearly forty years of life experience, so I can keep my mind stable.

"If Brother Liu hadn't recommended you to my father to be my sister's painting teacher, I wouldn't have known that you actually know a lot about this. Whatever you say today, you have to give your brother some psychological comfort."

Putting down the pen in his hand, Wang Gensheng looked up at Brother Yu and his sister behind him.

Yu Yimiao has a scholarly air about her, and she is indeed a lady from a noble family! She is more noble and elegant than a girl from a small family.

She just stood there, and she was very graceful. Her face had a little baby fat, and she looked really pretty.

If he had to give her a score, Wang Gensheng felt that she should be slightly better than Yu Haitang, the most beautiful girl in the steel mill.

It’s a pity that Wang Gensheng is already taken. If he hadn’t been taken away by He Yushui, he could have developed a relationship with her.

He unconsciously had wrong thoughts in his mind, and when Wang Gensheng realized it, he wanted to slap himself.

Yu Yimiao was now looking at Wang Gensheng shyly, and also looking up and down at the opposite side.

What she didn't expect was that the master introduced by Brother Liu actually looked so young? And he was also an acquaintance of her brother.

It is hard to believe that Wang Gensheng, at such a young age, could have reached such a high level. His paintings were highly praised by both Yu's father and Brother Liu.

In fact, it is very normal. With the experience of two lives, plus the painting techniques from the East and the West brought by later generations, and the understanding of life and death, and the bonus of system bugs, if Wang Gensheng no longer has this accomplishment, he can just buy a piece of tofu and hit himself to death in front of it to comfort his soul in heaven.

Brother Yu knew very well that his sister looked weak, but in fact, she had a very strong character. She would be able to accept a master who was determined by her even if he didn't send her here today.

There's no guarantee that she could sneak into the steel mill and look for it herself at any time.

Now that he knew that the person teaching her to paint was someone he knew, Brother Yu felt much more relieved. It was much more reassuring than leaving his sister to a stranger.

The work at the steel mill was not finished yet, and with such an apprentice coming to him, Wang Gensheng couldn't refuse, so he casually said to Yu Yimiao:

"First, find a piece of paper and draw your masterpiece. Let me see your talent and level of drawing. I'll show you when I'm done."

Yu Yimiao nodded slightly, took the picture frame that Yu Ge helped to carry, and quietly set it up.

“Brother, are you good at drawing?”

"It's OK. It's pleasing to the eye."

"I've heard people say that once scholars and writers are tainted by the officialdom and the smell of money, the spirituality of their paintings will be gone, and they will no longer be able to produce fine works. Even if their techniques and skills are amazing, they will not be accepted by the public."

Wang Gensheng raised his head and smiled at Brother Yu, saying, "Are you saying that I am not doing my job properly or am just filling in the gaps? Who told you this conclusion?"

"I don't mean that. This is what my father always says. I heard it but I don't really understand it, so I asked you."

"Yes! Generally speaking, it should be like this, but not always. For example, my master, Master Xu, didn't want me to go in this direction before, fearing that I would get addicted to it too early."

"That......?"

"After more than a year of observation and understanding of my character, Master agreed to let me enter this path yesterday. He said: Let me work in this for a few years, saying that only after I have washed away all the dust and dirt, can I go further and reach Master's current level."

"Really? That's what Master Xu said. So it seems that the people my dad mentioned are the ones who are addicted and can't get out?"

Wang Gensheng nodded: "That's probably it. If you can't get out, you'll just sink in it. You should cultivate your painting skills and techniques. When you get the hang of it, you can walk out of it and rise to the level of a master."

"Haha, although that's true, I think it's more like bragging. The more bureaucratic and the so-called businessmen are, the more they stink of money. How can they not be affected? It's so difficult to get out of it."

Wang Gensheng didn't say anything else, which was considered as his agreement. He lowered his head and began to sign the documents.

Secretary Dongzi prepared a cup of tea, handed it to Brother Yu, and asked him to sit on the guest sofa.

Then I went back to work on other things.

The only sounds in the office were Wang Gensheng's signature and Yu Yimiao sketching with the brush from time to time, often putting the pen to his lips and thinking.

By the time Wang Gensheng finished signing, it was almost noon. He walked behind Yu Yimiao and looked.

Yu Yimiao is also painting the Monkey King now.

However, there are more close-ups of the Monkey King's face. The monkey hair on his face is clearly visible, and he wears a tasseled crown on his head. He grits his teeth and a pair of canine teeth protrude. He still looks cynical.

Although the techniques used are relatively mature, it can also be seen that there is a lack of painting experience.

"You should still be a student at the Academy of Fine Arts, right?" Wang Gensheng asked.

Yu Yimiao quickly put away his pen, lowered his head shyly, and slightly observed Wang Gensheng's reaction from the corner of his eyes. He lowered his head and said softly: "Well, I will be a junior soon."

"Your painting uses too many techniques, it's too mechanical and lacks spirituality, and it's also lacking in foundation. You don't have enough experience in painting."

Wang Gensheng, who was also an art student in his previous life, looked back at this female disciple and said something that hit the nail on the head.

Yu Yimiao was so shocked by what he said that he almost buried his head in his two towering mountains of flesh, biting his lips. Tears gradually rose in his eyes, and a storm was about to come.