The Almighty Girl Is Spoiled by the Boss

Wu Chuang's expression remained unchanged, and he smiled slightly: "I don't know if Qi Lao wants to help the man next to you get justice?"

The topic shifted to Qin Churou.

When Wu Chuang saw Qin Churou, he had already guessed that Qin Churou was Qi Wenshi's student.

"Yes." Qi Wenshi did not shy away from it, "I think my apprentice's level is not as good as Wei Cheng, but it is still more than enough compared to others."

Wu Chuang answered politely: "Well, if your apprentice is as good as you said, then I will return the quota to her."

He looked at Qin Churou, "What is your name, please?"

Qin Churou answered.

Wu Chuang nodded, returned to the office and took out two paintings, one of which was by Qin Churou.

He opened it and asked, "Did you draw this?"

"Yes." Qin Churou nodded.

Qin Churou painted a scene of a woman kneeling on the ground holding a dead child on a rainy night.

"Okay." Wu Chuang began to comment, "This painting indeed depicts the mother's pain of losing her child, but her pain is superficial, and her eyes did not convey any pain. In addition, too much attention was paid to painting skills. , The lines are stiff, but it shows more deficiencies."

Wu Chuang pointed out the deficiencies of Qin Churou's painting sharply, and Qin Churou's face became more and more rigid.

Qi Wenshi's face is also very good, angry, he is a master of a generation at any rate, can't he give him a face?

Wu Chuang always smiled politely, "This painting is outstanding compared to other people of the same age, but it is not very good when it is placed in the Qinghua Painting Competition."

By implication, he will not modify the quota.

"Then I want to see how good the sheng is." Qi Wenshi sneered.

Wu Chuang handed the painting to Qi Wenshi, "This is her painting."

Qi Wenshi took it, his eyes disdainful.

Sheng is only a junior, and Qin Churou got his advice again, and she can be worse than this Sheng.

Slowly open the painting, what catches your eye is a black.

Qi Wenshi sneered, "Chairman Wu, is this a good painting you said?"

Wu Chuang smiled slightly: "Continue to look down."

Qi Wenshi retracted his gaze, despising Wu Chuang in his heart, but what's so great about becoming famous after him?

Qi Wenshi's disdainful eyes fell back to the painting.

The corner of his lips is a mocking smile.

If Sheng's painting is worse than Chu Rou's, don't blame him.

Of course, a few seconds later, his face became stiff, and the contempt in his eyes turned into shock.

"Old Qi, is Sheng's painting better than that of your apprentice?" Wu Chuang's tone was still very good.

Qi Wenshi looked at the painting carefully, trying to find the wrong part of the painting.

Of course, he couldn't find any flaws in picking bones in the egg.

Qi Wenshi raised his head. Anyone with a discerning eye can tell that this painting is better than Qin Churou's, and he can't open his eyes and talk nonsense.

But it doesn't mean that he will forget it.

This painting is enough to shock the painting session.

In the third year of high school, at the age of seventeen or eighteen, you can make such a brilliant painting, no one will believe it.

Qi Wenshi sneered and closed the painting, "Wu Chuang, are you really sure that this painting was made by Sheng himself?"

Wu Chuang frowned, "Old Qi, you suspect that this painting is someone else's. Is Sheng taking someone else's painting to participate in the competition?"

He has met many talented people, and Wei Cheng is one of them.

Sheng is able to draw such a painting, and it does not mean that she must be plagiarism, perhaps there is such a genius in the world.