Jingjing felt the warm atmosphere in the painting, and Wang Xiaoqiang's understanding of the painting improved a bit more. Then, his gaze shifted to a nearby portrait of a Western figure. To be honest, the atmosphere in this Western portrait was also warm, but the warmth of this painting was entirely reflected in the facial expressions of the figures. In terms of the level of painting, it was definitely higher than that of the pastoral painting. Compared to himself, it could be considered interdiate.
A Western woman with a full figure, her face round and gentle, filled with tenderness and serenity, was dressed in a loose white robe. The expression of the figure in the painting was sowhat similar to that of Mona Lisa, but the difference lay in the fact that this woman's face possessed only joy and no sorrow. Thus, she appeared joyful and calm, giving an overall impression of tranquility. Seeing this painting, Wang Xiaoqiang thought of Zhou Qiping; he felt that Zhou Qiping gave him this feeling of beauty, tranquility, and warmth...
"Hmm... one day I must paint a portrait for Zhou Qiping..."
Just as Wang Xiaoqiang was quietly enjoying this warmth and contemplating painting a portrait of Zhou Qiping, he heard a mocking voice say, "A layman is only attracted to such a painting."
"If it's for sothing other than art, I think he'd be better off searching 'tender model' on his computer... haha..." another voice joked.
Wang Xiaoqiang, with his keen hearing, though the voices were very low, still heard them. He knew they were talking about him, making fun of him, mocking him... Hearing such remarks, Wang Xiaoqiang was not annoyed but felt a surge of contempt rise within him. He had originally thought these people were sowhat eccentric and unique, but now, he realized that the so-called art circle was just this, rely putting on the "artistic" crown, what they possessed was a dirty heart.
When Jiang Wei heard soone joking about Wang Xiaoqiang in that way, she was terrified, fearing that Wang Xiaoqiang had heard. But she felt helpless with this group of friends. Conventional manners ant nothing to them; they always spoke so blatantly. No wonder, out of hundreds of paintings in the studio, Wang Xiaoqiang had appreciated that more revealing painting!
If it were soone who understood art, it wouldn't matter; an artist naturally appreciates the art, while ordinary people, of course, appreciate the beauty in the paintings where clothes do not fully cover the body.
"Haha... not bad... not bad... This painting has quite a taste..."
A loud, coarse voice erupted in the studio, strikingly loud, utterly unrestrained, and extrely jarring, imdiately disrupting the quiet atmosphere of the art exhibit!
Everyone was startled and looked towards the source of the noise, only to see the one who had spoken was a gaudily dressed nouveau riche. Instantly, people looked askance, and soon soone mocked, "That's all the taste he has!"
Wang Xiaoqiang then walked over towards Jiang Wei and the others, laughing loudly. The "artists" watched him like he was an alien. Jiang Wei didn't understand why Wang Xiaoqiang was laughing so loudly, thinking maybe he feared not being noticed. He had already attracted attention without the shouting, but now with such an act, he was just waiting for others to categorize him!
They probably had the words "ntally ill" springing to mind.
At this mont, Jiang Wei sowhat regretted bringing Wang Xiaoqiang here!
Wang Xiaoqiang didn't care about these. He was always one to imdiately return an eye for an eye, whether it was a physical injury or a verbal insult. He aid to retaliate swiftly, settling scores on the spot, as holding onto the humiliation was harmful to both body and mind.
So, as he walked over, he shouted in the manner typical of an uncouth boss, "Jin Xii, your painting, especially that one, is fantastic. The woman in there is so voluptuous and sexy, but I think, you yourself, are even more voluptuous and sexier than the woman in the painting..."
Before Wang Xiaoqiang could finish his shout, so people grimaced in disgust, others showed nausea, so frowned deeply, so glared angrily, so clenched their fists, and soone directly spat out a sarcastic remark: "Throwing the kindest away for the basest, an utter disgrace to the scene!"
Even Jiang Wei couldn't keep her face, thinking you should not speak nonsense if you do not understand; even if you think it's good, you shouldn't assess a painting with such indecent words. This, this was surely a corruption of art! Even Jiang Wei couldn't keep her face, thinking you should not speak nonsense if you do not understand; even if you think it's good, you shouldn't assess a painting with such indecent words. This, this was surely a corruption of art!
Jin Xii, who understood Chinese, saw Wang Xiaoqiang compare the woman in the painting to her, and her face showed a mix of sha and anger. Normally good-natured, she couldn't take it anymore and glared at Wang Xiaoqiang, saying, "What nonsense are you spouting..."
Wang Xiaoqiang walked right up, looking directly at Jin Xii, and said, "What, did I say sothing wrong? Don't you think you are beautiful, you are voluptuous..."
While speaking, he scanned Jin Xii up and down. With her ample breasts and smooth curves, she had a skin tone like aged jade, exuding a distinct charm. Really, South Korean won have a certain appeal.
"You, you're really disgusting..." Jin Xii glared fiercely at Wang Xiaoqiang once more. She turned to Jiang Wei and said, "Hurry up and get your friend out of here, or I'm really going to lose it..."
At this mont, Jiang Wei was embarrassingly at a loss. Wang Xiaoqiang's behavior had completely taken her by surprise; it was shocking, but the shock was more about "insulting art" and "acting like a hooligan" and it truly stunned and disgusted the skirted artist.
However, she was powerless, she did not dare to offend Wang Xiaoqiang, not even daring to speak a harsh word to him. Caught between soone she couldn't afford to offend and her close friend, Jiang Wei felt extrely troubled.
"Tsk, tsk! Jin Xii, I think," Wang Xiaoqiang said, his gaze lingering on Jin Xii's body as he spoke without any restraint, "your figure, your deanor, are even more beautiful than the lady in that painting. Why didn't you paint yourself into it...?"
Before she could explode with anger, Wang Xiaoqiang continued, "If you find it inconvenient, you could ask for my help. Although I am modest, I can still manage to draw a nude sketch..."
Upon hearing this, everyone present was stunned!
This man was simply too presumptuous, too rude, too outrageous, bearing the image of a tacky nouveau riche yet shalessly claiming he could paint?!
Contempt, disgust, amusent, mockery...
The gazes directed at Wang Xiaoqiang by the crowd were extrely complex.
"Little Qiang, you, you should stop showing off. You, you don't know how to paint..." Finally, Jiang Wei couldn't hold back anymore and spoke out in admonishnt.
"Jiang Wei, how do you know I can't paint? Did I ever tell you I couldn't paint?" Wang Xiaoqiang, facing Jiang Wei, returned to a serious tone.
Jiang Wei was speechless.
She had nothing to say because she really didn't know whether Wang Xiaoqiang could paint or not. Her earlier words had just been a guess.
Wang Xiaoqiang glanced over everyone present, then began to lecture, "I can't believe you people, those of you in the arts, can be so judgntal. What do you make art for? Is it just to gain fa and profit? No, right? Isn't it supposed to bring people artistic joy? You think of yourselves as lofty and proud, but really, how much knowledge do you actually have? Just this..."
Wang Xiaoqiang turned his back, pointing at a painting on the wall, "With this level of skill, you dare to hang it on a wall, not even fit for coarse viewers. I'm telling you, if I used such paintings to pave floors, I'd still find them substandard..."
At these words, everyone present looked at Wang Xiaoqiang with cold and cross brows, so couldn't help but start cursing under their breath.
In their eyes, this man was just a pampered rich second generation coming to nauseate them, the artists.
"Little Qiang, that's a bit too much!" Jiang Wei also showed a thinly veiled anger. (To be continued. If you like this work, welco to vote on Recomndation and Monthly Tickets at qidian. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users please visit m.qidian to read.)
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