"stop!"
There were shouts in the distance.
A large number of people who had just participated in the ribbon-cutting ceremony came running over from a distance.
They happened to see Tanaka fall to the ground.
For a time, many people were talking at the same time, and various voices were mixed together.
"Tanaka-san, Tanaka-san..." This is the leading teacher of Tama Art University.
"Katsuko, Tsunamasa, are you okay?" This is Professor Seiichi Sakai, the father of the Sakai siblings who cares about his son and daughter.
"Why did it happen like this? What happened? Who did it?"
This is a furious-looking official from the Yangon Tourism Department.
Masakazu Tanaka discovered that the scene of Gu Weijing beating someone happened to be seen by these professors and artists, and he secretly rejoiced.
His provocative words were spoken in an extremely low voice. He knew that even if the Sakai siblings were willing to come forward, they would not know what he said.
The more serious the injury appears at this time, the bigger the problem will be.
Tanaka was lying on the ground holding his belly, looking miserable and about to fall into coma.
"This is so rude, this is so rude, how can any kind of people sneak in... Ambulance, call an ambulance."
The leading teacher of Tama Art University was very angry when he saw some students who looked like they were seriously injured.
The teacher leading the group turned to look at the government officials in Yangon and asked sternly: "If something happens to Mr. Tanaka when he is attacked by hooligans, you will be responsible!"
Gu Weijing looked at all the adults gathered around Tanaka Masakazu who fell to the ground, and knew that he might be a little too uncool.
People don't care about the cause of something.
In the eyes of most people, as long as one person takes action and the other does not, the one who takes action is naturally violent and barbaric.
"Shit, my grandson is not a hooligan!"
He heard a loud shout coming from the crowd. The sound was so loud that the noise around him quieted down.
Gu Tongxiang separated from the crowd and walked to Gu Weijing.
"That Tanaka Masakazu did something so heinous that you, a child who is usually so polite, had to beat him."
He asked Gu Weijing loudly.
A heinous crime?
Gu Weijing only paused for a moment, looked at his grandfather blinking at him, and immediately understood: "He insulted Mr. Cao."
"clever."
Gu Tongxiang felt relieved. He didn't know what Tianzhong said, but there was no doubt that his grandson chose the smartest statement.
Sure enough, the atmosphere in the crowd immediately changed. Even the leading teacher from Tama University, who was holding on to the Yangon official, looked startled.
Insult Mr. Cao?
To be honest, even if there was evidence that Tanaka Masakazu was insulting Gu Weijing's grandfather, everyone would not react like this.
After all, an unknown third-tier painter from Yangon just scolded him. On the surface, everyone can be polite to you, but no one really thinks of Gu Tongxiang as a person.
But insulting Mr. Cao is another matter.
Not to mention that this may be the last time Mr. Cao writes.
Some of the artists accompanying the team are even direct disciples of Master Cao Xuan.
Even if not, how many of these juniors who have a background in gongbi can say that they have not been influenced by Taishan Beidou, the master of oriental art?
In this case, if you insult Mr. Cao, at least from a moral point of view, you can't say anything if others do it.
In Asia, which pays the most attention to the inheritance of masters, if we go back two or three hundred years, you would be beaten to death if you scolded other masters.
[Is there any heinous reason for such a polite child to have to take action? 】
This was the hint that Mr. Gu Tongxiang gave to his grandson, and Gu Weijing undoubtedly responded quickly.
After all, the old man has lived his whole life in the war-torn Burma, and he is not an innocent and kind little white rabbit.
When it comes to painting, he is indeed not as good as the artists around him who were born and grew up in peace and happiness.
But when it comes to social experience, among the professors who have lived in peaceful countries since childhood and painted and lectured in ivory towers, there is really no one who can compare with him.
"Insult Mr. Cao."
Gu Tongxiang stared at Tian Zhong on the ground and said bitterly: "Scum."
"You're talking nonsense. When did I insult Mr. Cao? What evidence do you have?"
Tanaka Masakazu finally decided not to continue pretending to be dead on the ground. If he really had any problems, he would naturally make Gu Weijing look good.
But he knew that his injuries were not even considered flesh injuries, and nothing could be found at the hospital.
Could it be that now someone would label him as insulting an old senior and carry him away in a daze?
The script is not like that.
So abominable.
It's obviously me who framed you, but if you don't obey me and get framed, how can you still throw dirty water on me?
He opened his eyes, sat up, and glared at Gu Weijing.
"Okay. We are all literati, what does it look like to be so noisy?"
An old man's hoarse voice came from the crowd. His voice was very soft, but it carried an indescribable power.
It was like the Lion King snoring gently, so the hares, monkeys, etc. in the jungle immediately became quiet.
Gu Weijing's eyes fell on a thin old man in the crowd.
The little old man was holding a cane and was wearing a dark Tang suit. His hair was almost falling out, and it was so light that it could be blown away by a gust of wind.
Perhaps they were really afraid that he would be blown away by the wind, so the crowd tightly surrounded him and surrounded him in the center.
Those artists who used to have bad tempers and arrogant hearts were always held in the mouths and hands of gallery owners and oil painting dealers wherever they went. Hearing the old man speak, the expression on his face was like that of a primary school student following his teacher. He followed him obediently. Even Tanaka Masakazu, who had been noisy at first, became quiet.
Project host, traditional Chinese painting master, Cao Xuan, Cao Lao.
"Boy, I don't quite believe it when you say he scolded me. What do you think?" the little old man asked, looking at Gu Weijing with a scrutinizing gaze.
This was the first time Gu Weijing saw Cao Xuan himself at such a close distance.
He found that this little old man was older than his grandfather. Compared with the photo, he had many obvious criss-crossing wrinkles on his cheeks and forehead, but his eyes did not look cloudy at all.
The eyes are very dark and the whites of the eyes are very white. The wisdom brought by the years is mixed with the innocence of a child, as if one can see through people at a glance.
This requires evidence.
Gu Weijing knew that this was not the time to retreat. When he said that the other party was scolding Mr. Cao, he had no way out.
You can't explain yourself now, so why should others believe you?
Gu Weijing said: "I don't know why the other party said that. But the first sentence Mr. Tanaka said when we met was that the culture of Dongxia is in RB. He looked down on Dongxia culture and found that I was unwilling to communicate with him. General knowledge, when he wanted to leave, he mocked Mr. Cao, the giant painter of Eastern Xia, again. Ms. Sakai also heard what the other party said. "
Tanaka Masakazu's pupils shrank sharply. He originally just wanted to anger Gu Weijing and didn't think much of it.
"Oh? He really said that."
Mr. Cao turned his attention to the Sakai siblings.
Sakai Katsuko hesitated for a moment and nodded.
"I was talking to Mr. Gu at that time, and Tanaka came over and was really rude. As for what happened later, I don't know what happened. Mr. Gu was about to leave, and suddenly punched Tanaka."
"I, I'm not, I didn't mean that..."
"So, Miss Sakai is lying?"
Tanaka's tone of defense slowly became quiet under the fierce gaze of Mr. Cao.
"Everyone, do any of you agree with this point of view?"
Mr. Cao glanced around at everyone around him. At this time, even the leading teacher from Tama University lowered his head.
There are indeed some opinions internationally.
There is no Zhonghua after Yashan, and Zhengshuo of Dongxia is in RB... Indeed, many RB people have this little thought in their hearts, otherwise Tanaka would not blurt it out subconsciously when he opened his mouth.
But when I said this in front of Mr. Cao, I really couldn’t think of it. I disliked the fact that artistic life is too long.
"Okay, that's it for now."
Mr. Cao knocked on the floor with his cane. The RB painters secretly breathed a sigh of relief when they saw that the old man was not as knowledgeable as a child and did not hold on to this matter.
"I was beaten."
Tanaka Masakazu was anxious, he knew he was in trouble this time.
If this matter were to be finalized like this, at least half of my artistic career would be completed.
"I was beaten! Did we let the murderer go just like that!"
he protested.
"You were beaten because you insulted Master Cao. I think the beating was good." Gu Tongxiang interrupted coldly.
"I didn't insult Master Cao. I just think that he is a gilded guy who jumps in line and cannot be called a painter at all."
Masakazu Tanaka felt it was best to tell the truth now.
"I can't be called a painter. How can you, a guy who insults my seniors, be called a painter?" Gu Weijing was finishing his blows.
"I didn't insult Mr. Cao!" Tanaka Masakazu was furious.
"You're a good painter, and you'll know if you compare them now." He used the last trick he had prepared.
"Why don't you take a work tomorrow and my grandson take a work and let everyone comment on who is the best?"
Gu Tongxiang thought of the colored pencil drawing in the art museum.
"Who knows if he drew it himself? Why don't we compare now."
"What a joke, can't you let so many masters wait in the wind for you two little dolls to be able to paint on the spot?"
Gu Tongxiang would not be fooled.
He has confidence in his grandson, but with so many old artists watching him, their mental state is different.
"It doesn't take much time. Let's compete in sketches, no, sketches. It only takes a few minutes. The losers get out and the winners stay. Painters let their paintings speak. Do you dare to compete?"
Tanaka Masakazu looked at Gu Weijing.
After all, I have studied art for so many years, but I can't beat her, the big devil Sakai Katsuko, and I can't beat you?
