Perhaps Iijima was so surprised that when the others in the exhibition hall saw Iijima's expression, they all surrounded me with great curiosity.

"Looking at the way Iijima looks, can that young man draw perfectly?"

"I don't believe he will have the best drawings from me, let's go and take a look!"

"Let's go and have a look!"

At this time, Xia Ri realized that these style masters were just some of the same showbiz presenters as him.

These people gathered at the table, looking at the two summer paintings, frowned and silent, and no one knew what they were thinking.

It was not until a long time later that a young man in a high-end casual suit finally snorted coldly.

"Hmph, the drawing is also very ordinary."

His words were like stones thrown into the lake, shaking up layers of waves, and instantly resonating with others.

"That's right..." Another greasy uncle with a ponytail glanced at Xia Ri and continued in a fluctuating tone, "The painting is indeed very average... but at your age, it's already very good!"

"That's to say..." A middle-aged woman wearing glasses wrapped in a shawl, her face turned red and her heart was not beating, "Maybe in a few years, your level will catch up with me."

In an instant, people started talking, but generally speaking, they were almost derogatory words, but none of them could say what was wrong with these two paintings.

These people's words were like crows, but in summer, they had no fluctuations, and they even found it very ridiculous.

After reading these people's paintings, Xia Ri didn't know where their confidence came from. He could actually belittle others and elevate himself in public and say such shameless words, perhaps because of their narrow-mindedness or jealousy with a low eye?

However, Xia Ri also knew that it is said that there is no first in literature and no second in martial arts. It is impossible for them to admit that their skills are not as good as humans.

After all, we have to rely on a brush to make a living. Once we admit that someone is stronger than us, who will buy their paintings? And the better the work, the more they have to belittle them, so that they can show their unfathomable and uniqueness.

However, in the midst of this chaos, a different voice suddenly sounded slowly.

"I think these two paintings are very well drawn."

Good drawing?

Everyone frowned and looked back at the back. At the end of the crowd, a half-bald man with gray eyebrows and beard was standing there with his eyes squinting, staring at the two paintings of summer with a smile.

Who is this? Why is this so unaware of the rules?

The greasy uncle with a ponytail glared at the old man fiercely, tilted his mouth, and said dissatisfiedly: "You think these two paintings are good? Old man, you should go and wear a pair of reading glasses!"

"That's right, the colors used in his portrait painting are completely the style of a little girl. I can only use this bright color style when I first learned to draw." The woman in glasses also echoed.

Everyone talked about it, not only summer paintings, but also the old man's aesthetics were ridiculed.

The old man smiled slightly, neither angry nor refuted, just looking at the two paintings with a smile, unmoved at all, as if his mind was completely immersed in it.

Only the young man looked at the old man carefully and saw that his temperament and demeanor were a bit extraordinary. Out of caution, he asked, "Do you dare to ask the old man's name is..."

However, the old man just continued to smile but did not answer.

After waiting for more than ten seconds, the young man finally didn't wait for the old man's answer. His face froze slightly. He looked at the people around him with strange expressions and felt that he was just ignored, and he was really unable to get out of Taiwan.

The exhibition hall was so quiet that it was terrible that the needle could be heard. Seeing that the young man looked bad, Iijima spoke and smoothed out the scene.

"This is the director of our Mikacho Art Museum, Mr. Luohe."

What!? This old man is actually the director of this art gallery!?

Everyone was startled, but then came, but was extremely embarrassed.

They had just openedly mocked the taste of an art museum director and regarded him as an ordinary old man. This was really a blind eye and offended people in vain.

After all, I have to exhibit my own works in this art gallery. If the curator is annoyed by a trivial matter, it would be too much of a loss.

Fortunately, the director seemed to be generous and did not seem to be planning to pursue this matter, which also made them feel a little relieved.

After learning about the identity of the elderly, most of the people watching suddenly changed their tone and praised these two works by Xia Ri. There were only a young man, a ponytail uncle and a few people led by the glasses, who were embarrassed because they directly confronted the elderly. After looking at each other, they left here in shame.

Looking at the backs of several people, Xia Ri sighed helplessly.

These people are so realistic!

Originally, after coming to the exhibition hall, Xia Ri met so many painters, and wanted to make friends with like-minded people and meet more friends, but after seeing their changing faces, Xia Ri had to give up this idea.

If you are with these people, Xia Ri is afraid that sooner or later, he will become a snob like them!

Since these two paintings of Xia Ri were recognized by Iijima and the director, they naturally passed the review without any doubt. After Iijima reviewed them, they called two more staff members and told them to put the painting carefully and then held Xia Ri's hand again.

And this time my tone and attitude became more enthusiastic than when I first saw the summer.

"Mr. Xia Ri, your two works have passed the review. Let's leave the next thing to our art gallery. We will place the two paintings in a suitable booth."

"This... is this done?" Xia Ri was stunned. He didn't expect that the so-called review would be so simple.

"That's right." Iijima took a certificate with summer photos from a staff member, and handed it to Summer's hands. "This is your exhibition certificate. During the exhibition, you can come here at any time with this exhibition certificate."

Xia Ri looked at this exhibition certificate and nodded to Iijima.

"Since that's the case, I'll trouble you."

Finally, I looked at the old man, and didn't stop for summer, so I turned around and left the art gallery.

After Xia Ri left, the old man turned his head and looked at his back and whispered to Iijima: "What a talented young man, Iijima, Iijima, if I look at these two paintings, it's better to put them in the most conspicuous position!"
Chapter completed!