Chapter 480: Yuan Wanxia’s Melon
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
The netizens waited excitedly for “Singer” ‘s melon. In the end, Xia Wanyuan and Lin Xuan didn’t get to eat the melon, but a melon about Yuan Wanxia appeared.
In the Asian circle, due to the commonality of culture, there were all sorts of exchange activities every year. The netizens did not know much about these professional activities, and not many people paid attention to them every year.
This year’s Asian Youth Painter Exchange had just ended. When holding such a young person’s painting and calligraphy exhibition, no one in the world of painting and calligraphy had expected any outstanding works to appear. They only wanted to find some good seedlings to continue nurturing.
In Asia, the culture of painting and calligraphy in China, Cherry Blossom Country, and Han Country developed the best.
China’s historical culture had a long history, but in recent years, China’s culture had declined the most. Many young people admired Western popular culture and neglected their traditional culture.
In the past few years, most of the works from China had been dull and lackluster at the youth painting and calligraphy exhibition. For five consecutive years, the champion title of the exchange had been taken by people from Peach Blossom Country.
However, there was a surprise at this year’s exchange. The champion was taken by someone from China.
When the news reached China, a news website reported this news.
The netizens casually looked at it. Not bad, not bad. The young people in China are quite amazing. I’ll like it. (
In any case, the netizens did not know anything about painting and calligraphy. After liking it, they were about to leave, but some meticulous netizens poked into the award winners list.
Champion—China—Yuan Wanxia.
F*ck, Yuan Wanxia?
The netizens who saw the familiar name were a little puzzled. They looked at the title “International Youth Painter Exchange” and took a screenshot to post on Weibo.
“Is this Yuan Wanxia from the youth exchange meet the Yuan Wanxia we know?”
[… No way. Isn’t this written about the youth painting exchange? ]
[ Someone must have imitated Master Yuan Wanxia’s name to participate in the competition. That’s too much. Can’t you give yourself a name? ]
[ Could there be a mistake? Yuan Wanxia couldn’t attend the youth painting exchange. ]
he netizens followed the link given by the news and found the website for the meet. Then, they saw the list of winners and award-winning works hanging on the website.
Some netizens took a screenshot of Yuan Wanxia’s work and posted it on Weibo.
Even though this ink painting named “King Looks at the World” was only a blurred screenshot, the mountains and rivers on the painting were extraordinary, as if the river would surge out in the next second.
The person standing quietly at the peak of the mountain, even if it was just a side profile, made one feel as if they were a king looking down on the world. It perfectly matched the name of the painting.
After seeing this picture, the netizens were silent because everyone was very familiar with Master Yuan Wanxia’s style.
Yuan Wanxia’s strokes were experienced and there was elegance and indifference in her aura. Her personal style was extremely strong. One look and one could tell that this painting was written by Yuan Wanxia.
This was a youth exchange meeting. When everyone saw that the work was submitted to the unit, they were even more speechless.
It would be fine if no one abroad discovered it, but if they were discovered, wouldn’t they be embarrassing China? They actually chose a master-level piece of work to attend the youth exchange and even won the championship. Seriously.
The Chinese netizens went to the official Weibo of Qing University.
[ Are you toxic? ]
[ Did Qing University make a mistake? This is too embarrassing. Hurry up and withdraw. ]
[ I’m speechless. It’s not your fault if you can’t win the championship. Isn’t it too much to fake things like this? ]
China’s Weibo and the external Internet were separated. Everyone scolded the Qing University for not doing things well in China, but there was no movement on the external Internet. Everyone just thought that China had finally produced a talented young man over the years.
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Old Madam Wei had been looking for Xia Wanyuan frequently recently. Xia Wanyuan was busy with work and had to postpone it a few times. Finally, she ended the recording of “Singer”. After finding some time, she went to the Wei family.
Every time Old Madam Wei looked for her, she would not speak much and just let Xia Wanyuan read the account book with her.
Xia Wanyuan had a good memory. Although she was not a businessman in her previous life, she controlled the world’s largest tent. Every time Old Madam Wei handed her a pile of account books and asked her to finish reading them in a day, she would always finish reading them in two hours.
Old Madam Wei, who had never spoken much, praised Xia Wanyuan’s ability to check accounts.
“Girl, what do you think of the Wei family?” Seeing that Xia Wanyuan had finished reading another account book, Old Madam Wei suddenly asked.
Xia Wanyuan closed the account book. “There is a deep foundation but is not innovative enough.”
The butler, who was waiting on the side, suddenly looked up when he heard Xia Wanyuan’s words.
Miss Xia is too daring.
Old Madam Wei did not look angry. “If you were the one in charge of the Wei family, how much do you think you can do?”
Xia Wanyuan glanced at Old Madam Wei. “I can do better than you.”
The way the butler looked at Xia Wanyuan had changed. He looked at the Old Madam fearfully, afraid that she would be angry.
“Haha.” Unexpectedly, not only was Old Madam Wei not angry, but she also laughed twice. “Alright, you’ve worked hard today. Go back. Zimu must have waited for you outside for a long time. Go.”
Xia Wanyuan left and Wei Zimu was waiting outside. When he saw Xia Wanyuan, he revealed a warm smile.
“Sister Wanyuan, the weather is quite hot today. I bought you some ice powder.” Wei Zimu handed the small box to Xia Wanyuan. There were traces of ice on the side of the box.
On such a hot day, Wei Zimu’s head was sweating, but his hand was cold and white.. He must have been standing there waiting for her with the ice box, and his hand was frozen.
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