Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Qiao Wangbei was not a high-profile person, and most people in the exhibition hall didnât know him.
They only saw a thin, tall, and capable middle-aged man rushing forward like a gust of wind. His hair was short and neat, his black eyes were narrowed, and his momentum resembled a tidal wave about to crash down.
Because his figure was too thin, it made him look a little skeletal, cold, and ruthless, giving off a very harsh and cold impact.
He was about to rush up to the stage when the organizer stopped him. âSir?â
The stage is already chaotic enough. Which great god is this?
Many people in the audience didnât know him either, and they were discussing among themselves until an industry insider who knew him said his name, âIsnât he Qiao Wangbei? Heâs Old Master Qiaoâs only son!â
The organizer was dumbfounded.
He had originally wanted to use the matter of the Jade Hall of Springâs plagiarism to promote Gao Xue. But now that Gao Xueâs plagiarism had been exposed, his previous lawsuit against the Jade Hall of Spring had become a joke.
The head of the Qiao family had come, and it was obvious that he was here to settle the score.
âGet lost!â Qiao Wangbei shouted angrily. The staff stopping him retracted his hands hurriedly.
Autumn in the capital was already chilly. He was wearing thin clothes, and his posture was as tall and proud as a mountain. His sharp freezing eyes overshadowed the cold autumn wind. He rushed straight onto the stage.
âUncleâ¦â Song Fengwan pulled Wu Yuxin away and stepped back.
Wu Yuxinâs eyes were red from fright as she stared blankly at the middle-aged man on the stage.
Jing Hanchuan raised his hand and nudged Fu Chen. âIs he Miss Songâs biological uncle?â
âYes.â
âJust by looking at him, itâs apparent that heâs not someone to be trifled with. What sin did you commit to provoke such a big family?â Jing Hanchuan smiled gloatingly.
Fu Chen coughed and didnât say anything. He looked around and saw Qiao Xiyan smoking at the door from the corner of his eye.
He was wearing a long black trench coat and had his head slightly turned as he lit a cigarette. The lights below the stage were dim, and his entire body was facing the light. His face was instantly illuminated by the flames before falling silent again.
Perhaps noticing Fu Chenâs attention, he narrowed his eyes and looked at him.
As a craftsman, Qiao Xiyanâs eyesight was much better than ordinary peopleâs. He saw Fu Chen at a glance and nodded slightly at him.
His dark eyes were as deep and boundless as the sea.
Jing Hanchuan followed Fu Chenâs gaze.
âQiao Xiyan?â Actually, the grandfathers of the two families had some friendship, but the younger generation didnât have much of a relationship. The Qiao family members were all born with a pair of phoenix eyes, so they were very recognizable.
âYes.â Fu Chen nodded.
âHe doesnât look easy to mess with.â
âThe Qiao family has always been the kind of people who hold knives since they were young. What do you think?â Fu Chen smiled lightly.
âDoes his family know anything about you two?â
Fu Chen shook his head helplessly.
âCome to think of it, based on the behavior of the father and son, if they knew that you kidnapped Miss Song when she was still underage, it would probably be extremely difficult for you to live until now,â Jing Hanchuan teased.
âWhen I first met Qiao Xiyan, he gave me a warning.â
âHeâs that powerful?â Jing Hanchuan chuckled lightly. âWith your temper, why didnât you act against him?â He smiled gloatingly.
It wasnât that Fu Chen couldnât touch Qiao Xiyan but that he didnât dare.
Song Fengwan only had this one cousin. He was his future brother-in-law. If Fu Chen confronted him head-on, it would probably be even harder for him to marry his wife in the future.
âJing Hanchuan, unless you find an orphan in the future, youâll eventually walk the path I took today. And the resistance youâll face will only be greater than mine.â
Jing Hanchuan raised his eyebrows.?Arenât sweets delicious? Why fall in love?
âI think itâs good to listen to opera and raise fish every day.â?Life is so comfortable every day. Why should I ask for trouble and find a wife?
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On the stageâ¦
When Gao Xue heard that this person was Qiao Wangbei, her red face instantly turned green and then white. She had reprimanded Song Fengwan loudly just now. Her expression was full of fear, as though she had seen a ghost.
Anyone who knew Old Master Qiao knew that his son had inherited his fatherâs work. Because he was too engrossed in carving stones and jade, the people outside had given him a nicknameâ
[Mad Qiao]
Not only was he obsessed with carving, but he also had a bad temper. When he got angry, he would be no different from a lunatic.
In the past, she had only heard rumors. Now that she saw him in person, it was naturally another scene.
This person was not to be trifled with.
When the organizer found out that Gao Xue had plagiarized, he was already dumbfounded. He didnât expect the situation to become even worse. The Qiao family came straight to the door.
âWhat did you say just now? Who did Wanwan plagiarize?â Qiao Wangbei sized up Gao Xue, his focused eyes extremely sharp.
With his height advantage, he looked down at her with a domineering aura.
If Qiao Xiyan hadnât confiscated his tools when he got out of the car just now, he really wanted toâ¦
Qiao Xiyanâs attitude was also tough. âThen, do you want to show your true skills in front of the entire country and then get arrested? Would that make you happy?
âBefore we came, we said that we would settle this matter in a civilized manner. If you insist on using a knife, then Iâll go! You can stay in the car.
âIf you hurt someone on the stage, after the matter is resolved, you will go to jail. When that time comes, youâll really disgrace Grandpa.â
He was so angry that he almost slapped this brat.?How can he talk to his father like this?!
At this moment, he wasnât carrying any tools, and his hands were itchy!
Looking at this brazen person in front of him, he wished he could go and kick her a few times to be satisfied.
Qiao Wangbei glared at Gao Xue. âAre you mute? Say something? Who did you say Wanwan plagiarized?â
âI, Iâ¦â Gao Xue was stunned by his aura and didnât know what to say for a moment.
âYouâre about to die, yet you still want to drag Wanwan down with you. Iâll let you die in understanding today.â Qiao Wangbei looked at the people around him. âWho is the organizer?â
âMe!â President Qiâs back was covered in cold sweat.
Speaking of which, Gao Xueâs designs had all been patented. Now that she was suspected of plagiarism, this room full of design drawings definitely couldnât be sold anymore. He had paid a lot to hold this design exhibition.
All his efforts would probably go down the drain. When he thought that he would not only lose money but also ruin his reputation, he felt devastated.
If not for the special situation, he wanted to go up and kick Gao Xue.
F*ck, itâs fine if I want to die, but do you have to drag a group of people down with you?
âYou should have a computer here that can project images. There are some photos inside. Please show them.â Qiao Wangbei handed him a USB flash drive.
President Qi trembled as he took the flash drive. It was as if this thing was hot to the touch, and his hands were shaking terribly.
Everyone stared at the big screen. Soon, a picture appeared on it.
The brush strokes were skillful and exquisite. The characters on the painting were vivid and lifelike, and there was a row of words at the bottom right of the painting. The signature was [Qiao Yuhe] with a red stamp. It was exceptionally eye-catching.
Old Master Qiaoâs style had always been unique.
When he was young and new, he had focused on innovation. When he was in his fifties, his creative style was even more sophisticated and majestic. His ink-colored style was also more bold and magnificent.
In the years before his death, the paintings he displayed used simple and few brush strokes. But they were still able to show his magnificent and extraordinary artistic conception. Some of the paintings had been auctioned, and most of them had been collected by various museums.
He had always been imitated but never surpassed.
So up until now, when everyone mentioned Qiao Yuhe, they still addressed him respectfully as Old Master Qiao.
The images slowly changed, and the paintings inside continued to appear. They were all paintings that no one had ever seen before, causing many experts present to exclaim.
Ever since Old Master Qiao passed away, apart from some museum collections, no other paintings had appeared.
So much so that for many years, his paintings in the public had risen to sky-high prices, let alone the unrevealed treasures.
There were around forty pictures of his works here. How many treasures was the Qiao family hiding?
But the more they looked at it, the more they felt that these works seemed familiar. Below the stage and in front of the livestream, everyone was discussing these paintings.
âThese are Old Master Qiaoâs true works.â
âThatâs definitely the case. Old Master Qiaoâs style is too unique. So many people imitate him. But you can tell that theyâre f*cking fake with one look. These must be real. This is his unique style.â
âThese should be genuine works that have never been seen before. Why do I feel like Iâve seen them somewhere?â
âThe painting in front and the one that Gao Xue won the award with are very similar. F*ck, this is f*cking amazing.â
âPeople even said that she was the youngest Yuming Cup winner. She even dared to step on the Qiao family after plagiarizing Old Master Qiaoâs paintings. How shameless is she?â
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Gao Xue was so stiff that she couldnât move. No one was more shocked than her when she saw these paintings.
Because these paintings had never been made public, naturally no one had seen them before. Otherwise, even if she had ten guts, she wouldnât have dared to plagiarize Old Master Qiaoâs paintings.
Did Song Fengwan imitate her grandfather? Does Old Master Qiao still have so many unpublished designs and paintings?
Many people in the industry said that after Old Master Qiao couldnât lift his arm, he didnât have any new works left to show the world.
âWhy? Does everyone feel like theyâve seen these paintings somewhere before?â Qiao Wangbei chuckled. âBecause all of them were stolen by some shameless lunatic, and she even claimed them in her own name.
âDidnât you say Wanwan plagiarized someone?
âFrom the moment Wanwan picked up a brush, it has always been my father personally guiding her. Her brush strokes are naturally very close to his. My father even specially drew an introductory drawing book for her. Who do you think she learned from?â
Qiao Wangbei closed in step by step. His cold and intimidating aura rushed at her, scaring Gao Xue so much that she kept retreating.
âI know that everyone might question the authenticity of these paintings. Most of them arenât in our house. Before my father passed away, he donated most of his paintings to the Suzhou National Museum. Itâs just that the collection in the museum hasnât been exhibited.
âIn order to let us keep recollection, the museum staff specially took photos of every painting and made them into a booklet for us.
âThe letter of thanks is treasured at home. If you donât believe me, you can call the museum to ask. Many of these paintings are in their collection.
âMany of the pictures were copied by my father for Wanwan to learn from. But I didnât expect that someone would use them and cause such a commotion.
âEven the Qiao family and the Jade Hall of Spring were involved. Whatâs wrong with us using my fatherâs paintings and designs to make jade products? How did it become us plagiarizing?â
Qiao Wangbeiâs words were firm and powerful.
Moreover, his words were clear and concise. Most importantly, these paintings were all artworks in the museumâs collection. They were just not public. All of this was verifiable.
This kind of thing couldnât be fabricated out of thin air, nor could it be fabricated at the last minute.
Song Fengwan smiled. âTeacher Gao has kept going on about the matter of me withdrawing from the competition. In that case, Iâll be direct. Iâm still young, so I donât have much talent in designing and drawing yet.
âIt was all my grandfatherâs early enlightenment. But after I entered the school, I put these things away. I only picked up my paintbrush again in the last two years, and I imitated my grandfatherâs paintings.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
âFor the schoolâs design competition, although I completed my entry independently, I could still see the shadow of my grandfather. I didnât think it was my own creation, so I withdrew from the competition at the last minute.â
Everyone looked at each other. This reason was very reasonable. Those engaged in art creation and design paid great attention to their personal characteristics.
âI just didnât expect that this matter would actually become something for someone to use against me. I didnât dare to show off with these pictures, but someone was shameless enough to plagiarize one of them to participate in the competition.
âEven at this point, she still wants to drag me down with her!
âTo be able to do this much in public, sheâs despicable and shameless to the extreme!â
At this moment, a low laugh sounded in the audience.
âThe most shameless thing is to register patents with someone elseâs creations. How thick-skinned is this person? How guilty must she be? How impatientâ¦
âHow utterly despicable!
âSheâs a disgrace to the industry, and she has sullied my masterâs lifelong prestigious reputation.â
Gao Xue suddenly looked at the audience. At this moment, she was already in the midst of a storm, yet another bolt of lightning appeared out of nowhere. It wasnât an exaggeration to say that she was struck by lightning.
âMaster⦠Joeââ a staff member from the organizer exclaimed.