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Seeing that Qiu Bai even gave Ye Chen a kneeling salute.

Su Zheng was confused.

Lin Wanfu and Su Wangyi were dumbfounded.

Brother Teng's pupils shrank sharply.

No one spoke at this moment!

It was as if time had stopped!

No one had thought that Qiu Bai would give Ye Chen a bow to his master.

Qiu Bai sincerely said, "Master Ye's kindness of today's instruction is unforgettable to the student for the rest of his life, please accept the student's worship."

Master Ye! Students!

Hearing that Qiu Bai even called himself a student, there was an uproar.

Qiu Bai was the president of today's art association, and even the number one person in the painting industry in China, it was too unimaginable that he would worship Ye Chen as his teacher.

From this, everyone also understood how terrifying Ye Chen's painting was.

To be able to conquer Qiubai and benefit Qiubai quite a bit, it showed that Ye Chen was really much higher than Qiubai.

Otherwise, how could Qiu Bai perform such a great salute after his epiphany.

Ye Chen even walked over and helped Qiu Bai up, "Old Qiu, I can't afford this great salute from you, according to age, you are my elder, how can you perform this great salute."

Qiu Bai got up with a faint smile and said, "Master Ye, our painting world reaches the master, I have perceived a lot in your paintings, and even broke through the bottleneck for many years, it is not too much to call you master."

Then Ye Chen smiled, "This painting is majestic, it just so happens that master calligrapher Wang Lao is also there why don't you let him inscribe this poem."

Old Wang nodded and said, "Well, then I'll offer it up."

Saying that Wang Lao was ready to inscribe the poem.

But Ye Chen said, "This painting does remind me of a poem, so I'll inscribe it myself."

Once Ye Chen's words were out of the stage, there was once again an uproar.

This brat was simply too self-important, Wang Xian's characters were sold by the square foot.

After Wang's inscription, Ye Chen's painting would sell for at least tens of millions at the auction house.

Ye Chen even rejected it.

Wang Lao was also a little upset and smiled faintly, "Good, I didn't expect Mr. Ye to be proficient in calligraphy, just as I also appreciate how Mr. Ye's calligraphy attainments are."

Ye Chen picked up the brush and pondered for a moment, and waved it to write a poem.

The river city is like a painting, the mountains look clear sky at night. Two waters between bright mirrors, double bridges Luo colored clouds.

........

This poem describes the scene in the painting in the best possible way.

See this wording of Ye Chen.

Wang Xian was dumbfounded.

This character was written in a majestic style that not only possessed the flavor of an ancient calligrapher, but also had an original style in it.

Wang Xian had never dreamed that a young person like Ye Chen could write such words.

Over the years, Wang Xian's calligraphy had also encountered a bottleneck.

But looking at Ye Chen's calligraphy actually had the feeling of being enlightened.

Pounce!

Wang Xian even kneeled on the ground just like Qiu Bai, also performing a kneeling salute.

The scene was once again shaken.

The president of the Fine Arts Association had just kneeled to Ye Chen and called him Master, and now the president of the Calligraphy Association was kneeling as well.

Master Ye!

Hearing this title, the crowd offstage no longer knew what to say.

Wang Xian, the first contemporary calligrapher, even saluted Ye Chen as his master and disciple.

Calligraphy and painting were not separate, no one had expected that the young Ye Chen would have the two masters of the calligraphy and painting world call him his master.

"Wang Lao, what are you doing, this doesn't break my heart."

Qiu Bai was around seventy years old, but this old man Wang was already nearly ninety.

How could Ye Chen take it when an old man of this age kneeled down to him.

Ye Chen even helped Wang Xian: "Old Wang, according to my age I should call you grandfather, how can I afford your great gift."

"Just now Qiu Bai was right, the one who reaches is the master, from your words, I have come to a realization of the supreme realm of calligraphy, this is what I have been pursuing, this is enough for me to call you master."

Ye Chen smiled, "Actually calligraphy or painting is just my personal hobby, these are all good things left to us by our ancestors, nowadays young people use computers for typing and digital cameras for traveling, instead these traditional cultures are gradually declining, I also hope that you can carry forward these things inherited from our ancestors and let the world know about our five thousand years of civilization! The bottom line."

There was thunderous applause.

Qiu Bai stepped up to the microphone and said, "I'm really happy to have such a master level painting master like Ye Chen in the younger generation, I've decided to give up the chairman of the Fine Arts Association to Ye Chen, and I'm stepping down as vice chairman."

Wang Xian on the side also said, "I'm also willing to give up the position of the Calligraphy Association President, Ye Chen's talent is the only thing that is expected to be elected."

The scene was once again in uproar.

A person who became the president of the Fine Arts Association and also the president of the Calligraphy Association, this was something that had never happened before.

The eyes of the crowd all had an envious expression in them.

Becoming the president of the two associations meant that Ye Chen's value had increased greatly, even doubling from before.

Just when the crowd thought that Ye Chen would accept, he shook his head.

"Two old gentlemen, I appreciate your good intentions, but I really can't accept, I still have to open a tick, I really don't have the time and experience to serve as the president of the Calligraphy Association and the Fine Arts Association, so that if you don't mind me hanging on to a vice president's name, I'll do my best to contribute money and effort if needed. "

Hearing Ye Chen's words, the crowd looked confused.

What the hell, you're going to open Tik Tik No time?

How much money can you make in a year with Open Tick, when you are the president of two associations, draw a picture at random, write a few words is Open Tick's lifetime income, okay.

The people were all confused.

I'm not sure how much money I can make in a year.

Hearing Ye Chen's words, Qiu Bai and Wang Xian looked at each other, which was a change of heart.

In the end, Ye Chen became the honorary president of the Calligraphy Association and the Fine Arts Association.

There was thunderous applause, an honor that Ye Chen was expected by all.

Ye Chen also breathed a sigh of relief.

If he became the president of the two associations, it was expected that those miscellaneous meetings would be able to tie Ye Chen down.

Right now, Ye Chen just wanted to be a ticking driver in peace, he didn't want to be so tired for the sake of a false name.

At the exchange meeting that followed, Qiu Bai drew a painting while Wang Xian inscribed it.

From the two men's painting and words everyone could see that the two men had refined their strength quite a bit.

They had even broken through the bottlenecks that the two had experienced over the years.

Everyone also finally knew why the two men addressed Ye Chen as their master.

This kind of nudging was simply too important for a person who was caught in a bottleneck.

Coming down from the stage, Ye Chen saw that there was a seat next to Su Zheng, so he sat next to his future father-in-law.

"Uncle, I've just been busy and didn't have time to say hello."

Su Zheng waved his hand, "Ye Chen ah, I am becoming more and more unable to see through you now, you always give me too many surprises, isn't it time to confess to me now?"

Ye Chen laughed awkwardly, "Actually, I'm not trying to hide it on purpose, but mainly I'm afraid you won't believe me even if I said my identity before."

Su Zheng smiled bitterly, "Go ahead, I can survive."

Ye Chen didn't hold back this time and told Su Zheng all of his identity.

Su Zheng was dumbfounded, completely dumbfounded!