No wonder Jin Zhengqing later accepted Yun Wenwen as his disciple. Such techniques and techniques were indeed extraordinary.
In the audience, Tan Mingyuan and Jin Cailiang were dumbfounded.
The champion turned out to be Yun Wenwen. Even Tao Guoan was stunned until Jiang Zhihao pushed him and reminded with a smile: "Chairman Tao, the jury is asking you to award the award."
Tao Guoan came to his senses and was overjoyed. He excitedly patted Jiang Zhihao on the shoulder, and then went on stage without saying anything more.
After handing the 100,000-yuan bonus and the gold-plated trophy to Yun Wenwen, Tao Guoan ran down without even bothering to communicate more with this young calligrapher and painter.
He hugged Jiang Zhihao and laughed: "Mr. Jiang, you are amazing! Is this really your intuition?"
"Of course." Jiang Zhihao said with a smile.
"Awesome!" Tao Guoan gave him a thumbs up, then looked at Tan Mingyuan and said cheerfully: "Old Tan, what did you just say? Who had the last laugh?"
Now Tan Mingyuan's face turned dark. When he brought Jin Cailiang over, he thought he was sure to win. Not to mention these amateur players, not even the people from the Painting and Calligraphy Association dared to say that they could beat Jin Cailiang.
But he didn't expect that Jiang Zhihao would come, and even found the only person present who could win against Jin Cailiang.
As I said before, the more you talk before the results come out, the more embarrassing it will be to be slapped in the face now.
Many people had heard the rivalry between Tan Mingyuan and Tao Guoan just now, and now they looked at Tan Mingyuan with strange expressions. It seemed quite interesting to see a rich man worth hundreds of millions embarrassed.
Being watched by so many people, Tan Mingyuan wanted to die.
He stared at Jiang Zhihao fiercely, wishing he could skin him and cramp him.
However, Tao Guoan took the initiative to block Tan Mingyuan's gaze and said to Jin Cailiang: "Didn't you just say you would give Mr. Jiang 100,000 yuan if you lost? Where's the money?"
When talking to Tan Mingyuan, Tao Guoan had a mocking look on his face, but when talking to Jin Cailiang, he looked very cold.
Jin Zhengqing is well-known in the world of calligraphy, painting and collection, but Tao Guoan is a businessman and doesn't care how famous he is. It can't affect him anyway.
If Jin Zhengqing came in person, maybe Tao Guoan would give him some face, but Jin Cailiang was just an apprentice, but he dared to speak so brazenly in front of Tao Guoan.
After enduring it for so long, Tao Guoan finally had a chance to vent, and naturally he wanted to get angry on the spot.
His indifference represents his own disdain. A mere calligrapher and painter is nothing!
Jin Cailiang could feel Tao Guoan's sarcasm, and this defeat made him red-faced and at a loss.
The loss was too sudden and unexpected.
Now that Tao Guoan took the initiative to ask for money, it was like a slap in the face.
It is impossible to deny it. With so many people watching, the law also recognizes that oral promises have the effect of a contract.
As for wanting Tan Mingyuan to help rescue him, that's impossible. Now that Tan Mingyuan can't save his own face, how can he care about him.
In the end, Jin Cailiang could only grit his teeth and pay out of his own pocket to transfer 100,000 yuan to Jiang Zhihao.