"A master-class work, it can definitely be called a master-class work!"
"Yes, Mr. Ye can actually carve such exquisite portraits at such a young age. With this skill, he can be called a master."
"Mr. Zhou, congratulations for being able to teach such an outstanding disciple!" The guests around him began to congratulate Zhou Mingshan. Hearing these words, Zhou Mingshan smiled bitterly in his heart. For Ye Han, he had nothing.
Zhou Mingshan had taught him before, but his disciples were so outstanding, which made Zhou Mingshan very happy and proud. In comparison, Ning Haotian's disciples had no qualifications to show off in front of his disciples.
"Damn, this woman is so beautiful, but I feel a little familiar. Sister Yuner, do you think so?" Young Master Tang looked at the portrait with bright eyes, but the more he looked at it, the more he felt that it looked like a portrait.
It looked a bit familiar. Zhou Yun'er was shocked when she saw Ye Han carving such an exquisite master-level work. Now when she heard Mr. Tang's words, her heart skipped a beat and she looked at the portrait carefully. Isn't this right?
Is it herself?
"Bring the paintbrush." At this moment, Ye Han said, and someone immediately brought the paintbrush to the hotel. Then Ye Han took the paintbrush and began to paint on the portrait. After a while, a lifelike beauty appeared.
In front of everyone's eyes, this beauty's expression, body shape, and charm are as if they were captured by a camera. No, this portrait is more charming and charming than what was captured by a camera. The slightly upturned corners of her mouth carry a charming smile.
, a slight smile is very charming.
In an instant.
The whole hotel is buzzing!
"Oh my god, this sculpture is of Ms. Zhou herself. It looks so much like the real person. It's even more beautiful than the one captured by the camera."
"The hand of God, it is the hand of God! I'm afraid there are not many people in the whole world who can carve a person with such charm and charm, exactly like the real person."
The surroundings became shocked and boiling, even Chen Jianye and Ye Anbang were like this. In terms of carving art, who can carve a person so much like him? They are exactly the same as the real person. With this craftsmanship, even Zhou Ming
It is difficult for masters like Shan and Ning Haotian to do this.
At this moment, Zhou Yun'er felt as if she was drunk. She was completely intoxicated by Ye Han's sudden surprise. She was immersed in the ocean of happiness and emotion and couldn't extricate herself. This little man wanted to be moved to death.
!
"Oh, buy it! Dear Ye, your hands are like God. It's so magical. This work is so beautiful. You are really the most romantic man in the world!" Alice looked at Zhou Yuner's hand on Ye Han's hand.
Countless stars suddenly appeared in her eyes, worshiping the statue to the extreme.
At this moment, it was not just Alice who was worshiping Ye Han. No one in the hotel was doing the same. The young man in front of her was like God, creating life.
"genius!"
At this moment, even Ning Haotian had to praise him. Although Ye Han defeated his disciple in the art of sculpture, to be fair, his disciple was far from the young man in front of him. Even he couldn't help but praise him at this moment.
Dare to show off in front of this young man.
Leng Fan lowered his head at this moment. He had lost. He had lost completely. He came with pride and was about to leave with his reputation in ruins.
"Damn it!" Seeing everyone around him praising Ye Han, Ning Feng was about to burst with anger. He originally wanted Ye Han to embarrass himself in front of everyone today, but in the end, his Ning family members were silently praised.
He was given a slap in the face, and the glares around him made him feel like a ray of light on his back, making him very uncomfortable.
"Haha, Brother Ning, I wonder which one is more outstanding compared to the portraits carved by my disciple or the pendants carved by your disciple Leng Fan?" Zhou Mingshan looked at Ning Haotian with a smile on his face, and his indifferent smile made him laugh.
Ning Haotian seemed to have seen the kind of ridicule Zhou Mingshan made towards him when he was young.
Ning Haotian looked at Zhou Mingshan. The expression on his face was no longer as calm as before. Instead, there was a coldness spreading on his face. He said, "Brother Mingshan, I can't tell that you are quite deep in ups and downs. You are like this."
You should have accepted me as a disciple many years ago, right?"
Ye Han's carving skills were so outstanding that Ning Haotian simply didn't believe that Zhou Mingshan had just recently accepted Ye Han into his employ. Moreover, Ye Han's ability to learn carving was so strong that he must have been secretly taught by Zhou Mingshan.
What's more, Ning Haotian doesn't want to think that Ye Han was accepted by Zhou Mingshan only recently, so that if his disciple loses, he will at least have some dignity left. After all, he learned sculpture at different times, so there is nothing wrong with him losing.
"Damn, you old guy is really thick-skinned." Young Master Tang raised his middle finger to Ning Haotian.
How could Zhou Mingshan not understand the meaning of Ning Haotian's words? He smiled, shook his head and said, "Brother Ning, you are wrong. I have known him as a disciple for less than half a year. Now that the competition is over, is Brother Ning going to do it?"
Would you like to sit down and have a cup of tea?"
"No need." Ning Haotian said lightly, "Today my disciple failed because of his lack of academic skills. Come back for advice another day."
"Another day? I think that in ten years' time, your disciple may not have the skills that Mr. Zhou's disciples have now." Suddenly, a cold and domineering voice came in from outside the hotel door.
Hearing this, everyone in the hotel looked over one after another. The person who came was a middle-aged man in his forties. This middle-aged man was rather handsome, with a tall and tall figure, and long black shoulders, but he attracted everyone.
What caught my eye was that this man was actually wearing a very retro costume, and he was holding a dark sword in his hand. His whole person gave people a sharp look, and his dark eyes made people dare not confront him.
See.
"Asshole, who are you? What qualifications do you have to say that?" After Ning Feng heard this, he immediately cursed at the handsome middle-aged man.
"Are you calling me a bastard?" The handsome middle-aged man walked up to the crowd like a tiger. His eyes stared straight at Ning Feng, which made him feel nervous, as if he was being targeted by a ferocious beast.
Same: "Mr. Ning, for your sake, I will spare his life today. If there is another time, I will kill him!"
As soon as the word "kill" came out, a cold murderous aura suddenly filled the hotel, and everyone felt a chill rising from the soles of their feet.
"Mr. Wufei, the old man is lax in his discipline. I hope Mr. Wufei won't argue with the juniors. I will take him away now." After saying that, Ning Haotian glared at Ning Feng, turned around and walked out of the hotel. The other Nings
His family members also followed behind him. Looking at their backs, everyone in the hotel laughed secretly in their hearts. This member of the Ning family came here with great force, but now they are returning in defeat. It is a shame today.
After the Ning family left, everyone was a little curious about the handsome middle-aged man who had just arrived. This middle-aged man was so strong that Ning Haotian, the northern stone gambling king, could only bow his head in front of him and did not dare to disobey.