Chapter 135 is awesome!

Jiang Yuan's hand holding the pen was steady yet light.

The tip of the brush landed on the paper with great speed, as if the brush were moving like a dragon or a snake.

The ink spread across the paper.

On the paper, amidst the clouds and mist, a pine tree grows from the cliff edge.

"this--"

A guest with gray hair stared wide-eyed.

He looked at Jiang Yuan in shock.

This young man looks to be only in his early twenties, yet he has such a high level of artistic skill.

Jiang Li and Lin Shuya were just watching the show; they didn't even look at what Jiang Yuan had drawn.

They felt there was no need to look at it at all.

Given Jiang Yuan's skill level, what good things could he possibly write or draw?

In just three minutes, Jiang Yuan finished a painting.

He began to write on it.

Upon seeing the calligraphy Jiang Yuan had created, another elderly man became excited.

"Grandpa, I've finished drawing it," Jiang Yuan said.

Jiang Li frowned. "So fast? Mom, I hope my brother didn't scribble something."

Lin Shuya sneered and said, "Is that even a question? It's definitely just scribbling. With Jiang Yuan's skill level, and drawing so fast, what good stuff could he possibly produce?"

"Brother," Jiang Li said, "I know you said you'd give Grandpa a painting, but that's just an excuse for not giving him a gift. I think you should apologize to Grandpa as soon as possible to avoid making him angry. You can make up for it by giving him the birthday gift after the banquet."

Jiang Yuan sneered and said, "Who said I was just scribbling?"

Jiang Yuan picked up the painting and displayed it to Old Master Jiang and the guests.

"Grandpa, this is the painting I gave you." "It depicts a century-old pine tree. I hope that you, Grandpa, will be like the pine tree in the painting, evergreen and blessed with longevity."

Jiang Li was taken aback.

This painting... is actually quite decent.

It seems Jiang Yuan really does know some tricks for painting.

But so what?

Jiang Yuan's paintings are only superficially acceptable.

In the eyes of those masters of painting and calligraphy, Jiang Yuan's skills were just child's play.

Jiang Li looked at Mr. Chen Tai.

Chen Tai was a master painter.

When it comes to critiquing paintings, he always speaks the truth without holding back.

Jiang Li said, "Brother, this painting looks quite good. Mr. Chen Tai, what do you think of my brother's painting?"

Chen Tai stepped forward excitedly.

"Jiang Yuan, may I ask who your master is?"

Jiang Yuan replied, "I don't have a master; I taught myself all of this."

Calligraphy and painting are skills that the system gave him.

"Talent! He's incredibly talented! This pine tree is so lifelike, the brushstrokes are like iron, and the ink is so vivid. Even I, an old man, can't paint such a good pine tree."

"I didn't expect you to have such a strong foundation in painting, even though you haven't studied it."

Chen Tai looked at Jiang Yuan as if he were looking at a treasure.

"Jiang Yuan, would you be interested in becoming my disciple? I want to take you as my last disciple."

boom!

The guests were shocked.

Mr. Chen Tai has always been eccentric. His painting skills are among the best in the country. Many people want to become his students and have even spent a lot of money to learn from him, but Mr. Chen Tai has never agreed to any of them.

Mr. Chen Tai is now over seventy years old and doesn't have a single student.

He actually wanted to take Jiang Yuan as his last disciple.

Just how good is Jiang Yuan's painting skill?

Jiang Li's face stiffened.

He originally only wanted to embarrass Jiang Yuan, but unexpectedly, Jiang Yuan gained some fame instead.

Damn it!

When did Jiang Yuan learn to paint?

How come he didn't know?

Grandpa Jiang looked at Jiang Yuan, his expression softening slightly.

I never expected that his eldest grandson wasn't entirely useless.

Jiang Yuan shook his head and said, "I just enjoy practicing painting on my own. It's just a hobby for me. I have no interest in becoming an apprentice. Sorry."

Disappointment was evident in Chen Tai's eyes.

That makes sense.

Given Jiang Yuan's skill level, he doesn't need to become an apprentice at all, so it's normal for him to refuse.

"Jiang Yuan, my name is Chen Tai. If you ever change your mind and want to become my disciple, you can contact me anytime," said Mr. Chen Tai.

"Okay." Jiang Yuan nodded.

"Jiang Yuan." Li Anqing also came up, smiling. He looked fierce, but his amiable appearance was really strange.

"Let me introduce myself first. My name is Li Anqing, and I'm a calligrapher. Would you be interested in learning calligraphy from me?"

The guests were once again filled with shock.

Li Anqing is a national-level master of calligraphy and painting, considered one of the best in the country.

He even wanted to take Jiang Yuan as his apprentice.

So magical.

Jiang Yuan refused again this time, saying, "I have no interest in calligraphy."

In this life, all he wants to do is lie down and relax.

He simply didn't want to spend money on birthday gifts, so he showed off his painting and poetry skills, which the system had given him.

He had no intention of making money from these things.

He will only paint more paintings if they can fetch millions or tens of millions of dollars.

Li Anqing was rejected and looked disappointed.

He said sourly, "Old Jiang, you've kept this a secret for a long time. You have such a good grandson, yet you've kept him hidden away and never brought him out to meet the public."

If Jiang Yuan were younger, he might have agreed to become his disciple.

It's a pity that he didn't know Jiang Yuan when Jiang Yuan was young.

Grandpa Jiang smiled broadly.

"You flatter me."

"Isn't it because my grandson is too capable that I'm afraid you'll take him away, so I'm hiding him?"

The guests scoffed inwardly.

Tsk.

If they truly cared about their grandson Jiang Yuan, they wouldn't have allowed him to sever ties with the Jiang family.

The principal also came up.

"Old Jiang, do you know how incredibly capable your grandson is?"

Grandpa Jiang frowned, puzzled, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Jiang Li's heart skipped a beat.

Could it be that the principal told that old geezer from the Jiang family about Jiang Yuan's exam results?

No.

You absolutely must not tell him!

If we tell him, that old codger might just let Jiang Yuan inherit the Jiang family business.

However, he couldn't think of any way to stop the principal.

We could only watch helplessly.

The principal smiled and said, "He got first place in the opening exam this semester, with a score close to full marks, breaking our finance department's record."

Grandpa Jiang thought the principal was referring to Jiang Li.

He smiled and nodded, "Li'er has always been a very good kid, but he always came in second place. I didn't expect him to come in first place this time. This really surprised me."

Although Jiang Li is an adopted son.

It has to be said that Jiang Li really brought honor to the Jiang family.

"No, no, no," the principal shook his head. "The one who got first place wasn't Jiang Li, but your other grandson."

"As for Jiang Li, he came in fourth place this time."