Urban God-level Youth

Chapter 274 President Fan Ruobing

"Shameless."

The members of the Seven-Colored Painting Club's faces slightly changed upon hearing Liu Baoliang's words.

Liu Baoliang was also a minor celebrity and master of ink painting within the Skillful Hands Painting Club.

Since Qin Hao had never painted even one painting, they thought Qin Hao must be a novice.

If competing against Liu Baoliang, there was a 99.9% chance of losing.

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"Why aren't you coming out? No worries, we can switch people too, giving you a chance." Liu Baoliang looked at Qin Hao and sneered lightly.

Qin Hao stepped forward. "I'll compete with you, but don't regret it later."

Liu Baoliang scoffed. "I think it'll be you who regrets it. "

This time, it was their turn to draw lots. Liu Baoliang casually drew one—it was to paint a flower within a thirty-minute time limit.

Liu Baoliang's mouth curled up when he saw it; he was quite skilled at painting flowers.

Qin Hao thought for a moment and then started painting with his brush.

The people from Ruobing's side couldn't bear to watch, thinking they were surely going to lose this time.

They never expected Xu Siyao and Qin Hao to arrive at such a crucial time.

Fifteen minutes later.

Qin Hao put down his brush. "I've finished."

The bystanders were taken aback, and Liu Baoliang didn't expect him to finish so quickly. He turned his head to look and then was stunned.

He gaped, disbelievingly staring at the painting Qin Hao had done, not even noticing the ink dripping onto the rice paper.

"Baoliang."

Wang Baishi of the Skillful Hands Painting Club saw Liu Baoliang standing there, dumbfounded, and frowned slightly.

Liu Baoliang came to his senses, but upon seeing the inkwork on the paper, he no longer had the mood to continue painting.

"I concede."

"What?"

Both parties could hardly believe it. Concede? Wasn't he just full of bluster a moment ago? Why concede now?

The four judges approached to take a look, and when they saw Qin Hao's work, they quickly gathered around.

"It's beautiful, truly a master's brushwork; this is definitely master-level skill."

The four judges were astonished, carefully admiring the painting Qin Hao had made.

Qin Hao had painted several mountain peaks surrounded by mist, with a plum tree standing resiliently on top, strong as iron and defiant against the frost.

The resilience of the plum tree was fully demonstrated by his brushstrokes.

Qin Hao had also included a line of poetry by the ancient Su Shi on it:

"Jade bones never fear the malarial mists, the icy beauty carries the grace of immortals."

Hearing the judges' exclamations, members from both painting clubs went over curiously.

Upon seeing Qin Hao's painting, many were astonished, quickly turning to look at Qin Hao.

The skill displayed in this painting was strong, and even the professional painting teachers felt inferior.

Ruobing also couldn't help but look at Qin Hao several more times; she very much liked the painting.

She also loved plum blossoms the most because she felt they resembled her!

She had also painted plum blossoms many times, but could never quite capture the essence she wanted.

Qin Hao, noticing the judges had not announced the results for a long time, couldn't help but ask, "Teacher, who won?"

Everyone speechlessly turned to look at him, seriously, did he even need to ask?

You've painted so damn well, who could beat you?

Even if Liu Baoliang had perfectly painted his lotus, when compared with yours, you'd get a perfect score and he'd be lucky to get fifty.

"You've won, there's no need for further comparison," one of the judges finally spoke.

Qin Hao nodded slightly. "Then if there's nothing else, I'll be leaving first."

"Wait a second," Ruobing called out to him.

Qin Hao turned his head to look at her, "Is there anything else, President?"

Ruobing asked softly, "Can I have this painting?"

Qin Hao thought she had something else to say and smiled, "If the President likes it, please take it."

Many people looked at Ruobing with envy, the four judges actually wanted it too, but they were too embarrassed to ask because of their dignity.

This masterpiece could sell for hundreds of thousands even without much fame.

If his fame were higher, the price could be even higher; of course, they wanted the painting not to sell it but to collect it.

After speaking, Qin Hao turned and left.

Xu Siyao looked at the members of the Skillful Hands Painting Club and huffed, "Are we still comparing?"

Wang Baishi and others had gloomy expressions because after their club lost, he could no longer pursue Ruobing.

That was a condition Ruobing had set.

The members of the Skillful Hands Painting Club left. One of the judges then said to Ruobing, "Ruobing, could I borrow this painting for a few days to study it? It's very profound."

The other three judges quickly added, "Us too, for a couple of days."

Ruobing replied coldly, "No."

The judges looked somewhat embarrassed and also disappointed, missing such a painting was a great pity.

Knowing Ruobing's personality and background, they dared not offend her and did not ask further, leaving reluctantly.

When everyone had left, only the members of the Seven-Colored Painting Club remained in the society room. They admired the painting for a while before going about their own business.

Ruobing had been looking at Qin Hao's painting all along, not just the painting, but also the line of text on it.

Perfectly natural, vigorous and powerful, impressive in spirit; just this calligraphy alone set it apart, establishing its unique style.

Xu Siyao asked puzzledly, "Ruobing, why do you keep staring at it? Is it that beautiful?"

Ruobing said, "Si Yao, you don't understand paintings, so you can't see it. Is Qin Hao the one you introduced?"

Xu Siyao laughed, "Ruobing, you must have heard his name, Qin Hao, the national unified exam's top scorer."

Ruobing was somewhat surprised, "He is that Qin Hao?"

When the unified exam results were announced, many people indeed heard Qin Hao's name.

But as time passed, many had long forgotten him.

After all, he was not frequently featured in the news or newspapers.

Even today's popular celebrities, if they don't appear in the public eye for a long time, will gradually be forgotten.

Xu Siyao said, "Yeah, Ruobing, he's also an entrepreneur, he started his own company."

...

After leaving the society office building, Qin Hao returned to his dormitory.

In the dorm, Zhao De, Chen Ping, and Fatty were all there, with Fatty still managing his guild.

Seeing him return, Fatty spoke up, "Second brother is back. There's something I want to discuss with you."

"What is it?"

Fatty said, "The guild now has more and more broadcasters, and I can't manage them all by myself.

I plan to rent a smaller place to use as an office and hire a few more people to help run it."

Qin Hao asked curiously, "Hmm, just decide it by yourself; do you have enough money?"

Fatty replied, "Enough, second brother."

Qin Hao nodded, and went back to his computer to log into the Jiangshan Roasted Duck's office and financial systems to check the company's revenue for the month.

Today was October 21st; Jiangshan Roasted Duck's revenue had already reached over thirty million, with profits around ten million.

With stores numbering fifty-three, it was quite fearsome.

He thought to himself: Time to launch a new product, Delicious Duck Neck, Wu Roasted Duck, all just trifles!