The registration process for checking in was done quickly. Chen Yun brought Xia Wanyuan and Xia Yu to verify their identities and went upstairs.
A few groups of people were gathered at the elevator. This competition was a worldwide meeting. Those who could participate were all famous people. Everyone knew each other.
Xia Wanyuan stood by the side and listened to these people’s greetings.
“Mr. Cui, you’re here too? Your girl painting is not bad.” Someone suddenly saw Cui Jian in the crowd.
Cui Jian was different from Cui Junyong. Cui Junyong learned Chinese painting techniques, while Cui Jian learned Western painting techniques. He had become famous at a young age and now had a place in the international painting industry. Furthermore, he was a high-profile person and liked to participate in all kinds of activities, so many people knew him.
“Master An, you’re too kind. This time, seeing Master An, I have to learn from you.” Cui Jian’s tone was completely different from how he had treated Xia Wanyuan.
By the time Cui Jian greeted everyone present one by one, the elevator had already come down.
“Come in together, Master Yuan Wanxia?” A group of people surged into the elevator, but Xia Wanyuan and the rest did not move. Cui Jian waved at Xia Wanyuan.
Xia Wanyuan glanced at the space that could accommodate half a person and was silent.
The corners of Cui Jian’s lips curled up as he closed the elevator.
“Mr. Cui, did you just call her Master?” Most Western painters had never heard of Yuan Wanxia.
“That’s right.” Cui Jian wished that someone would ask him this question. “Aiyo, you don’t know how amazing Yuan Wanxia is. She took advantage of her status as the champion of the World Youth Painter Competition and said that she would definitely win this competition.”
“Pfft, really?”
The elevator was filled with people from the art world and was not unfamiliar with world youth competitions.
Being able to win the championship meant that this person indeed had some ability. However, in the painting world, foundation was very important. A champion of the youth competition actually had the delusion that she was invincible.
She was like a child who had just learned how to walk. It was too laughable for her to say that she wanted to win the world championship in a short run.
“Really, she just called me trash downstairs.” Cui Jian pursed his lips. “This person from China is too arrogant.”
“From China??” The female painter from a certain anti-China country scoffed when she heard that. “Don’t the people of that country think that they’re going to heaven every day? I wonder who gave them the courage.”
“China has been doing well in the economy for the past few years. They’re rich. Look at the scenic areas outside. The Chinese are buying everywhere and everything like nouveau riche.” The person suddenly laughed out loud. “But you don’t know. I heard from the Chinese reporters that half of the people there can’t eat yet. There’s not even a door to the bathroom. China loves to do things like face.”
“I heard about it too. They’re very strict over there. I heard that they’ll be taken away if they don’t hold a red book on the streets. Many tall buildings are filled with tofu slag and people don’t live there. They’re specially for us foreigners to see.”
They had originally been asking about Xia Wanyuan, but in the end, it became a huge discussion to exchange their opinions of China. Whether it was people from advanced countries or non-advanced countries, they all expressed their ridicule for this country with a different ideology than theirs.
Cui Jian listened to everyone’s discussion and was secretly smug.
Although they were both from Y Continent, Han Country was originally a chess piece used by America to balance China. Most of the Han Country people were close to the West and looked down on China. Furthermore, Xia Wanyuan had offended her relatives, causing their Cui family to be mocked wherever they went during this period of time.
He would definitely not let Xia Wanyuan have an easy time. Not only would she not be able to get a ranking, but he would also make her unable to raise her head in the world of art and roll back to China in a dejected manner.
Downstairs, Xia Wanyuan and the rest finally waited for the elevator.
“Brother Chen, what floor are we on?” Xia Yu looked at Chen Yun.
“The 13th floor,” Chen Yun replied. Then, Chen Yun felt that the people around him looked at them strangely.