Genius Daddy in the City

In the angry eyes of countless passers-by.

I saw a young man wearing a white suit and sunglasses walking out of the Hummer, and in his arms was a little boy about six or seven years old, wearing fashionable clothes.

As he walked out, many passers-by expressed surprise.

"It's Zhao Yuanliang, the son of the Zhao family!"

Someone was about to curse, but after hearing this exclamation, his body suddenly trembled: "What? Is he the devil incarnation of the Zhao family?"

The rest were no better.

It is true that the word Zhao Yuanliang is too famous in Jinling!

The second son of the Zhao family of the Jinling wealthy family, he is one of the most dazzling people in the Jinling wealthy family, and the leader of the third generation of young people in Jinling.

This is a typical playboy, nicknamed the Demon King. Relying on his family background, he can be said to be domineering throughout Jinling, and no one dares to mess with him.

The young man in a suit smiled disdainfully, then lowered his head and said to the little boy in his arms: "Yangyang, how are you? Do you enjoy driving my uncle's car?"

"Uncle, I didn't kill anyone, it's not satisfying."

The little boy's immature facial features revealed a hint of unruliness.

As soon as these words came out, countless people were angry.

I dare say that the Hummer that rushed into the supermarket and almost hit someone was driven by a six or seven-year-old kid. He didn't feel any guilt afterward. Instead, he said he didn't kill anyone and it wasn't enjoyable.

Mengmeng hugged Ye Chen's arm and said, "Dad, they are so bad."

The little fat man Li Erguo spat down unceremoniously: "Dad, did you see it? This is the rich second generation mentioned on TV. Compared with him, Fatty is much better."

"What an ancient capital of six dynasties!"

Li Yongmin laughed angrily, his face extremely ugly.

Ye Chen also heard the passers-by's cries word for word, and then shook his head: "The third generation ancestor of a wealthy family, no wonder you dare to be so unscrupulous!"

Faced with the advice of countless passers-by, Master Zhao smiled coldly: "What are you looking at? Go back and watch your mother fuck you!"

After that, he raised his hand to write a check and threw it into the supermarket behind him: "Master Zhao, I will pay for today's loss!"

After saying that, he drove away in the Hummer again.

"Who is this? Does anyone teach children this way?"

Even Cang Shuxue, a girl, couldn't help but be angry: "Also, a minor can blatantly drive a car and run rampant on the road. Is there any law?"

After saying that, she took out her cell phone and wanted to call the police.

Li Yongmin hurriedly stopped her: "Teacher Cang, don't act recklessly. We cannot afford to offend this kind of person."

…

After such a disappointing incident, everyone's appetite was not very good. After taking a few casual bites, Li Yongmin rushed to settle the order and returned to the art museum under the leadership of Cang Shuxue.

More than ten minutes later, all the children who came to participate in the competition gathered at the art museum under the leadership of their parents, even those who were on the same bus as Ye Chen before were no exception.

Everyone's face was full of anticipation and excitement, and they looked at each other with a strong sense of vigilance. They were obviously aware of what the first place in today's painting competition meant.

At the same time, there was a commotion from behind the crowd.

Everyone looked back and saw five uniformed bodyguards walking towards this side surrounded by a young man. Wherever the bodyguards passed, no one dared to stop them. Even if someone didn't step aside, they would be pushed away.

"Why is it him again!" After seeing the young man's appearance clearly, Li Yongmin and Cang Shuxue were shocked.

Because the young man was Zhao Yuanliang, the young master of the Zhao family whom he met outside before. At this time, he was still holding the six or seven-year-old boy in his arms and walking over with a piece of chocolate in his mouth.

"It's Mr. Zhao!"

"I didn't expect that even he would come. Did he come to the competition with the child in his arms?"

"I'm dizzy. The dignified Mr. Zhao has brought people to participate in this competition. So what chance do we have?"

"..."

The crowd was instantly in an uproar.

From their point of view, this so-called children's painting competition was looked down upon by wealthy people, but they did not expect that Zhao Yuanliang, the second son of the Zhao family, would also participate.

"Is it possible that you are here for Master Wu Wenshan?"

Someone's eyes flickered.

Zhao Yuanliang was arrogant throughout the whole process, not taking anyone seriously at all. On the contrary, the little boy in his arms looked at the children present fiercely, and said with disdain: "A bunch of rubbish, you are worthy of me, Zhao Yang." Fight?"

Everyone dared to be angry but dared not speak out.

At this time, a woman wearing a cheongsam came over with a microphone, and shouted as she walked: "The exam is about to begin. Leaders of each region, please bring your players in with me, and parents stay outside!"

"Do I need to stay outside?" Zhao Yuanliang smiled half-heartedly.

"Hey, isn't this Mr. Zhao?"

The woman hurriedly came over and said with great respect: "Of course you don't have to stay outside. Please, please, I will take you in personally."

Zhao Yuanliang enjoyed her respect very much. He held the child and walked in swaggering under everyone's indignant eyes.

Anger is anger.

But since they have come, it is definitely impossible for them to go back now. Therefore, the scene was in chaos for a while, and countless parents kept cheering for their children.

"Ye Mengmeng, Li Erguo, Guan Muze, Chen Xiaohai..."

As the leader of the Tiannan team, Cang Shuxue called everyone's names one by one, closed the roster and said: "You follow me in, and the parents will stay outside. We will come out after the game is over, don't worry."

Mengmeng tightly grabbed Ye Chen's clothes and said timidly: "Dad, I want you to go in with me."

"It's okay. Dad and your sister Sissi will always pay attention to you. Let's have a good competition. Dad has confidence in you." Ye Chen smiled and kissed her.

"Dad, I will definitely take first place!"

The little guy waved his pink fist and finally walked into the art museum under the leadership of Cang Shuxue.

Before leaving, Fatty Li Erguo grinned and said: "Uncle Ye, don't worry, Fatty, I won't let anyone bully Mengmeng. After all, Fatty's tonnage was not obtained by drinking water."

"roll!"

Li Yongmin flew over with a kick.

The little fat man shook off the fat on his body and disappeared in a flash.

Li Yongmin then turned around to comfort Ye Chen: "Brother Ye, don't worry, it's just a children's drawing competition, it's no big deal."

Ye Chen smiled and didn't say anything. Instead, he shrouded his consciousness and completely grasped his daughter's every move.

…

There is a manor on the hill behind Jinling Art Museum.

After Zhao Yuanliang led his seven-year-old nephew Zhao Yang into the manor, he finally bowed to an old man in blue in the high hall and said with a smile: "Yuanliang has met Uncle Wu!"

In front of him sat an old man in green clothes. The old man had a calm demeanor and exuded a hint of scholarly aura. Next to him were several men standing, each of them possessing a strong aura.

If there are outsiders present, they will be shocked to find that these people are seniors in the entire Jinling literary and art circle, including the president of the Calligraphy Association, the president of the Painting and Calligraphy Association, and the president of the largest chamber of commerce in Jinling...

However, these people are extremely respectful at this moment, because the old man in Tsing Yi has the name of Painting Saint, Wu Wenshan, the number one painter in Jinling!

Wu Wenshan opened his eyes and looked at Zhao Yuanliang, and finally his eyes fell on the seven-year-old Zhao Yang. He nodded slightly and said, "Is this baby the Queen of my old friend?"

"Back to Uncle Wu, yes!"

Zhao Yuanliang refused to accept his previous unruliness, nodded politely, and then said: "Uncle Wu, my second grandfather hopes that Zhao Yang can become your disciple."

"do not worry!"

Wu Wenshan nodded slightly and said: "I have already greeted the judges. This child can take first place. When the time comes, I will come forward and accept this child as my disciple!"

"Thank you Uncle Wu!"

After Zhao Yuanliang thanked him, he took his nephew and left.

After he left, an old man couldn't help but said: "Master Wu, it is said that this young master of the Zhao family has never learned to draw, and he can't even draw an egg. If he is ranked first, I am afraid he will not accept it." Everyone?"

Wu Wenshan flicked his sleeves!

"Whoever I think is number one is number one. Who dares to dissent?!!!"

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