This person is clearly a male protagonist in a female-oriented novel, yet he is excessively lucid.

"Since everyone agrees, I'll begin!"

Master Jia smiled with satisfaction, waited for a full three minutes to give the "preparation time" before giving the staff member operating the camera a wink.

The staff immediately understood and began to slowly move the camera among the audience, with the live stream footage constantly switching accordingly.

Ultimately, whether it was intentional on the part of the staff or not, the camera remained fixed on Yu Chenzhou's face.

His bewildered, even somewhat disgusted expression was clearly displayed on the LED screen, a stark contrast to the excitement of the surrounding audience.

"This is the lucky person! Please make way, everyone, this lucky audience member, please come up on stage!"

The moment the camera captured the image, Master Jia immediately flashed a warm smile, waved in Yu Chenzhou's direction, and spoke in an exceptionally friendly tone.

The surrounding audience instinctively moved aside, making way for a path to the stage.

Master Jia's gaze swept over Yu Chenzhou, and when he saw the picture frame Yu was carrying, his eyes lit up, his smile widened, and his tone carried a hint of teasing:

"It seems we really are destined to meet!"

I didn't expect you to have even prepared the picture frame in advance. Did you already anticipate that you would be the lucky one?

Yu Chenzhou stood still, the disdain on his face vanishing instantly, replaced by calm. He looked expressionlessly at Master Jia on the stage and clearly refused:

"You may not believe it, but this frame wasn't made for you, and I have absolutely no interest in your painting."

His voice wasn't loud, but it was loud enough for those around him to hear.

"Oh?"

Master Jia's smile froze for a moment, clearly not expecting to be rejected, but he quickly regained his composure and continued to ask with a smile.

"Could you tell me why? I'm very curious, what exactly is wrong with my painting that doesn't meet your standards?"

Of course, if you don't want to talk about it, you won't have to.

His words seemed magnanimous, but in reality, he wanted to show off his "masterful demeanor" in front of everyone, while also trying to force Yu Chenzhou to give his reasons so that he could find an opportunity to refute him.

"dislike."

Yu Chenzhou was too lazy to waste words with him and gave a concise three-word answer, his tone straightforward and clearly distant.

Master Jia's smile faded slightly, but he didn't give up and continued to patiently guide him:

"Since you specifically bought a special picture frame, it means you must have paintings in your collection, right?"

I wonder which famous artist's works you like?

Is it Li Xiuyuan, Zhang Bairen, or Jiang Ziwen?

I know quite a few famous artists; maybe I can even get one for you. It would be a kind of fate that brings us together.”

He deliberately brought up famous figures to raise his own status and at the same time to make Yu Chenzhou back down.

"I don't like any of them."

Yu Chenzhou's response was still a brief four words, but his tone was colder than before.

"No need for you to trouble yourself."

By this point, his patience had completely run out, and he could no longer tolerate the shoddy performance before him.

He even wondered to himself if he hadn't checked the almanac before going out today, as he kept encountering these kinds of unpleasant things from online celebrity live streams, as if he had some kind of bad luck with these people.

Yu Chenzhou's refusal was clear and unambiguous; not only did Master Jia understand it, but the surrounding audience and netizens in the live stream also heard it clearly.

Being rejected in public by an unknown young man, Master Jia felt as if his pride had been utterly trampled on. His face darkened instantly, and his tone sharpened as he immediately questioned:

"Is it that you genuinely dislike it, or are you simply reluctant to part with the thousand yuan?"

Before Yu Chenzhou could speak in defense, he immediately turned to the audience and viewers in the live stream, his voice suddenly rising, and said with a hint of inflammatory rhetoric:

"As everyone saw in the live broadcast just now, someone offered me 300,000 yuan for my painting 'Sunset over the Huangpu River,' but I didn't sell it!"

I'm selling it to you for a thousand dollars now, which is practically giving it away for free!

If you can't even spare a thousand yuan, what right do you have to like traditional Chinese painting?

What qualifications does one have to own a traditional Chinese painting?

His words put Yu Chenzhou in direct opposition to everyone else.

In an instant, countless accusing eyes focused on Yu Chenzhou, the audience's discussions rose and fell, and the live broadcast room exploded with a barrage of criticism against Yu Chenzhou.

All sorts of offensive remarks came out one after another.

"Stingy," "Poor and stingy," "Pretending to know what you don't," "Master, ignore the trolls," "Don't talk nonsense if you don't understand," "Support the master in fighting back."

Some people even went so far as to say that he was a Western worshipper who disliked traditional Chinese painting and preferred Western oil painting, which they claimed was a disgrace to the Chinese people.

Yu Chenzhou was completely speechless.

He was only dragged along by Xiao Yilin to join in the fun, and had no intention of participating in any activities.

Having been dragged into this, all I wanted was to watch the performance quietly and then leave.

But now, instead of gaining any benefits, they've been unfairly smeared and become the target of public criticism.

Since the other party is so persistent, then don't blame him for being ruthless and determined to expose this false mask.

Yu Chenzhou took a deep breath, slowly stepped out from the path parted by the crowd, and said with a cold smile as he walked:

"Hehe, haven't you always wanted to know why I don't like it?"

Now I will tell you clearly.

Because your painting is terrible.

He walked step by step to the long rectangular table in the center of the stage, his gaze calmly falling on the painting "Sunset over the Huangpu River," and spoke in a calm yet clear tone, with a power that penetrated the heart:

"The colors of the sunset in your painting are garish and vulgar. You are pursuing brightness and eye-catching colors to cater to the eyes of ordinary people, but you have completely lost the vastness, remoteness and loneliness that a sunset should have."

Looking at the ripples in the river, they are drawn rigidly and stiffly, with no sense of movement in the lines. It's as if they were drawn with a ruler, without any of the vitality of flowing water.

In ink painting, brushwork techniques form the framework, while artistic conception and spirit are the soul.

A solid skeleton without a vibrant soul is just an empty shell, devoid of any charm.

In short, your painting is nothing but a worthless piece of waste paper, utterly worthless.

Yu Chenzhou's blunt and sharp denigration was like a sharp knife, instantly piercing through Master Jia's disguise.

Master Jia's face instantly darkened, the smile that had been on his face vanished without a trace. He stared intently at Yu Chenzhou, his eyes filled with rage, and he questioned through gritted teeth:

"Who are you? You're just a kid who hasn't even grown any hair yet, only in your early twenties. What do you know about the inheritance of calligraphy and painting?"

Do you understand what the essence of traditional Chinese painting is?

I am the "President of the Global Calligraphy and Painting Association", a "Director of the Global Calligraphy and Painting Art Federation", and a "World-Class Intangible Cultural Heritage Inheritor"!

"If you dare to question me, you are questioning our traditional Chinese painting, which has been passed down for thousands of years; you are questioning the cultural treasure left to us by our ancestors!"

He rattled off three impressive-sounding titles in one breath, attempting to overwhelm Yu Chenzhou with his status.

"Heh, you think you're qualified to represent traditional Chinese painting?"

Yu Chenzhou looked at him with a mocking expression, as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world, and then threw out a series of soul-searching questions.

"Do you need keys made? How many do you need?"

This remark, laced with a strong sense of mockery, instantly created an eerie atmosphere.

Yu Chenzhou didn't give Master Jia a chance to refute, pointed to the staff member in charge of the live broadcast, and continued:

"What are you talking about, 'President of the Global Calligraphy and Painting Association,' 'Director of the Global Calligraphy and Painting Art Federation,' and 'World-Class Intangible Cultural Heritage Inheritor'?"

I advise you to stop making a fool of yourself by showing it off.

They can speak of the titles of several unregistered and unqualified fake organizations in such a sophisticated and confident manner without batting an eye.

I truly admire the thick skin of you people; it's thicker than the corner of a city wall.

After speaking, Yu Chenzhou turned around and walked to the side of the stage. In front of the paintings that the staff had hung up for sale, he glanced at each painting and commented on them one by one.

Every word he uttered precisely hit the nail on the head regarding the paintings, refuting those seemingly exquisite but actually mediocre works as utterly worthless.

"This landscape painting has a rigid composition and no rules. The mountains are depicted with stiff lines, and the water flows in a chaotic manner. It fails to create the artistic conception of mountains and water being interdependent."

"In this painting of bamboo and rocks, the bamboo branches lack strength, the bamboo leaves are painted in a messy and disorderly manner, and even the basic relationship between density and sparseness has not been mastered."

"These landscape paintings depict mountains that are mass-produced, water that is sculpted from templates. They lack any genuine feeling, let alone any artistic conception or spirit; they are just a pile of waste paper."

Yu Chenzhou's comments became increasingly direct and sharp, and Master Jia's face grew increasingly grim, turning from ashen to a deep liver color. His hands clenched into fists, and his knuckles turned white.

The audience gradually went from initial anger to confusion, and then to expressions of sudden realization.

After all, those who have stayed and watched until now, apart from those who were dragged in, are mostly people who have some interest in traditional Chinese painting and know a thing or two about it.

Yu Chenzhou's comments were precise and insightful, hitting the nail on the head with every sentence, making them instantly realize that they had probably been deceived by the title of "master".

As for the comments in the live stream, after Yu Chenzhou began commenting on the paintings, there was a brief silence, as if all the netizens were digesting his words, before it completely exploded.

The key to all of this was those who had been bidding wildly and vying for the "Sunset over the Huangpu River" painting in the live stream.

They had already quietly left the live stream.

Other netizens immediately realized: So all those people who bought at high prices were shills hired by Master Jia!

Watching his meticulously planned live-streaming event, which he had originally thought would make him a fortune, completely collapse because of Yu Chenzhou's disruption.

Master Jia could no longer maintain his composure; he was so angry that he trembled all over, and his face turned a deep purplish-red.

He pointed at Yu Chenzhou, his lips trembling, unable to utter a complete sentence, finally managing only to roar with all his might:

"You, you, you...you're here on purpose to cause trouble!"

"Security! Come quick! Someone's deliberately causing trouble here. Throw him out! Throw him out!"

His voice became sharp and shrill with anger, completely losing its previous "masterful demeanor".

"Heh, with this kind of demeanor and this kind of cultivation, he deserves to be called a master?"

The fake master truly lives up to his name!

Unfazed by his rage, Yu Chenzhou remained standing, looking at the hysterical Master Jia with undisguised sarcasm.

Yu Chenzhou's words were like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, completely shattering the silence in the room.

Some people in the crowd began to whisper among themselves:

"What he said seems to make sense... I was watching the sunset just now and I thought the colors were too bright and it hurt my eyes. So that's the problem."

Another young man wearing glasses chimed in:

"Global Calligraphy and Painting Association? I wanted to learn about this association last time, so I specifically searched for it online. I found that there is no registration information for this organization in China. I thought it was a niche association abroad, but it turns out it's a fake!"

As the two men spoke, an even greater commotion suddenly arose in the crowd.

At this moment, the naval forces tried to struggle but were directly overwhelmed:

A few remaining online trolls were still spamming "Don't listen to his nonsense," but they were immediately countered by a barrage of comments like "No such association found" and "This is a confirmed case of a charade."

Some netizens even took screenshots of the streamer's previous paintings and compared them to "the same template composition for ten years," with the barrage full of jokes like "I can't laugh anymore" and "confirmed to be a scam."

In the end, it turned into a "massive melon-eating scene":

[We demand a direct response from the streamer! Were those titles all bought?]

[I suggest passersby record this and save it; this slap in the face is hilarious!]

In just a few minutes, the barrage of comments went from 70% fake positive reviews to overwhelmingly skeptical and mocking, completely disrupting Master Jia's control of the comments.

The moderators frantically tried to silence users, but the more they tried, the more public anger was aroused.

Meanwhile, passersby who were originally holding up their phones and taking pictures of the paintings turned their cameras around and aimed them at Master Jia, whose face was ashen, and Yu Chenzhou, who looked calm.

The whispers and murmurs grew louder and louder, gradually drowning out Master Jia's roars.

Several elderly men with gray hair, clearly knowledgeable in calligraphy and painting, stood in the front row, stroking their beards and nodding repeatedly. Their eyes were full of approval as they looked at Yu Chenzhou. One of the men said loudly:

"Young man, you're right! Well said! No matter how good your brushwork skills are, if you don't have artistic conception and spirit, it's just craftsmanship and can't be considered true art!"

The essence of traditional Chinese painting lies entirely in the two words "spirit and charm"!

The live stream chat took a complete turn for the worse. The screen, previously filled with comments like "master" and "masterpiece," was instantly flooded with skepticism and mockery. The tone of the chat changed drastically in an instant.

Could the trolls who were posting positive reviews have put in a little more effort? They've already exposed the truth.

The phrase "completely devoid of artistic conception" hits the nail on the head! His paintings are just mass-produced, assembly-line work, having absolutely nothing to do with art.

Finally, someone dared to speak the truth! He blocked everyone who offered suggestions before.

[Holy crap! This guy's comment was spot on! I knew something was off about this painting; it had that assembly-line feel to it, completely soulless!]

[So many people were frantically buying it, even offering high prices? I found that strange. Turns out they were just paid trolls and shills! This tactic is so low!]

[A counterfeit association + formulaic paintings + hiring shills to fleece customers and sell their art – this operation has completely exposed their true colors! Master Jia? I bet he has a brother named Donnie Yen!]

[The old man who described the craftsman's spirit earlier was spot on! This Master Jia is simply a businessman who knows how to wield a calligraphy brush; his mind is only on making money, and he has absolutely nothing to do with art!]

[He just turned around and accused others of not understanding art, but I think he's the one who doesn't! He probably doesn't even know how to write the word "artistic conception," yet he has the nerve to come out and swindle people!]

[Can any knowledgeable people expose the publications he's selling on his livestream? I bet 50 cents it's all self-published junk, nobody buys it! This kind of scammer should be exposed!]

Master Jia stared intently at the comments in the live stream, his face turning pale, then red, then purple as he read the sarcastic and questioning remarks. He looked extremely unpleasant.

He wanted to shout a few more words to save face, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he was met with the disdainful and mocking looks from the passersby. The words stuck in his throat, and in the end, he could only manage a hoarse, desperate roar:

"You...do you even know what traditional Chinese painting is? If you're so capable, come up here and paint one that's better than mine."

Otherwise, I will sue you for defamation.

I am a member of the China Artists Association. Even if I am only a second-level artist, I am not someone a mere kid like you can slander.

You just wait! I'll sue you! I'll make you pay!

The spotlight on the stage remained bright, shining directly on Master Jia's face, making his flushed cheeks and distorted expression appear even more disheveled.

The staff around him were so frightened by the sudden turn of events that they fell silent, heads bowed, not daring to breathe, and no one dared to step forward to speak up for him.

The once bustling live broadcast scene was now reduced to only Master Jia's heavy breathing and the chatter of the crowd, creating an extremely awkward atmosphere.