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

"To be honest, personally, I don't want to do the kind of thing that involves stepping on others to elevate myself."

If you don't like something, you can simply turn around and walk away; you don't have to look at it or buy it. No one is forcing you to.

But if you insist on coming right up to me looking for a beating, then I have no reason to be polite and won't mind fulfilling your "enthusiasm".

After all, if I'm not mistaken, those people deliberately blocking the road and preventing people from passing are probably shills you hired, right?

Yu Chenzhou glanced coldly at Master Jia, his tone calm yet carrying an undeniable certainty.

"Although there are many people here, as long as there is order and the evacuation is carried out in an orderly manner, it is not difficult to get out."

"It was precisely because you had someone block their escape route that those onlookers, once inside, were trapped and unable to leave even if they lost interest later. They had no choice but to grit their teeth and patiently watch."

These words struck a nerve with Master Jia, his face turning bright red, his chest heaving violently, and he was so enraged that he spoke recklessly.

Yu Chenzhou steadily handed the picture frame to Xiao Yilin, his face expressionless.

He simply shrugged indifferently, then strode off towards the rectangular table that Master Jia used for live-streaming his paintings.

To appear sophisticated, he imitated a certain person with slicked-back hair, walking in a slow-motion manner.

He walked to the table and stood still. Instead of immediately starting to write, he looked up at Master Jia and asked in a calm tone:

"Before I start drawing, I want to ask a crucial question—who will ultimately own the painting I'm about to create?"

After all, all these writing implements on the table belong to you.

If you get to keep the painting after it's finished, then I think it's better to forget it; there's no need to waste my time.

The moment Yu Chenzhou stood in front of the rectangular table, his figure appeared completely on the large LED screen behind him, which was still broadcasting live, clearly presented to every viewer.

His seemingly casual question instantly caused an uproar in the live stream chat.

The dense text almost filled the entire screen.

Some people questioned him, saying he was using the opportunity to create a stir and stage an accident.

Some people blindly praise him, thinking that anyone who dares to challenge Master Jia must have real skills;

Many netizens, eager for a good show, stirred up a frenzy in the comments section, hoping the situation would escalate further.

Logically speaking, when such a chaotic scene of conflict breaks out in the live stream, the moderators should have intervened and managed the situation to quell it long ago.

However, the staff in charge of the live broadcast were pleasantly surprised when they stared at the backend data panel.

The number of viewers in the live stream did not decrease due to the chaos; on the contrary, it unexpectedly surged because of this sudden conflict.

The number of online users has been soaring, and it seems poised to break the million mark.

Seeing this, the staff member not only did not try to stop it, but also quickly grabbed the headset and hurriedly informed Master Jia.

He was repeatedly reminded to seize this opportunity and retain this hard-won traffic.

Upon hearing the staff member's reminder through the headset and learning that his live stream's popularity had not only not declined but had actually increased, Master Jia was stunned for a full two seconds, his eyes filled with surprise.

His mind, which had been clouded by anger, instantly cleared up, and his agitated and irritable emotions calmed down abruptly.

He quickly adjusted his expression, then feigned impatience and urged Yu Chenzhou:

"It's yours! Of course it's yours! I can afford to give you just a few pieces of paper."

No matter what you draw later, even if it's just a doodle, as long as you draw it yourself, the ownership is entirely yours.

Do whatever you want with it, we won't interfere.

Now you can finally put pen to paper with peace of mind, right?

I'm going to see what kind of work of art you, a young man in your early twenties, can actually create.

I'm not the only one who's curious; I'm sure the audience here, as well as all the fellow artists in the live stream, also want to see it for themselves, right?

Do you all agree that this makes sense?

Once he calmed down, Master Jia quickly regained his composure as a "veteran anchor," and the same calm and collected expression returned to his face.

They began to skillfully employ various inflammatory rhetoric, stirring up the emotions of the audience while continuously boosting the popularity of the live stream.

Creating a lively atmosphere is a basic skill for him as a professional streamer. With just a few words, he reignited the atmosphere in the room.

Everyone immediately forgot his earlier flustered and embarrassed appearance, and all eyes were focused on Yu Chenzhou, filled with anticipation and curiosity.

The staff in charge of the live broadcast were very cooperative and immediately adjusted the camera angle, precisely pointing the lens at the clean white paper on the rectangular table to ensure that the audience could clearly see the painting process that followed.

Seeing Master Jia's instant change of expression and the atmosphere that had been easily stirred up, Yu Chenzhou's lips curled into a helpless smile, feeling quite speechless.

As the old saying goes, life is full of pitfalls, and you can't guard against them all!

He never expected that Master Jia, who had just pointed his finger at him and threatened to sue him and wanted nothing more than to kill him, would do such a thing in an instant for the sake of traffic, using him as a tool to increase his popularity.

It can only be said that he seriously underestimated the bottom line of some popular live streamers—in pursuit of popularity and profit, these people are truly capable of abandoning all pretense of decency and have no bottom line whatsoever.

Xiao Yilin, who was standing to the side, saw all of this and naturally noticed the subtle change in the atmosphere.

She didn't step forward to say anything or make any intervention; she just stood quietly in the corner below the stage, her bright eyes full of mockery.

With a hint of sarcasm, as if to say, "Who would have thought that you, Yu Chenzhou, would be used as a pawn?" they watched with interest as Yu Chenzhou was the center of attention.

"Hehe, popularity is indeed a good thing. It can bring traffic and profits, but if you don't have the ability to manage it, it will only backfire and become an irreparable tragedy."

Since you're so eager for attention and traffic, I'll grant your wish.

Yu Chenzhou thought coldly to himself, a chill flashing in his eyes.

"After all, the higher you climb, the harder you fall."

"I'll see soon enough, this hard-earned popularity of yours might just be the last straw that breaks the camel's back."

He would never allow himself to become a tool for Master Jia to boost his traffic. In this duel, he not only had to win, but he had to win in a way that left his opponent speechless.

With these thoughts in mind, Yu Chenzhou ignored the surrounding noise and began to focus on adjusting the ink.

Master Jia usually buys ink with a fixed color code for his paintings.

Those who truly love calligraphy and painting know that in order to paint the ideal colors in their hearts and accurately present the charm of the scenery, they must mix the ink by hand according to their own needs.

The audience gradually quieted down, their eyes fixed on Yu Chenzhou's movements as he methodically adjusted the inkstone with practiced ease and without any awkwardness.

The crowd finally stopped talking, secretly marveling at the situation.

Putting everything else aside, just looking at how this person mixes the ink, he appears far more professional than Master Jia, who seems so perfunctory.

Contrary to the expectations of the audience, Master Jia quietly frowned, a hint of worry in his eyes, and glanced discreetly at a staff member behind the control panel who was operating the computer.

Having been in the industry for many years, he naturally understands the principle of "too much of a good thing." If this charade really goes too far...

If the other party really produces a work that far surpasses his, the backlash will only be more intense, and the public image he has cultivated over the years may very well collapse.

The staff member sitting in front of the computer seemed to notice his gaze, looked up, and gave him an OK sign without making a sound, indicating that he didn't need to worry.

In his view, no matter how skilled Yu Chenzhou was, he was just a young man in his early twenties. Even if he had some skill in calligraphy and painting, it was impossible for him to overturn the "master" persona that his team had cultivated for so many years with just one painting.

A moment later, after the ink color was adjusted, Yu Chenzhou said no more and reached out to pick up a mixed-hair brush from the brush holder.

He lightly gripped the pen with his fingertips, his wrist slightly lowered, the tip of the pen dipped in a little light ink, and then his wrist gently turned.

The pen tip landed on the plain white paper, instantly outlining a winding and lively water line, the line flowing smoothly and naturally without the slightest pause.

His painting style is completely different from that of Master Jia. He did not use the gaudy and glaring oil paint, nor did he use the common, formulaic mountain and peak templates on the market.

He used Gu Kaizhi's unique "silkworm spinning silk" brush technique, so the lines in his brushstrokes are fine, strong, and even, with a soft yet firm quality.

He wielded his brush with incredible speed, first using extremely light ink to lightly outline the hazy contours where the water and sky met in the distance.

Then, the tip of the brush dipped in a suitable amount of ink and gently spread it out. In just a few strokes, a few wisps of light clouds drifted across the sky, as if carrying a faint mist.

In the blink of an eye, graceful yet powerful lines spread out on the rice paper, delicately outlining the shimmering waves on the Huangpu River, perfectly presenting the texture of sunlight shining on the water.

Then, he raised his hand to change his brush, dipped it in thick ink, and with a turn of the brush, delicately outlined several small boats on the river with extremely simple yet precise lines.

The bow is slightly raised, with simple yet elegant lines, reminiscent of a bird gracefully gliding across the water, just like the classic imagery of "painted boats like birds" in ancient poems, inspiring longing at first glance.

Subsequently, when depicting the central scene of the sunset, he did not use heavy colors to deliberately render it, but cleverly used ochre tones and a little gamboge to gently blend it on the horizon, with a natural and soft color transition.

Half of the setting sun slowly sank behind the silhouettes of the rows of buildings in Lujiazui.

The other half is quietly immersed in the emerald green river water.

The river surface was dyed half emerald green and half crimson, which actually had some of the impressionistic and hazy beauty of Bai Juyi's poem "half the river is green and half the river is red", with a profound artistic conception that inspires imagination.

Meanwhile, the pedestrians on the riverbank were lightly painted with ink, their figures small yet each with a different expression, disappearing into the twilight, appearing and disappearing, adding a touch of life.

The birds on the sandbar are the most agile. With a few quick strokes of his side brush, the birds' posture of flapping their wings and about to take flight leaps off the paper. Even the subtle arc of their wings trembling when they cry is depicted vividly, as if they are about to fly off the paper at any moment.

Yu Chenzhou wrote with lightning speed, his brushstrokes—dipping the brush in ink, outlining, and blending—flowing smoothly without the slightest hesitation. He was completely focused and absorbed throughout, as if the surrounding noise had nothing to do with him.

In just over half an hour, a complete "Sunset in Pudong" painting was clearly presented on the paper.

The entire painting has no unnecessary embellishments, nor any overly complex brushstrokes that deliberately show off skills.

Yet the vastness and grandeur of the setting sun, the long and winding river, and the unique tranquility of dusk all flow slowly from the ink and brush.

Its profound artistic conception is so captivating that it draws the viewer in at first glance, leaving them unable to extricate themselves.

As the last stroke was completed, Yu Chenzhou gently retracted his pen.

Almost the instant he put pen to paper, the high-definition camera, already aimed at the Xuan paper, immediately and precisely focused on the painting "Sunset over Pudong".

The image was clearly transmitted to the large LED screen behind him, allowing viewers at a distance and online viewers in the live stream to clearly see every detail of the artwork.

The next second, after a moment of silence, thunderous cheers and applause suddenly erupted, rising and falling and lasting for a long time.

The elderly man who had been quietly observing while stroking his beard clapped his hands excitedly and couldn't help but exclaim in praise:

"Excellent! Fantastic! This is true traditional Chinese painting! What a beautiful depiction of a silkworm spinning silk!"

The artistic conception, the charm—it's absolutely amazing! This is true art!

Master Jia stood frozen in place, his feet feeling as if they were made of lead, unable to move. His eyes were fixed on the "Sunset over Pudong" picture on the big screen, his pupils slightly contracted.

The arrogance on his face vanished instantly, replaced by disbelief and deep panic in his eyes.

He boasted that he had been immersed in the calligraphy and painting industry for decades and had seen countless works by famous artists, but he had never seen anyone use such elegant brushstrokes to paint such a rich and mellow sentiment, so vividly showcasing the charm of the sunset river scene.

At that moment, a strong sense of powerlessness welled up in his heart, and his previous composure and confidence had completely vanished.

Yu Chenzhou looked up at the pale-faced Master Jia, his tone still calm and even, yet carrying immense power, and said with a chilling, insidious edge:

"Brush and ink are merely techniques for painting; the artistic conception is the soul of a painting."

In ink wash painting, the focus is on capturing the spirit and essence of figures; the same applies to landscape painting.

You've only learned the superficial techniques of famous artists, but you've lost the core essence and spirit. The things you paint have form but no soul.

Also, a friendly reminder: high traffic does not equate to artistic value.

True art is never something shouted out, nor is it something created by accumulating online traffic; it is something cultivated through brushstrokes and painstaking effort.

Yu Chenzhou's resounding words were like a bombshell, instantly causing the already lively live stream to explode. The barrage of comments refreshed so fast that the words were almost illegible.

[Holy crap! This is incredible! Truly, great masters live in seclusion! This is true mastery! Compared to this, Master Jia is a joke; the contrast is too stark!]

[My God! I never knew the sunset over the Huangpu River could be painted like this! The artistic conception is amazing! It instantly makes Master Jia's previous gaudy painting look like trash! I must have been blind to think Master Jia's paintings were good before!]

[The "Silkworm Spinning Silk" technique! It's actually the "Silkworm Spinning Silk" technique! This brushwork is absolutely amazing! I've been practicing with my teacher for four years and haven't even scratched the surface, but this guy uses it so skillfully, he's incredible!]

[Where are those trolls who said this guy was trying to scam someone and cause trouble? Come out here and show yourselves! Did you get slapped in the face? This is real talent, not something you can fake!]

It is unclear whether this was intentional on the part of the staff responsible for the live stream or a coincidence during the operation.

Just as the live stream chat was flooded with comments, two paintings were simultaneously projected onto the screen, displayed side by side, creating a striking contrast.

This comparison clearly shows the superiority of the other, and the difference is obvious.

Compared to Yu Chenzhou's "Sunset over the Huangpu River," Master Jia's painting "Sunset over Pudong" appears particularly gaudy and pale, with colors piled up in a chaotic manner and devoid of any artistic conception. It is like a carefully dressed but soulless puppet.

Yu Chenzhou's "Sunset in Pudong" perfectly replicates the magnificent sunset scene he saw at the Pudong Art Museum today. It has a profound artistic conception and is full of charm. Every stroke reveals his profound skill and makes people yearn for it.