All-rounder Artist-Chapter 824 781: Master’s Touch

In the following days,

Lin Yuan had spent countless efforts and finally completed the painting with the artistic conception of Xu Beihong, "Gallop"!

It was now noon.

After having lunch at home, Lin Yuan took the painting and headed for the company.

Not in a hurry to give the painting to the chairman, Lin Yuan spread the painting out by the window of his office for one more admiration, then nodded in satisfaction.

With Lin Yuan's current level, there weren't many paintings that could satisfy him.

Yesterday he was also in a good state.

If Lin Yuan were to paint "Gallop" again today, it probably wouldn't be as stunning as this one.

Even Xu Beihong himself, after so many paintings of horses, could not guarantee that each one would be of the same caliber.

For a moment, Lin Yuan was somewhat reluctant to give this painting away.

While Lin Yuan was narcissistically admiring "Gallop," suddenly there came some noises from the doorway.

"Little Fish..."

It turned out to be Zheng Jing.

Among those Lin Yuan knew, only Zheng Jing would call him "Little Fish."

"Aunt Zheng."

Lin Yuan turned around and greeted her; the two seniors he respected the most in the company were Yang Zhongming and Zheng Jing.

"Black tea."

Zheng Jing said to Gu Dong, who was standing by, then looked towards Lin Yuan:

"I came to tell you something about the twelve consecutive championships."

"Hm."

"This morning, Teacher Yang Zhongming told me that Lu Sheng is releasing a song in November. You should be careful not to let him break your streak."

Zheng Jing's expression was very serious.

Lin Yuan was stunned.

Lu Sheng?

That was one of Blue Star's top-ranking Maestros.

In the eyes of some netizens, Lu Sheng's level was even higher than Yang Zhongming's, though Lin Yuan felt that this statement was a bit unreliable. Lu Sheng was likely still not as good as Yang Zhongming.

He had asked the System about it.

The System had vaguely revealed this idea as well.

However, it was undeniable that Lu Sheng was a very powerful Maestro, and his plan to release a song in November certainly warranted his attention.

"I got it."

Lin Yuan understood the purpose of Zheng Jing's reminder; she wanted him to be mentally prepared:

"Thank you, Aunt Zheng."

"I thought you'd panic, but you seem not to worry at all," Zheng Jing said with a smile as she looked at Lin Yuan.

"It's okay."

Lin Yuan was fully prepared to face all sorts of opponents since he aspired to achieve twelve consecutive championships.

After all, Lu Sheng wouldn't release his song until November.

It's only August now.

He still had two months to prepare.

"The enemy intelligence I've gathered isn't just this. Otherwise, I wouldn't have specifically come over. There's another thing that you should pay attention to. Lu Sheng's new song in November will be a classical-style song, just like 'Dong Feng Po'."

Zheng Jing seemed to be well-informed.

Yet, Lin Yuan felt a slight stir in his heart.

Like "Dong Feng Po"?

Isn't that a Chinese-style song?

"Classical style, 'three old and three new,' that's the unique classical style created by 'Dong Feng Po.' Lu Sheng's work in November must have learned from your song's creative technique, which I don't doubt. That guy has a strong ability to learn; he can even master almost all of Teacher Yang Zhongming's creative techniques..."

Zheng Jing's voice seemed to hold a hint of emotion.

"Teacher Yang Zhongming?"

"You might not know, but before Lu Sheng became famous, he actually studied music with Ol' Yang for a while. He's kind of like Yang's half-apprentice. But this isn't known to the public, and you don't have to spread it around."

Lin Yuan was taken aback for a moment, then nodded.

He hadn't expected Lu Sheng to have such a connection with Yang Zhongming.

Coincidentally, he also considered himself half a disciple of Teacher Yang Zhongming.

He still used Yang Zhongming's character card to learn some musical knowledge to this day.

"You should be aware that the greatest challenge for the twelve consecutive championships is the Battle of the Gods at the end of the year. But if you lose to Lu Sheng in November, winning the Battle of the Gods won't mean anything, because the streak for the championships will have been broken."

Zheng Jing really hoped Lin Yuan would succeed:

"Compared to that, September and October should be easy for you. There probably won't be any strong musicians challenging you these two months. After all, you've already won for eight consecutive months, and there's no great benefit to competing against you anymore. It would only result in a bad reputation. Besides, many people know that Lu Sheng will make his move in November."

Lin Yuan understood.

This was rather good news.

If there were no significant opponents in September and October, his pressure would be lighter.

Although his repertoire was filled with classics, Lin Yuan couldn't guarantee a win every time.

Now it seemed, his focus should be on November and December.

Let's not talk about December's Battle of the Gods.

He must first overcome the challenge posed by Lu Sheng.

If the opponent was composing a Chinese-style song, he should counter with a song of the same genre.

At this moment,

Lin Yuan already had an idea of what song to release in November.

"It seems you already have a rough idea."

Zheng Jing took a sip of the tea prepared by Gu Dong, relaxing her demeanor:

"You shouldn't stress too much, just handle Lu Sheng well in November. December will be the toughest time. The Zhong Continent might take action then, to be precise, someone from the Zhong Continent team will definitely make a move. There are many prodigies over there, some of whom even Ol' Yang would have to face with all his might."

"Hm."

The Battle of the Gods would undoubtedly be hellishly difficult.

But Lin Yuan also had a plan for what to release in December.

If he lost in December, Lin Yuan would accept his defeat. He had already prepared ample ammunition for that month.

"I've delivered the message, so I'll be heading back now,"

Zheng Jing took another sip of tea, then stood up to take her leave.

Lin Yuan nodded his head.

Zheng Jing waved her hand, preparing to turn around and leave, but at the moment she turned, her footsteps suddenly halted.

The next moment, she looked towards the window and let out a surprised shriek of delight!

It was a shriek filled with a girlish tone, a subtle feeling, even with a hint of coquettishness, as if a girl in love had just seen her heartthrob!

Her whole demeanor shone with excitement!

Lin Yuan followed Zheng Jing's gaze only to realize that what made Zheng Jing scream was the painting of "Galloping Horses" he had just spread out by the window.

Zheng Jing's visit was so sudden.

Lin Yuan had forgotten to put the painting away.

Whoosh.

Zheng Jing rushed over and stopped in front of "Galloping Horses", staring fixedly at the painting, her eyes filled with unbounded desire!

"Where did this painting come from?"

Zheng Jing turned her head, and the intensity in her eyes gave Lin Yuan a start.

"I have a friend..."

Lin Yuan coughed, and his tone became smoother, "A friend of mine painted it."

"Was it painted by Shadow!?"

The painting had no signature or date, yet Zheng Jing guessed half the truth.

Lin Yuan felt increasingly nervous,

but upon further thought, it seemed normal.

His only well-known friend with impressive painting skills was Shadow.

"Yes."

With that realization, Lin Yuan admitted it.

Staring at the "Galloping Horses", Zheng Jing was profoundly shocked; she had never expected such a piece to come from the hands of a comic artist.

Indeed.

Because of Xian Yu, Zheng Jing was aware of Shadow, but she didn't know much, only that he was a fairly skilled comic artist. She had never imagined that this comic artist could have such mastery in traditional Chinese painting.

Meanwhile.

Gu Dong leaned in close to Lin Yuan and whispered, "Teacher Zheng Jing is a painting fanatic. Her passion for painting even surpasses her love for music..."

Lin Yuan understood.

Reminded by Gu Dong, he remembered hearing rumors within the company.

It was even said in the industry that Zheng Jing loved painting profoundly.

If it weren't for her limited talent in painting, she might have already been deeply rooted in the art world, working hard, instead of achieving today's success in the music scene.

Even so, Zheng Jing was still madly in love with painting.

She had even held her own personal painting exhibition, but unfortunately, due to her average talent, her artwork hadn't caused much of a stir.

"Little Fish..."

Zheng Jing didn't hear Gu Dong's mutterings; she was completely captivated by the "Galloping Horses"!

After examining the painting closely for quite some time, Zheng Jing was extremely careful, even with her breathing!

Her gaze never shifted, but her voice rose with a touch of longing and nervousness,

"Aunt Zheng wonders if I might ask you for a favor?"

For someone like Zheng Jing to say the word "ask" was truly not easy.

Lin Yuan was no fool.

He had a vague idea of what Zheng Jing was about to say next, "Aunt Zheng likes this painting?"

"Love at first sight!"

Zheng Jing answered without hesitation.

Lin Yuan smiled, "Then it's yours."

Although he had intended to give the painting to the chairman, seeing how much Aunt Zheng loved it, Lin Yuan chose to do a good deed.

After all, this elder had always taken good care of him.

As for the chairman, if he was in good form another day, he could just paint another one for him since Lin Yuan's painting skill was well established.

"For me!?"

Zheng Jing finally moved her gaze away from the painting, a motion that seemed particularly difficult for her, but she turned to Lin Yuan with an earnest expression, "Do you know the value of this painting?"

"Roughly."

"Alright, it's settled then!"

Zheng Jing, as if afraid Lin Yuan might go back on his word, confirmed it immediately, then felt a bit embarrassed.

She seemed to have lost her composure.

"Aunt Zheng won't take advantage of you for nothing, you can name a price."

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"If it's a gift, naturally I can't take money for it."

Lin Yuan liked money, but once he said he would give it away, he wouldn't go back on his word.

"If you put it that way, I would seem mercenary to haggle, Aunt Zheng owes you a favor. If you ever need anything, just ask,"

Zheng Jing took a deep breath,

"Shadow's skill in traditional Chinese painting is truly incredible."

In the midst of speaking, Zheng Jing carefully packed up the painting, treating it like a treasure, as if worrying that any exertion might wrinkle the artwork.

Lin Yuan smiled.

He was pleased to hear others praise his painting.

"Oh, by the way."

Zheng Jing suddenly said, "Would Shadow mind if I took this painting..."

"Since it's a gift to Aunt Zheng, naturally you can do as you wish with it."

"Good boy, this is a big favor Aunt Zheng owes you. Rest assured, I will treasure this painting like a jewel. I won't waste the effort of a master level artist!"

Lin Yuan: "..."

He felt almost bashful from all the compliments.

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ps: Shouting out again for monthly votes; I've hit a bit of a writer's block these past few days with fewer updates, but I'll write more once I'm in a better state.