His eyes widened like bronze bells, and he mumbled a few words softly under his breath.
Old Wu's worldview was shaken.
He didn't care about the usual rule of not inhaling cigars, viciously took a puff, using the surge of nicotine in his blood to calm his nerves.
"Unbelievable."
After two long plumes of smoke with a plant-burning scent streamed out of his nose, he finally spoke softly and slowly.
"Old Gu, you were right. Why should this painting technique be taught to others..."
Old Wu shrugged, remained silent for a few seconds, then said: "This is the bread and butter that can feed generations. Forget I mentioned the lecture."
"Impressive, Old Gu, truly impressive."
"It's not me who's impressive, it's my grandson who's talented."
"Same thing."
Old Wu shook his head: "If my grandson had Xiaogu's talent, I'd be happier than being impressive myself."
Gu Tongxiang didn't deny it, smiled like Maitreya Buddha with his arms folded: "My friend, now you're convinced."
