Chapter 27 Art Masters

"Don't talk to him. I know something about art. I can just talk to him. Don't say a word. This master hates vulgar people the most."

Ye Xiaoxiao looked at Lin Yuan with disdain. 

'What art did he know? Take a look at the way he dressed.' He wanted to answer but decided not to. 

Lin Yuan almost didn't have a mouthful of blood. Wasn't he contemptuous? Who said that the God of War only knew how to fight and kill? When he changed his name and wandered into foreign art circles, they didn't know how much fame he made. Now the international art circles were still sorry.

Lin Yuan was not only proficient in traditional Chinese culture but also had an understanding of oil painting and Western classical music.

When he changed his name and swayed in the art world before, he didn't know how many fans he attracted. He was called a master when he was young, and this Sawart seemed to be one of them.

Lin Yuan suddenly thought of it. No wonder he was familiar. Didn't he try his best to learn from his teacher? But he didn't even see him after some time.

"I didn't expect to meet such beautiful ladies for the first time when I came to China. It's an honour."

Amazingly, Seward spoke fluent Chinese. Although it's a little bit awkward, it's already very good.

Ye Xiaoxiao nodded with a smile, stretched out her hand and bowed gracefully.

That gesture was the aristocratic etiquette of the French Empire, which was commonly used on important occasions.

Bai Shuang had known about it before, and she was also very skilled. They respected him, otherwise, they could not have prepared so well in advance.

"Hello, Mr. Saward."

Lin Yuan's face wore a faint smile. He reached out his hand and shook Mr. Sawards hands. Shuang's face was shocked. Saward was famous for his eccentric temper. He won't shake hands easily, so they just bent down.

She thought he would turn away and get angry, but the next scene surprised her. This eccentric artist was not angry, but looked at Lin Yuan in surprise and reached out his hand.

"It's shocking why Chinese people know the classical etiquette of our French Empire. This kind of handshake etiquette is rarely known even in our empire. "

"I've been in your country for a while and I know a lot about you."

Lin Yuan chuckled and didn't explain too much. Then he opened the door as a male host and invited Saward in.

"It's a pity that such a beautiful lady had a husband."

When Saward knew about it, he could not help but feel sorry.

If Lin Yuan didn't know that he had such a temper, he would hit people.

Bai Shuang could only hold Lin Yuan's arm at this time. The two were harmonious together. At first glance, they were very compatible.

"Oh, it's really delicious. It's the flavour of the French Empire. Did you prepare a French meal today?"

As soon as he arrived in the room, Lin Yuan smelled a familiar scent and then looked at the table with a high-grade red wine.

"Since you are invited to come here, of course, we should treat you to dinner. We specially invited a chef from the French Empire."

Saward had a smile on his face but suddenly turned his head.

"With all due respect, I already know the purpose of your invitation, but I won't do anything for others. If someone at the dinner table today can satisfy me and be impeccable in etiquette, I will promise to help you. But if not, I will leave directly, and Ye Xiaoxiao promised in advance that I would get a lot of money."

No one thought that Bai Shuang would be caught off guard when he suddenly said something like this. There was a lot of etiquette on the table, especially such a noble art master. Even the nobles of the French Empire couldn't perfect it.

Just like Lin Yuan's active hand, it's just an ordinary handshake, but who would have thought that there was a way in it.

Bai Shuang looked at Xiaoxiao. But she was helpless. Even if she studied abroad, she couldn't perfect it. She was still an amateur in front of such a person.

"You are so amusing. In that case, it's a deal." 

Lin Yuan smiled and took the lead to the table.

The so-called etiquette on the table, even in the French Empire, ordinary people would not pay attention to it. After all, eating was just to fill the stomach. Only the aristocrats who were idle and so-called etiquette families would be so entangled in it.

But Yuan was very aware of the etiquettes. After all, he had a long time dealing with the nobles.

For these people, the order of serving and every action at dinner were regular. If you did something wrong, it would be a ritual mistake.

"Are you sure you can perfect it?"

Suddenly, a glimmer of hope rose in Shuang's heart. Lin Yuan had received aristocrats from the French empire before and had been there for a while. 

"Do you know all of that?" She asked. 

"Dear, you can rest assured that there is no problem. Even the royal nobles of the French Empire can not find any fault here."

The delicious dishes on one table were served together, but Shuang and Xiaoxiao were not able to enjoy the taste, even their movements became stiff. They were afraid to make Saward unhappy. Only Lin Yuan and Saward talked and laughed.

From the world of oil painting to classical music, to the end, even to the French Empire ancient aristocracy of various anecdotes, they talked about it. It can be said that it was all-inclusive, which made Bai Shuang shocked.

Whatever Saward said, Yuan could always take on the topic and could continue to extend a lot. One time, he finally took the initiative to open a topic, making Saward nod repeatedly.

After the meal, Saward looked at Lin Yuan again, and he had changed his eyes.

"My God, it is an honour to see such a knowledgeable person. I thought I was rich enough and knowledgeable like an ocean, but it was not worth mentioning before you. I don't know how you have such profound knowledge when you're so young."

Saward was a genius since he was a kid and even had the ability to remember. So he had an excellent performance in art and other aspects, even half as a scientist. Only a few people around the world could talk to him.

It's because Saward was not only famous, he was eccentric and arrogant.

"I like reading books in my spare time. You are wrong. Mr. Sider's oil painting was never symbolic, but a real realism. Everyone thinks his oil painting is full of romanticism, but if you compare every piece of work with the important events of the French Empire, you will find that fit. Whether it is the smile of Madeley or the last night banquet, it is a metaphor for the decadence of the high-level aristocrats of the French Empire at that time. "

Lin Yuan gently sipped his glass of red wine, and finally slowly opened his last sentence, which also completely broke the defence line in Saward's heart.

At first, he was unwilling to believe it at all, because the oil painting had been settled in history, even in the oil painting field. But it was a matter of making a final decision. He also highly praised it. But after hearing what Yuan said, it overthrew all the previous ones.

He wanted to refute it for the first time, but he suddenly remembered all his oil painting memories. In line with the historical events some years ago, it was surprising that Lin Yuan said it.

For decades, no one in the art world found out the connection. Instead, there was a young man he didn't know at all, but he's a Chinese man who said the same thing.

"My God, are you God's angel?"

Saward was extremely shocked, and Shuang was also stunned at the same time.

"Sister Bai, didn't people say that your husband was trash? How can I look at a man who is more profound than all the gentlemen and artists I've met, and was called trash? "

Ye Xiaoxiao was going to be crazy. How could a person who could make Saward feel inferior be trash? Such an excellent man would make countless noble ladies crazy in the French Empire.

"I don't know!"

Shuang didn't know what to say. She thought Lin Yuan had been in the French Empire, but who knew where his understanding came from. He knew it like the palm of his hand, not to mention the many things they had just talked about. There were many things that he said that she couldn't understand at all.

During the conversation between the two, they used a total of eight languages to communicate. In addition, they communicated about astronomy, oil painting, classical music, even mathematics and physics, and involved a lot of professional knowledge. It's safe to say that more than 95% of the topic made her feel dizzy.

"Finally, let me venture to ask another question. Since Ms. Bai has a husband like you, why do you want me to persuade the chairman of Zhao group instead of you, doing it yourself? You are more accomplished in art than me."

Saward was convinced in the end.

At this time, the people nearby no longer spoke, because they were shocked, and they have been used to it for a long time.

"Because the son of the chairman of Zhao group always had a thing for my wife, I'm afraid I'll hit people immediately, so you should do it."

Saward laughed and gave a thumbs up.

"You are different."

Having enough to eat and drink, Lin Yuan took Saward out of the door. When he was about to leave, he looked around and took out a card from his pocket.

"If you can do this well, I will take you as my disciple later."

At first, Saward was a little humiliated. Even though the young man was erudite and talented, which made him feel inferior, it was too arrogant for him to offer him to be his apprentice.

Until he saw the pattern and name on the business card. He was shocked and could just stare at Lin Yuan in disbelief.

"It's you, Baishan Curie!"

Lin Yuan used to be a Baishan resident in the art circle, but he never appeared in public. Everyone felt that he was an old man, an old man who had learned from ancient times and modern times and integrated Chinese and Western culture.

The logo on the business card couldn't be a fake though, which Saward knew very well.

"I never said I was old."

If he only felt inferior before, now it became fear and heartfelt joy. After all, the Baishan hermit tended to dominate the art circle.

The artists in the French Empire had always been arrogant, and they were not satisfied with each other. Only for this sudden appearance of a name with obvious Chinese style, he had a sincere respect.

Who would have known that the things you're used to could change in such a short span of time?

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