Chapter 417

Almost everyone felt the true artistic conception from this painting.

Most astonishingly, everyone felt something different!

This is just too incredible!

……

"Teacher Su, what's the name of this painting?"

Bai Xiao Ling looked at Su Meng with eyes full of admiration.

Su Meng smiled faintly and spoke calmly.

"Spring Trees, Autumn Frost!"

"Spring Trees, Autumn Frost?" Everyone savored the name and nodded silently.

Spring trees and autumn frost were originally two unrelated nouns.

But in this painting, they were perfectly harmonious and apt.

Bai Xiao Ling wore an expression of awe.

"Teacher Su used only the most ordinary brush, the most ordinary inkstone, and the most ordinary paper, yet created such a divine masterpiece."

"This clearly shows Teacher Su's mastery of traditional Chinese painting—it's truly awe-inspiring."

She hesitated, then asked tentatively.

"Teacher Su, is this painting… for sale?"

What? On screens, many people's eyes lit up.

"For sale?" Su Meng chuckled.

"Though my traditional Chinese painting skills are decent, reaching this level isn't easy."

"Today, by sheer chance and sudden inspiration, I completed this painting in one breath—Spring Trees, Autumn Frost."

Everyone, recalling today's events, nodded silently.

It seemed Su Meng had been spurred to paint by those elementary students.

Then he had sat in quiet meditation for a long time, unintentionally entering some profound, mysterious state.

Only then did this masterpiece come into being.

Su Meng sighed and spoke softly.

"This painting was born from a stroke of chance."

"Whether I can ever enter such a state again, or paint something like this again—I can't even guarantee it myself."

This statement was actually insincere.

After all, his traditional Chinese painting skill was a divine-level skill granted by the system!

Reaching such a standard was truly effortless.

But then again… rarity increases value; too many such works might not be a good thing.

Even his earlier quiet meditation had been an act.

How else could he make this painting seem precious?

"So…" Su Meng smiled meaningfully and fell silent.

"So…" Boss Yang paused, then instinctively replied.

"More money?"

What? More money?

Everyone was stunned.

So all that long speech was just to ask for more money?

That twist was too sharp—it nearly broke my back!

……

"What are you talking about?!" Su Meng tapped Boss Yang on the head, annoyed.

"I'm not boasting, but this painting's value can't be measured in money at all."

"After I die, this painting will surely become a legendary masterpiece!"

His words were bold, yet no one disputed them.

Su Meng continued.

"This painting… I could let it go."

"But as the saying goes, true understanding is hard to find; I want to entrust this painting to someone who truly gets me."

"So… whoever wants it must offer a price that moves me!"

Before anyone else could speak, he turned and walked back toward the school, leaving behind only one sentence.

"Today at 3 p. m., Spring Trees, Autumn Frost will be publicly auctioned!"

……

In a villa, Xie Lecheng's even breathing became heavy as he paced excitedly around the room.

"Such a painting! A legendary masterpiece! I must buy it—at any cost!"

Fen Tou Wan Zi frowned, lost in thought.

After a moment, she suddenly jumped up, pointing at the screen and shouting.

"I get it!"

"I know what Brother Su wants!"