Mafia don and his 7 sisters novel pdf novel Chapter 114

Chapter 114 I am Master of Clouds

The two middle–aged men were not convinced by each other. They immediately walked to the study and put out the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, preparing to compete.

But what would they draw?

Mr. Kurds suggested, “I remember that when we first met the senior, we were in the school’s Lotus Pond. Why don’t we draw the lotus? Let’s see who have more imagination.”

Drawing without real objects was not only a test of drawing, but also a test of connection.

Hearing this, Mr. Wood was unhappy and said angrily, “Come on! How dare you mention the senior? I think you are just showing off your wife here today.”

At that time, they chased after the senior together, but Mr. Kurds won, and he fell in love with her. Mr. Wood was so angry that he didn’t talk to Mr. Kurds for several days. At last, he asked Mr. Kurds to treat him a big meal in the canteen of the school to vent his hatred.

The scene was a sweet memory for Mr. Kurds, but for Mr. Wood, it was a rotten youth.

He wouldn’t draw.

Seeing this, Mr. Kurds suddenly patted his thigh and said, “Then draw a bird!”

“A bird?”

Mr. Wood searched his memory and found that the memory of the senior in his mind indeed had nothing to do with birds, so he nodded and said, “Okay, birds then.”

So, they each occupied a table and began to paint.

John felt it interesting, and he stood aside and looked at them without saying anything.

After a while, they finished their paintings one after another and couldn’t wait to ask John to judge

them.

Mr. Wood said, “Mr. Lopez, you just need to tell us who drew well from your first impression.”

He knew that Mr. Lopez was not a professional judge of painting and calligraphy, so he couldn’t make any comments. But he could tell who was good at painting at least.

Mr. Kurds also looked at him expectantly.

John smiled and said, “Since then, I will make my personal comments. If there is anything wrong, please forgive me.”

He took over Mr. Kurds‘ painting, looked at it for a while and said,

“Mr. Kurds‘ painting is very serious, and the brushwork is vigorous and powerful, giving people a

very strong sense of power. The bird in the painting, raising its head, has a long and sharp beak,

looks at the feather on its neck, stands against the wind… Mr. Kurds is ambitious!”

Hearing that, Mr. Kurds and Mr. Wood were both surprised.

But before they could say anything, John immediately picked up Mr. Wood’s painting and

continued,

“As for Mr. Wood’s painting, although its workmanship is not bad, the brush and ink are very

strange. The style of the painting is incompatible, and it is even messier. Mr. Wood, are you absent–minded when you are drawing?”

“Mr. Lopez, you…”

Mr. Wood looked at him in disbelief.

When he started to paint, in fact, he wanted to draw the same style as Mr. Kurds, but when he was