Mafia don and his 7 sisters novel pdf novel Chapter 496

Chapter 496 The fake Master of Clouds

In the state of Georgia.

In a certain village in a small southern town.

After the worship, Alice’s eyes were still a little red and swollen.

More than 20 years had passed, and it was not easy to find her hometown.

Fortunately, the old village head of this remote mountain village had a kind heart. He had been helping to clean the ancestral hall all these years, otherwise, this place would have turned into a wasteland long ago.

It was the old village head who helped her set the memorial tablet.

After the worship, Alice went to thank the old village head for a while. Then the two of them set foot on the way back to the State of New York.

When they passed by a small town, they suddenly heard a noise. After asking, they knew that it was Master of Clouds who had appeared in this small town and painted for everyone on the spot.

Master of Clouds was a well-known figure in the painting and calligraphy world.

His appearance naturally caused a commotion.

Alice clenched her fists and snorted, “What a great Master of Clouds. I’d like to see who he is!”

She had just finished worshiping her parents and was extremely depressed. She didn’t expect that she would run into a fake Master of Clouds. She had to catch him to vent her anger.

Alice knew that John was the Master of Clouds, so the so-called Master of Clouds was undoubtedly a fake.

John caught the hot-tempered girl and said with a smile, “Let’s go and have a look first!”

He wore a black peaked cap to cover the shiny bald head, and a pair of sunglasses and mask on his face, which perfectly concealed his identity.

This was a public figure’s trouble.

It would be troublesome if he was recognized as the King of Horizon.

John really missed the days when he swaggered along the busy streets in the past, but no one knew that he was the King of Horizon. He could act like a hoodlum as he wanted.

He couldn’t do it now.

How could a dignified the King of Horizon act like a hooligan?

No way!

The two of them followed the crowd to a painting stall. In the middle of the stall sat a slovenly man.

He was about forty or fifty years old.

His hair was in a mess.

His beard was covered with stubble, and his hair was connected to his temples.

If there was a broken bowl in front of him, it would not be strange to say that he was a beggar on the street

But in front of him was not a broken bowl, but a painting stall.

This was amazing.

His slovenly appearance was not sloppy, it was personality, bohemian, and a proper artistic atmosphere.

On the contrary, it was more convincing that he was the Master of Clouds.

Behind the slovenly man stood a row of men and women respectfully.

One of the men walked out and said, “Everyone, don’t be surprised. Our Master of Clouds has always been so

unique”

He explained the hairstyle of the slovenly man.

The onlookers cheered and praised.

Artists were artists, and their realms were high. They didn’t stick to their appearances for a long time.

They pursued a higher level of thought.

They should be admired!

Hearing the praise of the people around him, the man with short spiky hair showed a satisfied smile and continued, “This time, when our Master of Clouds came to the state of Georgia to pick up the painting, he was suddenly in high spirits and his creation was full of criticism, so he decided to give you a lot of benefits and painted two paintings on the spot.”