Earth-shattering!
Just now, when Cao Xuan criticized Gu Weijing, his tone was severe, yet afterward, his evaluation of Gu's work was equally high.
Upon hearing the "young genius" praise, the crowd was filled with admiration, envy, and even more, a sense of awe.
Not for Gu Weijing, but for Elder Cao, for his magnanimity.
Artists are often prideful and stubborn; it's not enough for your work to be good to be recognized. Especially when humbly seeking advice from a kid no older than your own grandchildren.
"Sir, there's no need for that, it's too much."
Assistant Old Yang couldn't help but lean over, whispering in his ear, hinting that Gu Weijing didn't deserve such comments from him.
This isn't a personal grudge.
The painter's position is the assistant's position. If Elder Cao values Gu Weijing so highly, Old Yang must also value him highly.
Old Yang was actually filled with self-reproach at that moment.