And just like that, the old man happened to be a member of the National Calligraphy and Painting Association.
He was even the chairman.
After snatching the landscape painting from his own grandson and personally mounting it, he hung it up in his study like a treasure, becoming one among the many in his collection.
"Master Bai is right, such a painting cannot be created without a decade or more of experience."
Within the study, several painters and calligraphers who had initially been dissatisfied with the selection of judges now shut their mouths, their attitudes doing a complete one-eighty.
A single painting to decide fate and fortune.
"Indeed, a rare talent. You say this Tang Shu is in the capital?"
Master Bai nodded, "Indeed, in the capital."
The last time the painting was sent, it came via local express delivery, this he remembered clearly.
"But... how come such a figure hasn't joined our Calligraphy and Painting Association?"