Chapter 584 - 565: Ruined and Disgraced
Qin Mobai changed into a suit and appeared at the exhibition hall on time.
The exhibition hall, which was empty yesterday, was bustling today. However, only guests with an exclusive gold-edged white invitation issued by the Qin Family were eligible to enter the exhibition hall. On the first day of the exhibition, tickets were not for sale.
Many spectators and scholars who came to see the exhibition were turned away.
Lu Li’s car slowly drove into the exhibition hall, and many uninvited journalists could only take photos of Qin Mobai in the car at the entrance.
It seems, quite a number of people have come.
Dressed in a meticulous suit, Qin Mobai got out of the car and walked into the exhibition hall, which had left him with an unpleasant impression before.
The window that was broken yesterday evening had already been repaired, and all the security was replaced with Qin Mobai’s people.
As if the absurd incident yesterday had never happened.
As Qiao Bi’er’s son and the initiator of this exhibition, Qin Mobai stood at the entrance of the exhibition hall and, together with Qiao Bi’er’s former mentors and several cultural icons, cut the ribbon to celebrate the successful opening of the exhibition.
After the opening ceremony, Qin Mobai walked inside with Qiao Bi’er’s former mentors, talking about things from Qiao Bi’er’s life.
They discussed how talented Qiao Bi’er was, yet how she gave up her dreams for love, to stay home and care for her family, and eventually passed away prematurely.
"These paintings have never been made public before, have they? They look quite unfamiliar," the mentor remarked, full of regret.
"Indeed," Qin Mobai replied, "During those years at home, my mother did not let her skills go to waste and left behind many sketches."
While the two chatted, a journalist from the cultural channel approached for an interview, "Mr. Qin, may I take a photo of you with Mr. Xu?"
"Sure." Qin Mobai did not decline the journalist’s request. It was well known that this man rarely granted interviews, so news about him in television and magazines was scarce.
The journalist was overjoyed and took a photo of Qin Mobai.
"Mr. Qin, if it’s convenient, may I ask you a few questions?" the journalist earnestly requested.
"Go ahead."
The journalist seized the opportunity, knowing it was rare...
"Teacher Qiao valued nurturing new artists during her lifetime. Initially, this was supposed to be a joint exhibition. Is it because ’ZeRu ShiYu’ plagiarized Teacher Qiao’s works that none of ’ZeRu ShiYu’s works appear in this exhibition?"
Plagiarism is one of the most serious issues in the cultural circle, and the esteemed figure beside Qin Mobai had a solemn expression upon hearing these words.
"I also regret that ’ZeRu ShiYu’ would act so irrationally. I hope she can realize her mistake and change," Qin Mobai said with deep regret. "My mother dedicated her life to the arts, and yet after her passing, someone plagiarizes her work. I, in a personal capacity, reserve the right to pursue legal action against her."
Next to him, Mr. Xu nodded in agreement, "If ’ZeRu ShiYu’ plagiarized Bi’er’s works, then her candidacy for the calligraphy association’s secretary must be reconsidered."
After Mr. Xu finished speaking, the corners of Qin Mobai’s mouth slightly lifted. In the future, it would be nearly impossible for Shen Ruozhuo to establish herself in the artistic community.
After speaking, Mr. Xu shook his head and left first.
After Mr. Xu had walked away, Qin Mobai said to the journalist, "I hope you can report this matter ’impartially and fairly.’
Impartial and fair so as to thoroughly ruin Shen Ruozhuo’s reputation.
"Of course!" the journalist nodded knowingly.