Rebirth: You Save Me with Your Deep Love

Old Master Yan suppressed the anger in his heart, and his eyes, like cold blades, swept over everyone present one by one, and said in a cold voice: "So, you are here today to ask me to give up my seat, right?"

As the old man spoke, his eyes fell on the middle-aged man next to Yan Qirui, and he sneered, "I don't know since when, the inheritance of Yushan Sect has to rely on an irrelevant outsider to make the decision."

Seeing that his father was targeting Minister Qiu, Yan Qirui immediately stood up and smiled at him apologetically. Then he explained to Old Man Yan anxiously, "Dad, Minister Qiu just wants our Yushan Sect to develop better. He has good intentions."

My dear father, the next project is under the supervision of Minister Qiu, please don’t offend this important person, okay?

Seeing that Yan Qirui had already proposed the main theme of today's banquet, everyone stopped pretending.

The head of the painting school spoke up at the right time, "Yes, Master Yan, the Chinese style is flourishing now, and our Yushan School is based on the classical culture of China. This is a natural advantage. As long as we go out, there will be unlimited possibilities in the future."

The people below were also whispering to each other and discussing in low voices.

"That seems to be the case..."

"That's right. Have you watched the Chinese painting anchor who became popular a while ago? My three-year-old son can draw better than him, but he made more than 30 million yuan by live-streaming his painting in just two months."

"Oh, that's a sum we can't earn in three or four years!"

"Who says it's not? What a pity... Although our products are all high-end, it's not that the sales volume can't be increased. If you don't have 17 or 18 years of experience, don't even think about making a living."

Of course, there are also opposing voices and opinions mixed in, but they are suppressed by the voices of others.

"That's not the case. Our Yushan sect has always been on the high end, and we can't just lower our status arbitrarily. And most importantly, once we lower our status, we can never raise it again."

"Yes, things are valuable because they are rare. If anyone can easily get and learn something, can it still be put on the table and still be valued?"

"And what is inheritance? Only the original and authentic ones can be called inheritance. If everyone is like that internet celebrity who can't even dip the pen in the right posture, then that would destroy the inheritance."

"That's right. If this continues, people will think that our Yushan Sect has only a few superficial skills. When that day comes, will our Yushan Sect have a share in the plaques and paintings in the scenic spots?"

Everyone was arguing about this, and finally it was Old Man Yan who spoke up and suppressed the discussions in the room.

After coughing twice and clearing his throat, Mr. Yan's sharp eyes swept over the people with ill intentions one by one, and said slowly: "Everyone, please tell me in detail, how do you want to get out?"

The most difficult question is to ask for details.

Mr. Yan's words completely stumped everyone. They looked at each other, but no one dared to stand up and say anything.

They could talk loudly and chirp quietly when no one was watching, but they didn't dare to jump out and be the first to speak when Mr. Yan really asked them seriously.

Although the Yushan School is an artistic school, there are differences between different schools.

The ancestor of the Yan family was the founder of the Yushan School. The "Sanyan Hall" controlled by the Yan family is the largest economic operation center of the entire Yushan School.

It can be said that whoever controls the operation rights of Sanyantang controls the Yan family and the entire Yushan School.

Now, Mr. Yan is very old, and his original successor, Yan Qizhen and his wife, were both killed in an accident, and his only son, Yan Fengchi, is also missing.

As for the position of successor...even if I can't take the position myself, I have to choose a stupid or dull-witted person so that I can control him in the future.

The second son, Yan Qirui, just meets this requirement.

He is brainless and easily influenced, but most importantly, he is ambitious and has been coveting the position of head of the family for a long time.

Ha... As long as this ambitious but unstrategic idiot is pushed to the position, then the Yushan School and Sanyantang will be controlled by people like them in the future.

Seeing that everyone hung their heads and kept silent, and just winked at him, Yan Qirui felt a little scared, but he still gritted his teeth and explained to Old Man Yan.

"Dad, we just want to expand the popularity of Yushan Sect and enter the live broadcast industry, entertainment industry, etc. With the foundation of our Yushan Sect, we will definitely be able to stand out and attract widespread attention from all parties. Then..."

"Asshole," Old Master Yan angrily threw the blue and white covered bowl in his hand and pointed at Yan Qirui's store with trembling fingers.

"The Yushan School has been passed down for thousands of years and has a profound cultural heritage. How could it have made you so eager for quick success and short-sighted?"

"Live broadcast, entertainment, and then what?" Old Master Yan raised his eyebrows and sneered, "And then ask for tips? How is this different from a prostitute leaning against a balcony to solicit customers?"

Old Master Yan stood up in anger, pointed at the large calligraphy hanging in the main hall, and said in a sonorous and powerful voice: "Everyone, do you remember this sentence? What does it mean to 'burn the midnight oil to continue the day'? What does it mean to 'work hard all year round'? When our ancestors founded the school, they set an iron rule that everyone in our Yushan School must 'take art as their body and literary mind as their bones'." [Note 1]

"You ungrateful and unfaithful son, are you going to tear the reputation of my Yushan Sect into pieces and throw it on the ground?"

On the surface, Mr. Yan's words were a curse on Yan Qirui, but his target was directly directed at those people present who threatened to "go out".

Moreover, the insults were so harsh that some people who were thin-skinned were so angry that their ears were burning.

Minister Qiu, who had been confident and complacent, now had a gloomy face and looked particularly ugly.

He is the newly appointed Minister of Culture of Jincheng. Although he appears to be very impressive on the outside, his colleagues all know that he is just the result of a game between two forces and he is afraid that he will not be able to stay in this position for long.

Originally, he wanted to use the influence of the Yushan School to develop Jincheng's tourism industry, earn some merit, and perhaps keep this position.

But who would have thought that this old man Yan would refuse to cooperate, and now he is slapping himself in the face in public, not taking him seriously at all.

Minister Qiu was certainly unwilling to accept defeat like this, so he secretly winked at a few people, forcing them to put pressure on themselves.

Those who have boarded Minister Qiu's boat are already in a difficult situation. Although they are unsure, they have no choice but to go ahead.

Qi Rui directly took out a large stack of diagnosis reports, looked at his father in the chair with a complicated expression, and then said firmly: "Father, you are in poor health. I don't want you to continue to work hard. I want to share your worries. Please let me take care of Sanyantang."

Seeing Yan Qirui speak, the man with elegant clothes and endless calculations in his eyes said, "Yes, Mr. Yan, last month, the set of brushes, inkstones and washbasins that our Tieqin Tongjian Building sold made three times the price. Is this... a mistake in your decision?"

"And our school of painting..."

With Yan Qirui taking the lead, those who had long had ulterior motives immediately brought up various things to condemn Mr. Yan's wrong decision-making, in order to prove that he was no longer able to take charge of the Sanyantang.