Supremely Talented Tyrant

"All right, let's take a look at those ceramics."

Abel White quickly agreed and prepared to appraise the ceramics for Situ Junyan.

And Situ Junyan turned the video towards Hao Jian, but when Abel White saw Hao Jian, he suddenly exclaimed:

"Damn it, scumbag, why are you there too?"

"The person sparring with your apprentice is me. Why do you think I'm here?" Hao Jian laughed.

Situ Junyan had an expressionless look, unable to believe Hao Jian knew his master. How was that possible? Could he really be the so-called master?

"Sparring?" Abel White furrowed his brows, then looked at Situ Junyan, "Is it true?"

"It's true." Situ Junyan nodded stiffly, not daring to deny it at this point.

"No need to look anymore, you lost. You can't possibly be his match." Abel White said coldly, not even in the mood to glance at their work, because he knew without a doubt that if Situ Junyan faced Hao Jian, he was bound to lose.

"This is impossible!" Situ Junyan exclaimed in shock, unable to accept such a peremptory statement from Abel White who hadn't even looked at their work.

"Why would you say that, Master?" Situ Junyan asked, unable to fathom why not only Sun Hong but even Abel White would say such a thing.

"Because he's on the same level as me. Do you think you have the confidence to beat me?" Abel White said coldly.

Then Situ Junyan fell silent. Beat Abel White? Where would he get that confidence from?

Was Hao Jian really on the same level as Abel White? Was it true or false? Why had he never heard of him?

Down below, Zhang Deqi and others were completely dumbfounded.

Although they knew Hao Jian was formidable, they had not expected him to be formidable enough to be mentioned in the same breath as Abel White, a ceramic artist who ranked in the world's top ten. If even Abel White said that Hao Jian was on his level, didn't it mean Hao Jian could also rank in the world's top ten?

What the hell.

Shu Ya felt uneasy again. How could that bastard Hao Jian be so formidable? How much more was he hiding from her?

Meanwhile, Zhao Yating's eyes were shining with an emerald glow as she gazed intently at Hao Jian, her obsession reaching the point of madness.

At that moment, the guests were also eagerly watching Hao Jian on stage, anticipating his work, knowing he could be compared with the world-class ceramic artist Abel White.

These buyers were not short of money; as long as the ceramic piece was from the hands of a master, they were willing to pay any price.

Situ Junyan wore an extremely awkward expression. He didn't know what to say at this point; he couldn't outcompete Hao Jian and now even his own master Abel White was on Hao Jian's side. He truly felt utterly defeated.

Hao Jian looked at Abel White and smiled, "Abel White, long time no see."

Abel White snorted coldly, his curled mustache quivering, "I don't want to see you."

Hao Jian laughed heartily, knowing the man still held a grudge against him, "I have an unpleasant request."

"Speak!" Abel White retorted impatiently.

"Get rid of this disciple of yours. This Situ Junyan lacks moral character and keeps using your name to swindle and bluff. It's lucky he ran into me today so I could put a stop to it in time. Otherwise, your reputation would have been ruined by him," Hao Jian said with an air of self-righteousness.

"What do you mean 'lacks moral character'?" Abel White asked, puzzled, his command of Chinese not being very good, only understanding simple phrases.

"It means he's trash, scum, a lowlife, a son of a bitch!" Hao Jian explained.

With every word Hao Jian spoke, the corner of Situ Junyan's mouth twitched.

"Lowlife? Isn't that just like you?" Abel White said, surprised.

Hao Jian's face darkened, "Say what should be said, if it shouldn't be said, then don't!"

This damn foreign devil!

Abel White laughed heartily, his laughter sounding like a duck.

"I promise you, but you also have to promise me one condition," Abel White suddenly said with a serious face.
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Situ Junyan was dumbfounded. Abel White actually agreed to Hao Jian's request? But I'm your disciple!

"Let's hear it," Hao Jian said, curious about what kind of condition Abel White would propose.

"That is to stay away from my daughter, Masha Liya!" Abel White roared.

Upon hearing Abel White's words, both Shu Ya and Qin Bing were visibly shocked.

Shu Ya thought, This jerk is flirting around again?

And Qin Bing thought, Isn't this guy gay?

"My relationship with your daughter is innocent."

Hao Jian couldn't help but feel amused. He had always maintained a friendship with Abel White and was just a normal friend to Abel White's daughter too.

"Just stay away from her, that's all!" Abel White insisted.

At that moment, a delicate and beautiful girl with a tall figure appeared on the video screen. She had gorgeous peach-red hair, wore a floral skirt, and looked about eighteen or nineteen, like a princess.

Her entrance dazzled everyone present. This kind of typical Western beauty was a rare sight in Huaxia.

Her eyes smiled like crescent moons as she greeted Hao Jian, "Hi, Jian, long time no see, I've missed you. Ever since Dad lost to you last time, he's been brooding and has been trying to keep us from seeing each other, but I won't listen to him. I'm coming to Huaxia to find you after a while."

"Dammit, who said I lost to him! It was a draw! A draw, do you understand?" Abel White's roar came from behind her.

But Masha Liya gave him an elegant turn and walked away.

As she walked away, she coldly dropped a line, "Aunt Sistaya said you lost."

"Sistaya? The Louvre's director?" someone exclaimed at that moment.

"Damn it!" Abel White swore, glaring at Hao Jian, "Stay away from her!"

"Alright, alright," Hao Jian replied, left speechless and just kept nodding.

Only then did Abel White seem satisfied and turned to Situ Junyan, "Situ Junyan, you are no longer my disciple from now on, and I will have no further association with you."

"Master, I'm your disciple, how can you disown me just because of a stranger's words?"

Situ Junyan felt wronged. It was through his status as Abel White's disciple that he could throw his weight around. Without that identity, he would be nothing.

The reason these people had come to attend his art exhibition was also that he was Abel White's disciple. If not for Abel White, he wouldn't be able to sell a single piece!

Situ Junyan was unwilling to let go so easily, as Abel White was his tool for making big money!

"You may be my disciple, but he is my friend. Sorry, I can't choose you."

Abel White spoke bluntly, as foreigners tend to be straightforward.

He hadn't liked Situ Junyan much to begin with, and now that he had heard Hao Jian suggesting Situ Junyan's character was questionable, his good impression had completely faded.