Michael's words shocked everyone. The scene fell into a brief silence, and then there was a loud uproar.
"Shut up, kid!"
"Bullsh*t! You are talking nonsense! How dare you say that the Hundred Birds Painting is rubbish? To me, you're the real rubbish."
"Where did this kid come from? Throw him out immediately. Not only is he an amateur, but he also spouts nonsense. I really don't like him. Get out of here!"
"Mr. Jiang, don't be angry. There's no need to lower yourself to this head to the level of this attention seeker!"
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Michael instantly became the person that everyone hated.
Everyone looked at him with deep disgust, as if they were looking at a pile of feces on the road. They only felt that it was stinky and their eyes were stained.
Edmund was overjoyed.
If this boy admitted that he was indeed an amateur, it would not be shameful. After all, there were many rich people present who were not artsy.
However, he acted like he knew it when he actually knew nothing!