Mafia Don And His 7 Sisters by Bryson Salazar

Chapter 501 Eagle Rests on the Tree

John finished drawing.

The smooth lines took shape. Eagles and branches stood vividly revealed on the paper from top to bottom,

from left to right.

All the paintings of Master of Clouds, who was also John, shared a common characteristic, they were painted in a

simple form. It usually only took a few strokes to draw an eagle.

The same went for the lower branches.

With only a few strokes, he outlined the most profound artistic conception.

In the beginning, John thought staying in the mountain boring, so he drew some things as he wanted.

It was like someone would scribble on the draft paper with a pencil when he was irritable while studying. He didn’t

need to think about it at all, so he scribbled very fast.

However, John was on a higher level. He didn’t draw chaotic lines but some shapes.

After some marketing by the old monk, others thought these simple outlines represented an artistic

conception.

John didn’t even know he was so capable.

It didn’t take two minutes at all.

John didn’t pause during his drawing. All the lines were drawn in one go and then assembled into a perfect

painting.

The third version of Eagle Rests on the Tree was finished.

The three versions of Eagle Rests on the Tree were similar in outline but different in details.

John drew them arbitrarily, so it was different every time.

But no matter how the lines changed, a perceptive would know it was Eagle Rests on the Tree and definitely painted

by Master of Clouds.

Everyone around was completely stunned.

Many people didn’t even realize what was going on.

One second, they were contemptuous of John, thinking he was out of his mind. But in the next second, they opened

their mouths wide unconsciously but couldn’t make a sound like they were choking.

There was a dead silence.

The main reason was that they were too shocked to say a word.

Before, everyone thought drawing Eagle Rests on the Tree in ten minutes was just a dream, but John did it.

More than that, it took him less than two minutes to finish it.

Moreover, below John’s painting, on the booth beside the sloppy man, was the Eagle Rests on the Tree painted by

the sloppy man.

By contrast with the third version, the sloppy man’s Eagle Rests on the Tree, in terms of graphic structure, was

more authentic and similar to the second version of Eagle Rests on the Tree, which John showed at the Oriental

auction house to help Alice

After all, the sloppy man spent a lot of time copying it out. He couldn’t make it smooth and flow, so he paid more

attention to the similarity of strokes.

But most importantly, Master of Clouds’s works had never been based on form but on meaning.

When there was no comparison, everyone felt the sloppy man’s drawing was already very artistic. But under the

comparison, they knew the difference.

It was like a good-looking woman walking on the street was definitely eye-catching.

But if any of John’s seven gorgeous sisters suddenly walked by that good-looking woman, undoubtedly. everyone

would look at John’s sister.

When they looked back at that good-looking woman, they would feel she was less attractive.

It was a brutal comparison.

At this time, everyone realized the young man who they had ridiculed for a long time was the Master of

Clouds.

No wonder he dared to stand up and question it. When the real Master of Clouds met a fake one, he must do

something!

And people now knew John used an outfit to cover himself tightly because he wanted to keep a low profile Even

though everyone knew he was the Master of Clouds, they couldn’t see his appearance.

Being mysterious was Master of Clouds’s style.

At this moment, everyone dared to be sure John was the Master of Clouds.

The style was just too obvious.

The sloppy man was shocked when he brushed his messy hair back and stared at the Eagle Rests on the

Tree.

The sloppy man could imitate Eagle Rests on the Tree to such an extent because he had studied the paintings of

Master of Clouds, and he was also a fan of the Master of Clouds.

Seeing the Eagle Rests on the Tree painted by John, he was sure John was 100% Master of Clouds.

Unexpectedly, Master of Clouds was so young!

Moreover, he didn’t expect that he would meet his idol when he was bluffing and deceiving!

The sloppy man suddenly felt infinite guilt.

He was just a wandering painter. He admired Master of Clouds the most and often imitated his painting

style.

It was extremely challenging for ordinary people to imitate Master of Clouds’s style. Even those masters of

calligraphy and painting couldn’t do it because they had no such experience.

On the contrary, this sloppy man, with a high talent for painting and calligraphy and years of wandering, had

developed a lazy and unruly personality, which fitted so well with Master of Clouds’s freewheeling style.

So he imitated a hint of artistic conception..

It was a surprise.

Once, when the sloppy man was painting on the street, a gang suddenly came and praised his style close to Master

of Clouds’s.

The sloppy man was naturally very proud to be praised that he had a style close to his idol’s. So he quickly lowered

his vigilance against them.

For several days after that, that gang would come to him and praise him.

The sloppy man thought that those people were also calligraphy and painting lovers and fans of Master of

Clouds.

One day, the gang leader, the man with a crew cut, asked him if he wanted to live in a luxury house, drive a luxury

car, and sleep with beautiful women.

Yeah!

Everyone wanted it!

But it was an unattainable dream.