Chapter 518 - 247: End of the Shareholders’ Meeting and Promotion Campaign (Part 2)

It really doesn’t make sense.

Just a cheap street illustrator, how much artistic cultivation can they have?

No matter how much you say, even if that guy unexpectedly has some real talent.

Now being collectively negated and ridiculed by these artistic giants, it is doomed to become worthless in the minds of major collectors.

Blame yourself for being caught in Lady Yelena’s crossfire.

Destroying this poor Detective Cat was merely incidental when overthrowing the old emblem of the Elena family.

Just like the two-dimensional blade in "Three-Body" that destroyed the Solar System and casually wiped out a grain of cosmic dust in the asteroid belt.

Destroying you, what does it have to do with you?

Being discussed and mocked by so many big names, ordinary two-star, three-star painters don’t even qualify!

Only two or three shareholders did not laugh.

They had seen Detective Cat’s works on YouTube.

Everyone has a scale in their heart.

The screenshots in online videos are far less clear than having the art in hand for appreciation.

But even just seeing a rough idea.

These seasoned art experts all understand the effort needed behind sketches with such meticulous structure and fluid muscle lines.

Anna’s score can only be said to be less smooth, but truly not excessive.

"Having not seen the artwork in person and relying on ingrained prejudice, then indiscriminately commenting on an art piece, belittling a painter’s hard work to worthlessness. This behavior is both arrogant and rude."

At the boardroom table, Anna straightened her back, refusing to back down at all here.

At this shareholders’ meeting, she retorted strongly to the present art seniors for the first time.

"Let the clear minds remain clear. Everyone here is an experienced art critic. Why not bring up images of Lady Detective Cat’s artwork now, appraise them on the spot, and determine whether the two and a half stars rating I gave this lady was biased."

"Lady Yelena, I don’t understand what mindset you hold to argue relentlessly over this— a network illustrator who draws ten dollar illustrations, does their artistic level reach Master Jean Arnou’s level? This question doesn’t even require professional art critics; any sensible ordinary person would know the correct answer."

Sir Brown knocked the table: "Moreover, your rating behavior does not conform to the magazine’s conventions."

"Historically, no mere network illustrator has attained such an honor. The management discovered this during routine review. Therefore, revoking Detective Cat’s recommendation webpage naturally followed."

"Out of respect for your aunt, I originally intended to save you some dignity. Yet, Miss Elina, you insist on bringing your negligent actions to the shareholders’ meeting discussion, leaving me with no choice. Hopefully, you now stop irrationally wasting everyone’s time."

Sir Brown certainly did not wish to drag this issue into the realm of "judging Detective Cat’s artistic level," an area that made him somewhat anxious.

Ten dollars compared to one million US dollars?

What a joke.

Speaking bluntly in private— even if it’s really comparable, you can’t say it in public!

Anyway, among collectors, truly knowledgeable ones are only a minority.

Such outright statements would disturb the whole foundation of the art market’s price gradient, causing collectors to question if expending large amounts on master artworks is truly wise.

"Those older shareholders are already very tired, let’s proceed to voting now, and end this shareholders’ meeting."

Handling Anna and Detective Cat outright due to non-compliance with regulations is the most straightforward and efficient approach.

"We don’t need a hand-raising vote. I happened to obtain a proof copy of Scholastic Publishing Group’s new edition of "The Little Prince" from a friend. The illustrator of this fairy tale is actually the very network artist Detective Cat whom you mock and dismiss."

Anna took out a gift Osborne had mailed her from her handbag.

Pushed it towards the French Academy Member across the table.

"Please look at this illustration, then look me in the eyes and clearly tell me that this excellent artist does not deserve a two and a half star rating. If I’m wrong on this, I won’t bring up related topics ever again."

"Your confidence stems from a fairy tale book’s illustration? It doesn’t even count as a proper artwork!"

The French Academy Member sneered at the corner of their eyes.

He casually accepted the book.

"Alright. I hope this tedious topic can end quickly. If Lady Yelena you truly enjoy the feeling of being rejected face-to-face, I don’t mind fulfilling your wish..."

The academy member’s gaze swept over the fairy tale book cover, and his tone suddenly paused.

This drawing...

He grabbed his beard abruptly, as if hit by a stun spell suddenly unable to breathe, nose twitching.

The French Academy Member’s bizarre behavior lasted only briefly, yet it drew the attention of other shareholders nearby.

Many around turned their heads to see exactly what kind of sacred work the member held.

Then came a string of gasping sounds.

Sir Brown sat a little distance away from the academy member.

The chairman had a baseless sense of unease.

He knew Detective Cat’s sketches were indeed good.

Could she have again produced an outstanding sketch?

Logically speaking,

the type of meticulous anatomical sketches she excels at doesn’t quite suit the taste of a fairy tale book.