"Get him off the stage!" Li Haonan snorted coldly.
"Right, get him off!" Some people nodded in agreement.
"No!" Director Zhao shook his head. He understood Xiao Han and also appreciated Chen Aiguo's ability to judge people. He was well aware of Xiao Han's artistic capabilities. So Director Zhao was more composed and said, "Give him ink and a brush!"
"Yes!" The assistant nodded hurriedly.
It wasn't long before the ink and brush were ready.
Unexpectedly, Xiao Han shook his head and said, "I want the biggest brush and a big bucket of ink!"
The crowd gasped again. What did the biggest brush look like? And why did he need a whole bucket of ink?
The assistant was in a dilemma. He stood to one side and whispered, "Mr. Xiao, our biggest brush is only the size of a fist. You see... "
"Go, bring that mop over here!" Xiao Han pointed at a mop not far away.
