Qin Hao followed Hou Qi's gaze and looked over. There were a few oil paintings hanging on the wall. They were all imitations of famous artists, and in Qin Hao's view, the quality of the imitations was even inferior to that of art college students.
The banquet hall was decorated in an ostentatious and vulgar manner, without any sense of beauty. It didn't belong to any style, just a modern hodgepodge of extremely tacky stuff.
Hou Qi turned his gaze to those oil paintings, then said, "Country bumpkin, do you recognize these oil paintings?"
Qin Hao glanced disdainfully and then said, "Sorry, I don't recognize them. These things that are not worth ten bucks on the street, I really don't recognize them."
Hou Qi's face changed immediately upon hearing this. He sneered coldly and said, "Arrogant! What are you putting on airs here for?"
