Chapter 133 Let me teach you what real calligraphy is!
Not far away, Zhou Cheng's eyes suddenly turned cold when he saw Ding Ran's affectionate behavior towards Fang Yu.
When Fang Yu saw Ding Ran approaching, he frowned and took a step back.
"You can talk here if you have anything, and I may not necessarily help you." Fang Yu said.
Ding Ran glanced at Zhou Cheng behind him and said anxiously: "Fang Yu, I can't say it here... can you just help me? This is really an urgent matter!"
Fang Yu followed Ding Ran's gaze and looked at Zhou Cheng.
Zhou Cheng's eyes were cold.
You can tell with your butt that Ding Ran is causing trouble again.
"If you can't say it, then don't say it." Fang Yu said lightly.
Ding Ran didn't expect Fang Yu to refuse so simply, and he bit his lip anxiously for a moment.
At this moment, a burst of exclamations suddenly sounded from around him.
"Master Cai is out!"
Everyone looked forward, and an old man with gray hair, probably in his sixties, came out supported by a man wearing gold-rimmed glasses.
As soon as he appeared, he became the focus of the exhibition hall.
This is the contemporary calligraphy sage, Cai Gaoyang.
Many people gathered around him and said hello to Cai Gaoyang.
"Master Cai, I am Zhang from Dingsheng Group..."
"Hello, Master Cai, I'm from..."
"Master Cai..."
Everyone rushed to say hello to Cai Gaoyang, hoping to make Cai Gaoyang remember them.
Qin Yimo stood still and didn't move.
"Why don't you go? Don't you like his calligraphy very much?" Fang Yu asked.
"I'll go back later. There are too many people surrounding him now." Qin Yimo was so excited that his face turned red and he stared at Cai Gaoyang.
"Everyone, please be quiet for a moment. My father has been ill recently and is not in good condition. He is afraid of noise." At this time, the man supporting Cai Gaoyang said.
He is Cai Zhengnan, the son of Cai Gaoyang.
The surrounding area immediately became quiet.
Cai Gaoyang coughed dryly and said: "Thank you to everyone who is here today. These works in the exhibition hall are the work of my hard work in the past ten years. Of course, there are many flaws in them. Please forgive me."
"Where are the flaws, there are no flaws at all! Master Cai, you have too high demands on yourself!"
The people around said repeatedly.
Cai Gaoyang laughed, touched his beard, and said, "Please appreciate it."
Taking advantage of the fact that there were not so many people around Cai Gaoyang, Qin Yimo quickly stepped forward.
"Master Cai, hello, I am Qin Yimo." Qin Yimo said respectfully to Cai Gaoyang.
"Qin Yimo? Are you Mr. Qin Wudao's..." Cai Gaoyang's eyes changed slightly and he asked.
"Qin Wudao is my grandfather." Qin Yimo replied.
"Oh, it's true... The last time I had tea with your grandfather was three years ago... Time flies so fast." Cai Gaoyang said with emotion.
While Cai Gaoyang and Qin Yimo were talking, Cai Zhengnan on the side was staring at Qin Yimo's face, looking up and down, and even couldn't help but swallow.
What a beautiful woman.
And judging from her father's tone, this woman's background is quite strong.
It would be great if I could have a more in-depth communication with her.
Cai Zhengnan looked at Qin Yimo with a lot of thoughts in his mind.
"Oh, I forgot to introduce you, this is my son, Cai Zhengnan." After chatting with Qin Yimo for a few words, Cai Gaoyang glanced at Cai Zhengnan and said.
"Hello, Mr. Cai." Qin Yimo nodded to Cai Zhengnan.
Cai Zhengnan looked at Qin Yimo and lost his mind for a moment.
Qin Yimo frowned slightly, she knew that Cai Zhengnan had been staring at her, and she didn't like this kind of gaze, but after all, this man was Master Cai's son, so she didn't show her disgust too obviously.
After briefly greeting Cai Zhengnan, Qin Yimo looked at Cai Gaoyang again and asked respectfully: "Master Cai, I really like your calligraphy and would like to buy one to take home for study and appreciation. I didn't know that you
Can you..."
Cai Gaoyang was stunned and then laughed.
Qin Yimo is the daughter of the Qin family, and being on good terms with her is equivalent to being on good terms with the Qin family. It's just a copybook, it's nothing.
Thinking like this, Cai Gaoyang was about to agree.
But at this time, Cai Zhengnan on the side said: "Miss Qin, my father hasn't sold copybooks for a long time. I'm afraid your request..."
Qin Yimo's eyes flashed with disappointment and he said, "I can understand..."
"But we are willing to make an exception for Miss Qin, but...the copybooks here are not my father's best works. My father's best works are all at home in Huaibei. If Miss Qin really wants to buy one, after today's exhibition,
Come with us back to Huaibei, and then I can show you my father's masterpiece."
"Our family lives in Qingliu Forest, and the scenery there is no worse than here. Miss Qin will definitely like it very much." Cai Zhengnan said with a smile.
Cai Gaoyang on the side was a little confused at first, but he quickly understood Cai Zhengnan's intention.
It seems that his son has taken a liking to Qin Yimo and wants to take the opportunity to get close to her.
Naturally, Cai Gaoyang would not stop such a thing.
If Cai Zhengnan can really succeed, it will only bring benefits and no harm to the Cai family. After all, Qin Yimo is the daughter of the Qin family.
Hearing this, Qin Yimo hesitated.
She understood what Cai Zhengnan meant.
She was very disgusted with this approach.
However, she really wanted to get a painting of Cai Gaoyang's calligraphy.
If you refuse at this time, I'm afraid you won't have the chance to get it.
what to do?
Cai Zhengnan looked at Qin Yimo with a smile.
From Qin Yimo's eyes, he knew that Qin Yimo really wanted to get his father's name.
He was going to take advantage of this, slowly close the distance with Qin Yimo, and finally swallow him up.
Prior to this, Cai Zhengnan had used similar methods to play with many so-called rich people from all over China, and he had tried and failed.
Of course, Qin Yimo's identity is still several levels better than those of the women he had played with before.
It is precisely because of this that he is more motivated.
"Hey, I said I already have several copybooks by Huang Daoran at home, and I can sell you one. Why do you need to buy his copybooks again?" At this time, Fang Yu stepped forward and said to Qin Yimo.
Fang Yu spoke in a low voice. Not only Qin Yimo, but also many people around him heard it.
The expressions of Cai Gaoyang and his son changed.
Does this young man have Huang Daoran's copybook in his hand?
How can this be?
"Boy, do you know who Huang Daoran is? Do you have his copybook in your hand? What are you bragging about? There are only three authentic works of Huang Daoran left in total! How can you have it in your hand?"
"That's right, you're bragging that you don't have a draft! Even if there is one, it's 100% fake and copied by future generations!"
There was a discussion around.
"This guy is just talking nonsense. I had a few chats with him just now and found out that this guy doesn't understand art at all! He has no appreciation ability at all." At this time, the bald man who had talked to Fang Yu before said loudly.
"That's right, the only words used to describe Master Cai are good and very good. It really makes me laugh." Another middle-aged man also said sarcastically.
"Forgive me, I really can't think of any good adjectives. Because his handwriting does look ordinary," Fang Yu said.
As soon as these words came out, everyone was shocked.
Qin Yimo even held his forehead.
Why is Fang Yu talking at this time!
What should we do now? If we say something like this, we will not only offend Cai Gaoyang, but also be ridiculed by so many people present!
Ding Ran, who was not far behind him, also looked at Fang Yu in surprise.
He even said in public that Master Cai Gaoyang's calligraphy was mediocre...
Zhou Cheng walked up to Ding Ran, pointed to his head, and said with a smile: "Xiao Ran, your friend seems to have some problems here, right?"
In the field, Cai Gaoyang narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at Fang Yu, and asked: "Young man, do you think my calligraphy is ordinary?"
"Yeah, I hope you don't mind, I only represent my personal opinion." Fang Yu said.
"Then whose handwriting do you think is better?" Cai Gaoyang asked with a smile instead of anger.
"Huang Daoran, I said I have several paintings of his calligraphy at home..." Fang Yu replied.
"Nonsense! Even my father can't get the authentic work of Huang Shusheng, how can you have it in your hands?" Cai Zhengnan said with a gloomy face.
Today was Cai Gaoyang's personal calligraphy and painting exhibition. He didn't expect that a stupid young man like Fang Yu would appear. How dare he say that Cai Gaoyang's calligraphy was ordinary?
The most ridiculous thing in the world!
Cai Gaoyang is well-known both inside and outside China. How many people want to ask for a calligraphy from him but cannot?
Fang Yu is so young, yet he dares to speak nonsense!
Whose naughty child is this? I really don’t know how high the world is!
People around him pointed at Fang Yu.
"Young man, you have always said that you have the authentic work of Huang Daoran in your hand. Can you show it to everyone? Huang Shusheng has always been the object of my study. I know that there is a gap between me and him. If you have the original work in your hand,
There is really his authentic work in it, and I really beg you to take it out and let me learn from it..." Cai Gaoyang said.
"I didn't bring the copybook with me, how could I take it out for you to appreciate?" Fang Yu asked with a raised brow.
There was a burst of laughter from all around.
This young man is simply inexplicable!
I talked a lot, but in the end, there was nothing practical about it.
Then you are talking nonsense!
"Master Cai, don't waste words with him. This guy is just looking for trouble. Just ask the security guards to expel him." Someone suggested.
Cai Gaoyang looked at Fang Yu, shook his head, and said: "I know that young people today are arrogant and look down on this and that, but the craft of calligraphy is really not something you young people can understand. It is a kind of inheritance.
, is a kind of art that requires a certain amount of precipitation and accumulation before one can appreciate it..."
"You just said you wanted to learn, right? There's no need to bring Huang Daoran out, I can teach you what real calligraphy is." Fang Yu was a little impatient and interrupted Cai Gaoyang's lecture.
