When the people around him heard this, they all laughed kindly.
Qiao Zhengchu also smiled slightly, but his heart began to get excited. It was finally his turn!
Qiao Zhengchu glanced at Fang Lin and said with a tone of asking for permission: "President Fang, then I will show my shame and write a word?"
Fang Lin smiled faintly and asked: "You just talked so much about Xingkai, but I wonder what words you are good at?"
Qiao Zhengchu thought quickly in his mind, and then said: "To be honest, what I am best at is Zhang Cao."
Fang Lin nodded slightly and said, "Then just write a chapter and let me see it."
When Gu Hansheng heard that Qiao Zhengchu planned to write a chapter, he was also very interested.
After the staff put away Ge Dachun's calligraphy, Qiao Zhengchu respectfully took over Ge Dachun's place, picked up the brush, pondered for a moment, and started writing.
Zhangcao is a type of cursive script. Compared with the cursive script that everyone often hears, it is a bit more subtle, but it also has a wanton meaning.
Qiao Zhengchu was worthy of being Ge Dachun's proud disciple, and he had learned the true story. Writing it down in his handwriting attracted a burst of applause from the people around him.
Especially Gu Hansheng, his eyes lit up when he saw it, and he loved this word very much in his heart, and he was already determined to win.
Fang Lin watched coldly from the side, and at the same time listened to the narration of the female ghost Jin Muhui in the pen.
"Qiao Zhengchu relied on his literary talents and his handwriting was enough to be fake. Over the years, he copied many famous copybooks in private.
He copied the fakes with his own hands, and then conspired with others to sell the fakes as genuine and profit from them.
Privately, he has a nickname called "painter".
When I was alive, I caught him having a secret conversation with others. He smiled proudly and said to his partners that calligraphy, in his opinion, was more like painting. He could copy any work stroke by stroke, accurately and accurately.'
The partner saw that his copying skills were indeed extremely refined, so he proposed to let him cooperate in drawing counterfeit banknotes.
Now on the market, there are hundreds of millions of counterfeit banknotes produced mainly by him.
This is also the reason why he killed me at all costs after he found out that I had broken his secret."
Counterfeiting is a very serious crime.
Hundreds of millions of counterfeit banknotes are circulating in the market, harming many people and families.
Think about it, a small restaurant owner gets up early to buy ingredients, cooks the food step by step, works hard all day, sells five or six hundred yuan, and earns two to three hundred yuan.
After a hard day's work, I suddenly found out that I had received a piece of fake money that could be mistaken for the real thing. How sad and regretful it must be.
When I took the counterfeit money to the bank, the person at the bank immediately stamped it with a counterfeit stamp and confiscated it. That day's hard work was in vain.
Qiao Zhengchu had done all kinds of evil things, including counterfeiting banknotes and killing people, but at this moment, he was standing in front of celebrities in Handong Province in a polite manner, swiping his brush and attracting much attention.
After outlining the last stroke, Qiao Zhengchu breathed out slightly and slowly placed the brush on the pen holder aside.
A poem that is also a famous ancient poem jumped out on the page. Compared with the regular script written by his teacher Ge Dachun, this chapter is even more wanton and arrogant.
Just like Qiao Zhengchu, he is modest on the outside but arrogant on the inside. In his opinion, for a 'painter' like him, there are no words or paintings that cannot be written!
Give him a pen and he can write text that is exactly the same as what the computer prints!
"Okay! Great! I really like this wording!" Gu Hansheng clapped his hands and praised, feeling that the trip was well worth it.
For him, encountering a calligraphy work he likes is happier than seeing the establishment of the Business Alliance.
Others also praised him one after another. Ge Dachun shook his head, quite proud of his disciple.
Qiao Zhengchu, however, wanted to be praised by Fang Lin the most. He asked Fang Lin with a smile: "What do you think, President Fang, of this word?"
After the words came out of his mouth, Qiao Zhengchu's heart skipped a beat and his brows were slightly startled.
Because, he didn't see any look of admiration or liking on Fang Lin's face, instead, it was filled with cold disgust.
Fang Lin raised the corner of his mouth, with a hint of sarcasm, and sneered: "I see, your calligraphy lacks aura, but is full of craftsmanship."
It’s full of craftsmanship, and this comment is really heartbreaking.
For those who engage in literature and art, if they comment on others' craftsmanship, they are saying that they are still at the stage of learning and have no innovation or spirituality at all.
Nothing has its appearance but no spirit.
Hearing what Fang Lin said, Qiao Zhengchu's face suddenly became a little ugly.
Many years ago, when he discovered that he could copy other people's copybooks to the point where they were fake, he was once arrogant and complacent. At that time, he met a person who gave him a comment about his craftsmanship.
That comment once made him angry, but gradually, he also figured out, what's wrong with copying?
He is now copying the copybooks of the cost, which has earned him tens of millions of assets.
And the counterfeit banknotes he participated in created brought him tens of millions in profits.
This is a unique craft!
However, because of the conflict in his heart, the word "craftsmanship" became the last thing he wanted to hear.
Hearing Fang Lin commenting on himself like this at this time, even though Fang Lin was the president of the Merchant Alliance and the person he planned to curry favor with, it still made him feel angry.
With a much deeper voice, Qiao Zhengchu asked: "President Fang, how did you see that I am so skilled in calligraphy?"
Fang Lin obviously doesn't understand calligraphy. He was the one who explained the calligraphy structure of Xingkai to Fang Lin just now, but now Fang Lin is doing it with such craftsmanship that it's almost a bit bullying.
Gu Hansheng also said with a hint of worry: "Yes, Fang Lin, your evaluation is a bit too much. You don't even understand calligraphy, so you just say that Qiao Zhengchu's calligraphy is very skilled.
Not only did you slap Qiao Zhengchu in the face, you also indirectly killed Mr. Ge." xdw8
Ge Dachun stroked his beard and sneered, waving his hands and saying: "It doesn't matter, President Fang has a high position and is now the number one person in the business community in Handong Province.
Don't just say that he is full of craftsmanship, he just said that the things written by my incompetent disciple are not as good as shit, and we, master and disciple, have to suffer what we deserve."
Fang Lin snorted lightly and said, "Since Mr. Ge said so, I won't be merciful.
In fact, in my opinion, this wording is really worse than shit.
I say that the craftsmanship is very high just to save some face for Qiao Zhengchu and prevent him from being too embarrassed.
In my opinion, it’s better to burn this inscription instead of auctioning it and donating it to charity.
Charitable organizations also want to save face. After all, it would be a bit embarrassing to use money from auctions to do charity work."
Everyone secretly smacked their tongues, wondering why Fang Lin was so targeted suddenly, and what he said was really merciless.
This chapter has been completed!