Su Qingyue believes that this is not a simple problem of a calligraphy work. It is a conflict between his and He Jiahua's concepts and future directions. They both want to dominate Yue Dao, and one of them has already launched a challenge.

You can't lose yourself.

Because Yuedao is just a business to He Jiahua, it is his best investment target for so many years, nothing more.

But for Su Qingyue, it was completely different. It was his child, his hard work and ideal, and his life.

He put down his pen and left the desk.

At this time, He Jiahua walked to the desk and admired the calligraphy again. Appreciation showed in his eyes, he clapped again, and said with a smile: "Although Qing Yue is busy, judging from the words, the progress is still much greater than before. If a piece of calligraphy

If the work cannot arouse your feelings, either the work has no depth, or the author himself lacks depth. Qingyue’s recent horizons and experience have improved, and the so-called depth is also reflected in the words..."

He said yes three times in a row.

Even Qiu Yichun applauded and said: "Qingyue is not only talented, but also very chic. This handwriting makes me want to keep it and put it in the study." She said, walking up.

Appreciate it again before: "The freedom and ease of young people are really beyond the comparison of us old guys."

"Yes, Mr. Su is really young and promising." The others sighed.

At this time, He Jiahua turned back to Zhang Yichun and smiled and said: "Yichun, take away Mr. Su's calligraphy and frame it. This calligraphy is very commemorative and I must keep it." He said, and Zhang Yichun quickly walked over.

But the more Su Qing listened, he said: "Mr. He, you should wait until I take this painting back."

"What?" Zhang Yichun frowned.

Su Qingyue didn't even look at him, and explained to He Jiahua: "I didn't bring a seal with me this time. It's really rude to give it to you like this." He said, and added: "It's also too ungrateful."

He said that actually he didn't really want to give it to He Jiahua.

However, He Jiahua laughed at this time and said: "No, Qingyue, that's good."

"No." Su Qingyue emphasized: "I wrote this casually while drunk. It's too rude to give it to you like this."

"Talking the truth after drinking, some calligraphy has to be written while drinking." He Jiahua laughed and said: "Look at the preface to the Lanting Collection, it was also written after drinking. That kind of natural state has created a generation of legends. From this perspective,

I think this calligraphy is the best.”

Qiu Yichun also said: "Yes, a little drunkenness is often the best state for people."

Hearing what they said, Su Qingyue didn't show anything on his face. He still smiled and insisted on himself.

Finally, He Jiahua said: "How about this, Qing Yue, can you use my seal?" He said, pointing to the bookcase, and said: "I have a lot of leading seals, side seals, corner seals and waist seals here.

There are appreciation stamps, you choose one to use. If you are a member of your family, you don’t need to be so formal..."

"Isn't this bad?" At this time Dongfang Jun spoke, everyone turned their attention to him, he laughed, with a bit of mockery, and said: "How can one's own calligraphy be stamped by someone else's? Mr. He, his own

Children, you must dress up before bringing them out, haha."

When he said this, Su Qingyue also laughed.

His statement is indeed very important. Take the introduction chapter as an example. Although the calligrapher's name will not be used, it will still have some marks of the calligrapher himself, such as Zhaihao, Yaqu or the year and month. A normal

It is impossible for the person who writes to use someone else's seal.

Thinking of this, Su Qingyue was about to refuse, but at this time He Jiahua said: "We are all one family, not ours or outsiders'."

"Mr. He, let's forget it. When I get back, I'll cover it and frame it, and I'll deliver it to you," Su Qingyue said.

When he said this, He Jiahua's face suddenly stiffened.

Zhang Yichun's face clearly showed displeasure, and he almost said angrily through his nose: "Mr. Su, isn't it just a picture of words? What's more? You're so particular!"

"What do you know?" He Jiahua suddenly turned around, glanced at him and said: "Qingyue, this is not a calligraphy, this is a work." He said, pointed at Zhang Yichun, and said: "There is no difference between calligraphy and calligraphy works.

Same thing, remember in the future, don’t talk nonsense.”

After saying this, Zhang Yichun fell silent and scratched his head.

Immediately afterwards, Qiu Yichun interrupted and said: "Qingyue, when you return to Pingjing, I will send it to you, Mr. He." She said with a smile, then looked at the words and said: "You don't know, you guys

Mr. He really likes your writing. Didn't I tell you that he has wanted it for a long time."

"Okay, that's no problem." Su Qingyue said.

He Jiahua returned to normal at this moment, smiled and said: "You can take off my old man's young maniac."

At this time, the topic finally ceased to be whether the calligraphy should be kept or not, and everyone started discussing the value of the calligraphy.

He Jiahua smiled and kept praising, and Su Qing understood more and more that everyone was just being polite.

Some things not only never change, but also become bigger and bigger as time goes by. He now begins to understand that He Jiahua's seizure of control was not at all due to Zhang Yichun.

The true will of Jia Chun Qiu is family.

With or without Zhang Yichun, Ho Jiahua would have fought for control.

As he thought about it, everyone went to drink tea again and stayed at He Jiahua's house until quite late before going out.

He Jiahua and Qiu Yichun personally escorted them to the car. Before leaving, Qiu Yichun said to Su Qingyue: "Qingyue, come and play if you have nothing to do." Then he took Du Nanxiang's hand and said: "Nanxiang, go back and help He Sheng.

Are there any good secretaries? Since you left, I haven’t met a suitable one.”

When she spoke like this, it sounded a little disgusting.

Su Qingyue was secretly disgusted with this woman.

However, Du Nanxiang didn't say anything, she acted very indifferent.

I got in the car and walked back, staring at the scenery outside the window. On one side of the road down the mountain was the brightly lit city.

Su Qingyue had calmed down at this time and no longer felt like he did when he first learned about the right to vote. After all, he was no longer the reckless young man. After going through ups and downs and business wars, he had become "invulnerable to all poisons."

Behind his unflappable expression, there is also the willpower to resist violence that can capture the commander-in-chief of the armed forces and the will of an ordinary man. What’s more, business war is not a house game. It is better to do things absolutely than to say absolutely, and it is even more childish to hurt others with your mouth.

Behavior.

As the saying goes, everything must be considered in the long run.

Thinking of this, the car continued to drive forward and soon arrived at the hotel.

He got out of the car and left Zhang Yichun's sight.

Dongfang Jun complained angrily: "What does he mean?"

"Yes, it's too sudden. What happened to Mr. Yue?" Tanaka cursed a few times angrily.

Get on the elevator and the others go back to the house first.

Du Nanxiang suddenly asked: "Mr. Su, do you have time?"

"What's wrong?"

"I want to chat with you." Du Nanxiang said: "This place is very close to the Avenue of Stars. Let's go for a walk?"

"Okay." Su Qingyue replied immediately.

Understand that she definitely has something she wants to talk to you about, and you need to know more about it.
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