Everyone in the living room looked at Fang Tianfeng with different eyes.
Most people in the literary and art collecting community smiled politely. They didn't know Master Fang's name at all, but because everyone else was standing up, they stood up to give him face.
In fact, there was doubt in the eyes of these people. Although there are many masters in the literary and art collecting world, they must not be called random. Fang Tianfeng is only thirty years old, but he is called a master. This makes some people feel...
unbalanced.
Different from the arrogance of people in the literary and art collecting circles, some of those businessmen and officials are from other places. Even if they have never heard of Master Fang’s name, they don’t have the slightest doubt. Both their smiles and their attitudes are very sincere, making it impossible to fault them.
Problem.
People in the left and right wing rooms also heard what was said in the living room and became quiet. Many people looked over and someone whispered: "Master Fang is here? Is it true or not? One of my brothers' father is also a bureau chief, but he said
Even his dad can’t get enough of him, saying that Master Fang is so awesome, why is such a big shot here?”
Fang Tianfeng looked in, and saw that the six people sitting at the Eight Immortals table at the end of the living room had the highest status, and they all stood up politely.
There were two old men with white beards and hair. They were very talented and had puzzled eyes. They seemed to not understand why "Master Fang" was called the master.
Fang Tianfeng felt helpless when he saw the expressions of the two people. His nickname was really not suitable for such an occasion.
The two officials in their 40s and 50s were different. The polite official wearing glasses was smiling and just watching quietly, as if he would always look like this no matter who came.
Another very strong official came up to him with a look of surprise.
The two businessmen were similar to the two officials. One stood still and was very curious. The other followed the official and came to greet them with a smile on his face.
Afterwards, people who knew Fang Tianfeng and a few people left the table one after another to greet him, but they did not speak again and followed the official.
The official walked up to Fang Tianfeng and stretched out his hands.
There were gasps of air all around. This is the mayor of Nanshan City. Although he is slightly worse than the mayor of Yunhai City, Nanshan is a major coal-producing province, and its economic strength has never fallen out of the top five in Dongjiang. This kind of city has
Long power is extraordinary.
Among the people present, Mayor Zheng has the highest actual status. Although Director Yan of the Ministry of Culture is at the same level as Mayor Zheng and is in the capital, his actual power is still slightly insufficient. The parent official of a city is obviously more important.
No one expected that the mayor actually made a low profile, which meant that the person named Master Fang had a greater background than imagined.
When Mayor Zheng walked over, Fang Tianfeng used the qi-gazing technique to check his luck. Seeing that the other party was giving face to him, he put down the vitality water in his hand. He handed the "Safety Note" to Yin Yanbin, then stretched out his two hands and told Zheng Shi
Look at each other.
"Hello, Master Fang. My name is Zheng Mingchao. I work in the Nanshan Municipal Government. I have heard of your name for a long time, but I didn't expect to see you here." Zheng Mingchao's hands were very strong.
"Mayor Zheng, you're welcome. My friend is doing business in Nanshan City and has always said that you are a good mayor." Fang Tianfeng returned the favor.
"Have you seen me?" Zheng Yingchao asked.
"No, it's our first time meeting." Fang Tianfeng said.
Zheng Yingchao suddenly understood and said: "I am really happy and confused. Even if you don't see me, you will know my identity. Please come in."
Fang Tianfeng smiled. Zheng Yingchao's official status was at the department level. He also said that working in the Nanshan Municipal Government, it was impossible for anyone other than the mayor to reach this level. In addition, Yin Yanbin had said before that a mayor from other places was coming.
Of course it is impossible to guess wrong.
The seats here are all particular. Not everyone can sit at the Eight Immortals Table, but everyone dares to sit there. But Mayor Zheng Yingchao asked Fang Tianfeng to sit there, and no one dared to say anything.
However, many people looked at the six bottles of water that Yin Yanbin carried with curiosity. Who brings six bottles of mineral water to celebrate their birthday? And it has no trademark, so it is obviously impossible to use it as a birthday gift. You can bring your own water to the birthday banquet, which makes the host
how to think?
Those officials and businessmen kept their doubts in their hearts, but more than half of the people at the other table were unhappy. Some were Wang Yuanze's friends, some were his students, and some were people who admired him.
"What kind of master is this Master Fang? Calligraphy, Chinese painting, sculpture or what?" A young man who was a few years older than Fang Tianfeng asked with a frown. Although he was young, his talent was as thick as two fingers, and he surpassed many others than him.
Older people.
An older man shook his head and said: "You can't be a master in this field. If you were called a master at such a young age, it would have caused a sensation all over the country. As for other circles, such as Lang Lang, who is very famous recently, he is only a piano artist and cannot be a master.
It’s even less possible for others. Lu Hua, your teacher is a master of calligraphy, haven’t you heard your teacher say that?”
Lu Hua, who had just asked the question, showed a hint of sarcasm and said, "That's strange. My teacher never said there was someone so young alongside him. However, since there are so many people who know him, there must be something special about him."
, we will see what kind of master he is when the time comes, and I hope he won’t disappoint everyone.”
When the older man heard this, he shook his head secretly, thinking that this kid Lu Hua was good at everything, but he was too arrogant. He was originally Huang Lao's disciple. Since he won the National Youth Calligraphy Competition three years ago, he has become more and more popular.
Lu Hua was getting more and more proud. Seeing such a young person being called a master, Lu Hua was naturally unconvinced.
However, this older man was also a little dissatisfied with Fang Tianfeng. In the literary and art world, masters are not just called casually, especially in front of such insiders.
Zheng Yingchao led Fang Tianfeng to the Eight Immortals table, and then said to those people: "This is Master Fang. Although I am in Nanshan City, I know his name. I guess he doesn't need to be introduced too much. Master Fang, this is the Ministry of Culture
Director Yan."
"Hello, Master Fang." Director Yan, like Zheng Yingchao, also extended his hands, which was very different from the cold attitude just now. Obviously, from Zheng Yingchao's attitude, Fang Tianfeng was definitely not ordinary.
Fang Tianfeng also shook hands with Director Yan.
Later, Zheng Yingchao introduced others.
"This is the calligraphy master Mr. Huang Liangyi."
"This is Mr. Hu Nian, a master of traditional Chinese painting."
"This is Mr. Ren of Wushan Chemical Group."
"This is Li Yong, the boss of the famous Daoqiang Company."
Although Fang Tianfeng has never met these four people, as a Dongjiang native, he has heard of their names. The first two are Dongjiang celebrities, Wushan Chemical is also a giant, and Daoqiang Company is an Internet company.
, the annual income even far exceeds that of Wushan Chemical.
Based on his wealth, Mr. Ren's net worth is no less than 6 billion, which is higher than Pang Jingzhou. However, there seems to be some problems with this man's wealth.
Li Yong of Daoqiang Company is worth even more, reaching more than 30 billion. One person is richer than the entire Yuanzhou Real Estate, but he is the youngest, only in his early forties.
Mr. Ren had heard of Fang Tianfeng's name, so he had a very good attitude and regarded Fang Tianfeng as someone with a higher status.
Although the two masters had doubts about Fang Tianfeng's identity, they did not have any jealousy like those students. They were just curious. Fang Tianfeng completely regarded Fang Tianfeng as a junior. They did not deliberately make friends with each other, but they did not deliberately become cold.
Li Yong, who leads a strong company, is different. As a person ranked high in China's Forbes rankings, he has a profound background and a wide range of contacts. Part of his company's shares are held by some second-generation college students, so he is full of confidence.
Even when shaking hands with Fang Tianfeng, he only extended one hand.
Fang Tianfeng smiled and said nothing. In the eyes of Li Yong, he would only be polite when meeting people at the mayor level, and he would be enthusiastic when meeting people at the provincial governor level. Fang Tianfeng had heard at the dinner table that Li Yong was not
He is just a businessman and not only a member of the CPPCC, he has become a member of a large faction. It can even be said that as an Internet giant, Li Yong's influence is no worse than that of an ordinary provincial governor.
Although Yin Yanbin has a net worth of over 100 million, he is still not qualified to sit here. After putting down the water from Fang Tianfeng, he placed the "Peace Note" on the Eight Immortals table in front of Fang Tianfeng and walked to the table below.
There were officials sitting at the table on the left, and businessmen sitting at the table on the right. Yin Yanbin first greeted a familiar official and chatted for a few words, and then walked to the table on the right. Two people immediately stood up at the table on the right.
He took the initiative to give up his seat to Yin Yanbin. The three of them were polite for a while, and then one of them left and sat near the door.
Mr. Huang Liangyi has a straight temper. After seeing Fang Tianfeng chatting with Mayor Zheng Yingchao for a few words, he couldn't hold back and asked: "Master Fang, what are you doing now?"
Fang Tianfeng understood it as soon as he heard it and said with a smile: "Don't worry, I am not a master in the world of culture and art. I am a member of the Dongjiang Taoist Association. Because I am proficient in fortune telling, I was nicknamed the master by my friends. Unexpectedly, it was spread.
.I am just a young man and I dare not compare with you two real masters of calligraphy, painting and calligraphy. If you two don’t mind, just call me Xiao Fang.”
The two old men burst into laughter upon hearing this. No matter what, the young man spoke nicely and was very polite, which was better than anything else.
Huang Liangyi touched the long snow-white beard on his chin and said with a smile: "Don't be humble. There is no predecessor in learning, and the master is the teacher. Since you are a member of the Taoist Association, if you have profound attainments in Taoism, why can't you be called a master?"
A master is not someone who is said or called out by others, but relies on his ability! If you have the ability, you are a master!"
"Old Huang is right." Hu Nian, a master of traditional Chinese painting, nodded and smiled.
"Yes." Mayor Zheng and Mr. Ren stood together.
Only Li Yong smiled, said nothing, with a flash of indifference in his eyes, and then lowered his head to drink tea.
People at other tables were eavesdropping on the conversation here. After listening to Fang Tianfeng's words, those who did not know Fang Tianfeng's identity had different reactions. Most people were surprised, but most of those in the literary and art circles had a look of ridicule on their faces.
, in their eyes, only masters in the cultural and art world are real masters.
Fang Tianfeng was sitting across from those people, and could see several people casting disdainful glances. Among them, the young calligrapher named Lu Hua deliberately looked at him, without concealing the ridicule in his eyes.
Fang Tianfeng was slightly unhappy, but this was someone else's birthday party, so he didn't bother to say more. Some people in the literary and art circles are very extreme. They are either greedy for power, or they are pretentious and conscious of being superior to others. This Lu Hua is obviously the latter. (To be continued.)
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