Lin Baoguo bowed deeply to Yang Haoran, showing an open-minded expression.
"The student has written it down. Maybe he just realized it and is a little nervous. After he finishes it, I will study it painstakingly and ask Master Yang to comment for me when I have achieved something!"
There was an uproar around him, and everyone looked at Yang Haoran with fiery eyes.
The more perceptive person looked directly at the calligraphy written by Yang Haoran just now.
Immediately he rolled his eyes, quickly walked out of the crowd, and gave Yang Haoran a fist.
"Master Yang, I am willing to pay five million for the pair of calligraphy paintings you just created."
The people around him finally woke up and rushed to Yang Haoran one by one.
"Master Yang, I am willing to pay one million!"
"No one can rob me, I'm willing to pay 7 million!"
"Ten million, I am bound to get this calligraphy treasure!"
Ling Fusheng was shocked, but Lin Baoguo looked as if he should be taken for granted.
While muttering to himself, he said: "Master Yang's calligraphy can no longer be measured by ordinary value. This is definitely a phenomenal work beyond the master level. The price of 10 million is not an exaggeration at all."
Yang Haoran was stunned. He was a little surprised. Is this calligraphy so valuable?
There are many more of them in Xiaoxian Temple! And their level is definitely not lower than this one.
Thinking that most of it was thrown into the pit as toilet paper, Yang Haoran suddenly felt a pain in his body. It was all money!
A group of people quarreled endlessly, determined to win a piece of Yang Haoran's calligraphy.
Ling Fusheng stood up at this time and coughed dryly.
"Ahem, please don't make any noise. I want Mr. Yang's calligraphy for 20 million, because this calligraphy was created here. I will frame it and hang it in the hall. This is also a kind of commemoration, so
I hope everyone will give me some face."
Everyone around them immediately turned off their fire. Firstly, Ling Fusheng's financial resources were there, and secondly, Yang Haoran was Ling Fusheng's guest.
Due to emotions and reasons, Ling Fusheng had the right to buy this calligraphy first.
As a result, those whose hopes failed were dejected one by one, as if they had lost a treasure.
Lin Baoguo looked at Ling Fusheng with regret.
"This calligraphy by Master Yang is worth more than 20 million? In my eyes, it is a priceless treasure. It's a pity that I don't have enough financial resources, otherwise I would definitely collect Master Yang's calligraphy!"
Ling Fusheng was naturally even more delighted, as if he had picked up a treasure for nothing.
Yang Haoran was the only one with a weird look on his face. If he had known that he could make money by selling calligraphy, who would have done fortune-telling in the first place?
Ling Fusheng happily asked someone to carefully send Yang Haoran's calligraphy to be framed.
The remaining guests and Lin Baoguo left regretfully.
Those guests regretted missing the master's authentic works, while Lin Baoguo felt that it was too late to meet Yang Haoran. If he had heard Yang Haoran's teachings earlier, wouldn't he have been able to make further progress?
As a director of the Chinese Calligraphy Association, Lin Baoguo's schedule is very tight.
According to the original plan, after he wrote the inscription for Ling Fusheng, he would attend a calligraphy and painting meeting.
Before seeing Yang Haoran take action, Lin Baoguo wanted to make a splash at the calligraphy and painting meeting.
But at this time, Lin Baoguo's mood was extremely low. Shubag.com
My mind is constantly filled with Yang Haoran's charming inscriptions, and then comparing it with his own works makes me even more heartbroken.
"Garbage, garbage! The works that I thought were extremely precious are just a bunch of shit if compared with Master Yang!
Why should I show off my inferior skills everywhere? It is indeed extremely shallow!"
Although he was in a low mood and out of sympathy, Lin Baoguo still came to the painting and calligraphy meeting.
The people who can participate in this calligraphy and painting meeting are all top-notch calligraphers and painters in China.
Every participant, whether in terms of status, reputation, or achievements in calligraphy and painting, is not inferior to Lin Baoguo.
Since ancient times, there has been no first or second best. A group of people get together, appearing harmonious on the surface, but secretly competing against each other, trying to outdo each other.
The original Lin Baoguo was no exception. He originally prepared a running script Taoist scripture, which took him half a month, just to shock everyone at this calligraphy and painting meeting.
But at this time, he always felt that his works were really unavailable.
According to Yang Haoran, he just doesn't like it!
There are thirty participants in total, and the works of the remaining thirty-seven people were all displayed early for comments from others.
Naturally, it was inevitable to compliment each other, but secretly they were sneering at each other.
Only Lin Baoguo felt lost and a little absent-minded.
The organizer of the calligraphy and painting meeting is also a famous calligrapher and painter, Feng Zhitong, who is older than Lin Baoguo and is a highly respected person.
Seeing Lin Baoguo's abnormal behavior, he asked with great concern: "Master Lin, everyone's works are placed on display. Are you still reluctant to take out your works?"
Someone next to him laughed: "Master Lin's work must be so stunning that he is afraid of outsmarting us all. This is to save our face!"
"Master Lin, don't worry too much. We are also people who have experienced hundreds of battles, and our shamelessness is just passable. Just bring out your masterpiece and let us learn from it!"
They were all ordinary jokes, but when Lin Baoguo heard them at this time, they were all heartbreaking.
I deliberately took out the prepared work, but I felt very dissatisfied no matter what. It was a complete piece of rubbish!
"Master Lin, you are wrong. The purpose of our calligraphy and painting meeting is to confirm and communicate with each other. What does your silence mean?"
Feng Zhitong also smiled and said: "Yes, Lao Lin, I'm waiting for you now, why don't you take out the prepared works for everyone to appreciate?"
Lin Baoguo was really helpless. He looked around and gritted his teeth and said, "I'm really sorry, everyone. How about I write a work on the spot?"
Everyone around him gathered around, their eyes shining brightly.
"Why can't this work? It seems that Master Lin has come prepared. He intends to teach us a lesson on the spot!"
"On-the-spot performance is the most important thing. It seems that Master Lin must have made a breakthrough!"
Everyone said compliments to each other, but most of them disagreed in their hearts.
We are all old acquaintances, and we all know how many brushes we have.
As the host, Feng Zhitong had arranged for his disciples to prepare writing desks, pens, ink, paper and inkstones.
Then he smiled at Lin Baoguo: "Please, Master Lin, let us open our eyes today."
Seeing the prepared bookcase, Lin Baoguo's eyes lit up, and Yang Haoran's previous words suddenly came back to his mind.
So I walked over confidently, thinking all about Yang Haoran's previous four characters.
