The dozen or so people surrounding Liu Qiangsen were naturally angry when they heard Yang Haoran's words.
Everyone was dissatisfied and angry, filled with righteous indignation.
Even if you know that someone is right, you still don't want to admit it now.
Someone stood up and snorted coldly.
"Seeing how hard it is for people to carry their burdens, what's the point of being so lively?
If you have real ability, then go out and write a few words and make a painting yourself.
There are experts from the calligraphy and painting association outside, so let everyone comment.
Even if you don't reach the level of a master, we will still be convinced if someone says you can enter the hall.
But you just say it without proof, who can be convinced?"
Yang Haoran laughed and looked at Liu Qiangsen calmly.
"What do you think, Mr. Liu?"
Liu Qiangsen looked confused and felt a little embarrassed when he remembered what he had just said.
After thinking for a moment, he said cruelly: "What they said makes sense.
If you really come up with something real, I will immediately keep your promise and worship you as my teacher.
It’s just lip service, and I’m really not convinced.”
"Well, if you guys give in, I will give you some ideas and you will come up with the topic."
More than a dozen people moved out of the way, and Liu Qiangsen also sorted out his desk.
Yang Haoran walked to the desk and saw the ready-made pen, ink, paper and inkstone.
Everyone looked at Liu Qiangsen: "Mr. Liu, you are an expert, so this question is most suitable for you."
Liu Qiangsen frowned slightly and thought for a while.
"Well, since you are the one writing the comments, just write a big picture. You can write whatever you like."
Yang Haoran smiled and said nothing, looked around, and his eyes stopped on a picture on the wall.
"Serve the country with loyalty and loyalty, these are the only four words."
After speaking, Yang Haoran adjusted his sleeves and stared at the white paper calmly.
"Hehe, if you just talk and don't practice fake tricks, I don't think you have any real ability."
“We want to see how high his level can be.
There are many masters here, and his true identity will be exposed in a short time."
Yang Haoran turned a deaf ear and entered a mysterious state.
Others didn't notice it, but Liu Qiangsen, as a late-stage Anjin warrior, couldn't help but look surprised.
Is Yang Haoran's current state the legendary unity of heaven and man?
Only the veteran Huajin masters can enter the state of unity between man and nature anytime and anywhere.
This man looks to be in his forties, could he be a Huajin master?
Even if not, it is still a great thing.
Because once a person enters the state of harmony between nature and man, he can exert his greatest potential and do things perfectly.
Even before he saw Yang Haoran's words, Liu Qiangsen's heart felt a little more solemn.
This person is definitely not an ordinary person.
Yang Haoran had already dipped his pen in ink, raised it slightly, and then calmly started writing.
I saw Yang Haoran's wrists flying, his pen moving like dragon and snake, and four big characters came out in one go.
The whole process went smoothly without any lag.
Liu Qiangsen couldn't help but admire him. This Kung Fu was like a martial artist performing a hearty boxing session.
Looking at the desk again, the four big characters "Serve the Country with Loyalty" are already written on the paper.
Liu Qiangsen took a breath and wanted to find some faults, but he couldn't find any.
He couldn't help but give a thumbs up and praised: "It's really a good word."
Everyone onlookers were stunned, but they were unwilling to say a good word. 8090 Novel Network
Someone actually sneered: "I think these words are common, nothing special.
Although I can’t tell, I can invite outside masters to come in and comment, just wait for me.”
After saying this, the man turned around and left the painting and calligraphy room.
Not long after, three old men came back with him.
Seeing the three old men, Liu Qiangsen greeted them with a smile, and everyone around them also clasped their fists.
"I feel very sorry for you, Chairman Wu, Chairman Su, Chairman Zhu, the three masters of labor."
All three of them are recognized masters of the Painting and Calligraphy Association, and Wu Bohan is the president of the Painting and Calligraphy Association.
Su Changhe and Zhu Ze are both vice presidents of the Painting and Calligraphy Association.
The man who invited the three people over sneered and pointed towards Yang Haoran.
"The three masters are clowns who come to the calligraphy and painting studio to point out and make nonsense remarks.
Now he has also written a painting and asked three masters to comment on it, so that he can know how high the sky is and how high it is."
Wu Bohan wears black-rimmed glasses and is serious in speech, just like an old scholar.
"President Su, President Zhu, the three of us will come and take a look."
"President Wu, please go first."
The three of them were polite, and the people next to them had already moved out of the way.
Wu Bohan naturally saw Yang Haoran next to the desk, but ignored him.
Instead, he looked directly at the large letters on the desk.
At the first glance, Wu Bohan suddenly trembled and his pupils suddenly shrank.
The next moment, Wu Bohan's eyes shone, and he looked slightly excited.
Then he took a step back for fear of damaging the writing on the desk.
"Great calligraphy! I have been involved in calligraphy and painting for more than fifty years, and this is the first time I have seen such a powerful and powerful font.
This calligraphy is definitely a work beyond the master's level and is rare to see!"
Su Changhe couldn't help but pull Wu Bohan aside and exclaimed.
“The solid basic skills are rare in the world. Just looking at the details, you can tell that years of hard work have gone into it.
Whether it is starting or finishing the pen, everything is done to the extreme without any delay, great calligraphy!"
Zhu Ze pushed up his glasses on the bridge of his nose, naturally very interested.
He leaned over and just glanced at it a few times, nodding his head again and again.
“I used to think that although my calligraphy was not a famous one, at least I was well-known.
Now that I see the works of masters, I suddenly feel that I am really a frog in the well and my knowledge is shallow.
What a good word. I want to meet that master. Where is the master?"
There was silence all around, and all eyes fell on Yang Haoran.
Liu Qiangsen's eyes widened even more, and his body was shaking with excitement.
After all, he is not a master. Although he thinks Yang Haoran's calligraphy is good, he has no specific concept.
But after listening to the comments from the three presidents, I suddenly came to a realization.
This person who casually walked into the calligraphy and painting room and commented on himself turned out to be a master of calligraphy and painting.
How can you miss such an opportunity casually?
What's more, he had sworn an oath just now.
So before the three presidents could react, Liu Qiangsen already clasped his fists and bent down, bowing deeply towards Yang Haoran.
"Please forgive me for my blindness and ignorance of the master. I am willing to keep my promise and worship you as my teacher.
Please don’t dislike me, Master, and accept me as a disciple with your sincere heart in mind.”
The people around looked at each other in shock.
Mr. Liu actually took the initiative to become a disciple. What a great opportunity this is?
The three presidents were also stunned, obviously not fully reacting yet.