"Amitabha, don't be angry, donor. This is performance art." The old monk smiled at him with a kind face.
Hearing this, all the anger of the strong man burst out, and he cursed: "Fuck you, performance art, I'll beat you to death!"
As a result, countless pairs of shoes flew towards him and hit him hard, causing him to run away with his head covered.
After the rain of shoes had passed, he raised his head and said angrily: "Who?"
As a result, the audience around them said in unison: "Me!"
Then someone shouted: "Brothers and sisters, show him real art!"
So a group of people swarmed up!
The strong man and the other two assistants screamed and were swallowed up by the crowd...the screams kept coming and going.
A few minutes later, two policemen rushed over: "What are you doing? Stop!"
Seeing the police coming, everyone stopped one after another. A certain crooked monk in the crowd looked up at the police. Master Liu, who was suppressed beneath him, said angrily: "Police, he beat people!"
Police: "Drop your weapons!"
Fangzheng looked at the shoes in his hand, let out a cry, and dropped them...
Snapped!
The sole of the shoe fell on Master Liu's face. Just hearing that sound made everyone feel their faces hurt...
Then the crooked monk said with an embarrassed look: "I'm sorry, inertia... I raised it high and lowered it subconsciously. I didn't expect to be hit again."
The police and the audience were collectively speechless.
Master Liu shouted with grief and anger: "Police, do you care if they beat people?"
Fang Zheng got up, put on his shoes, and then took out the other shoe from Master Liu's hand, which was the first one that flew over to hit Master Liu. Then he put them all on, stamped his feet in front of Master Liu, and showed off.
Show off your shoes...
Master Liu said angrily: "It's really you! Fuck your performance art, I'll fight you!"
Master Liu suddenly realized that he was so angry that he got up and jumped to hit Fang Zheng!
As a result, Fang Zheng also jumped up and happened to be standing on the table. Master Liu was not very tall to begin with. Even though he jumped up, he was still not very high. This fist hit Fang Zheng's knee. The knee was much harder than his fist.
He punched with all his strength again, and his anger was so great that the brittle bones of his old arms and legs...
Click!
Ouch...
Master Liu covered his twisted arm and shouted: "My hands...police...grab this guy, this guy is beating people!"
The policemen were speechless when they saw this scene, and then looked at the old monk who was also speechless and looked innocent.
The old monk clasped his hands together and said: "Amitabha, several donors, this poor monk didn't fight back, but this donor jumped up and hit the poor monk on the kneecap. Isn't this considered a beating?"
puff!
People couldn't help but laugh when they heard this...
"Haha... this master, haha... he's too short. He jumped up and hit his kneecap. This is ridiculous... haha..."
"As expected of a master, this move to jump up and hit your kneecap is really powerful!"
"Awesome, awesome, this move has a bit of an artistic feel, haha..."
Master Liu was so painful that he burst into tears. Hearing people's ridicule, he blushed like a monkey's butt and shouted: "Police, arrest this person quickly!"
Just then, a rough voice sounded: "Stop!"
"What are you holding back? Didn't you see that my arms are broken? Police, arrest them!" Master Liu screamed.
"Who told you they are the police? They are our security guards!" the rough voice sounded.
Master Liu was stunned. Security guards? If you take a closer look, you can see that these people are indeed wearing security guards' clothes, and they are still imitating Chinese police uniforms. And this is not China, so these are indeed not police!
Then the crowd dispersed, and several people strode over. The leader was a young Chinese man. The man was wearing a crisp suit, holding a mobile phone in his hand, with an anxious and angry look on his face. Behind him were Wang Daochun, and several others.
A traditional calligrapher.
When he saw this person, Fang Zheng raised his eyebrows subconsciously. This person looked familiar to him! When he thought about it carefully, he almost laughed. This was indeed an acquaintance! And he was very familiar!
Thinking of this time, Fang Zheng got off the table and stepped back. The audience was also very enthusiastic. They knew that the monk was taking the lead in making trouble this time and were afraid that he would be caught, so they stepped forward to block Fang Zheng.
The visitor did not look here, but stared at Master Liu angrily and asked: "Liu Kan, what is going on?"
Liu Kan cried and said: "Mr. Jing, it's not my fault. I performed my calligraphy well, but someone made trouble!"
"Making trouble? But why did I hear Mr. Wang say that the few people you brought are playing monkey here?" Mr. Jing said angrily.
Master Liu shook his head and said: "What we perform is art, how can we call it monkey tricking? This is an insult to us! Mr. Jing, your people invited us here, so naturally we have to bring out the best things to perform."
"
"The best thing? Is it to take a brush and write a letter a few meters long?" Wang Daochun snorted coldly.
"Wang Daochun, you don't understand my art, you are not qualified to judge!" shouted the man who wrote one with a brush.
Just as Wang Daochun was about to say something, Mr. Jing waved his hand and said: "That's enough! Stop yelling! I invited you here to promote the status of Chinese culture overseas, not to let your own people fight among themselves! I know your side
What kind of ancient inheritance does it represent, and on the other hand, I am thinking of novel ways to attract attention. But my purpose is very clear. When I spend money, you have to give me good things! Instead of running all the way out and embarrassing yourself!"
After hearing this, Wang Daochun, Liu Kan and others stopped talking and frowned.
Wang Daochun was even a little angry...
Fang Zheng frowned when he saw this... Others didn't know this person, but he knew him because he almost beat him up once. He was the son of the Jing family and Jing Yan's cousin, Jing Yulong.
At the moment, Jing Yulong doesn't seem to want to comment on who's right or wrong. He just wants to end the matter here and continue his calligraphy display. But Fang Zheng knows very well that this matter must not continue. If he wants to continue, he must also let Liu
You have to kick these fake masters away, otherwise it will not be promoting Chinese culture, but embarrassing!
But among everyone present, no one could suppress Jing Yulong's momentum. Jing Yulong was still as domineering as before and did not want to listen to anyone.
Jing Yulong said: "Everyone, that's it for today. I don't want to hear anyone complain to me about the other person's handwriting being unartistic. Likewise, I also hope that for the sake of the face of the Chinese people, you can show some sincerity.
Something is coming!”
When Wang Daochun heard this, he gritted his teeth and said, "Mr. Jing, if this is the case, I don't think we can cooperate. I can't let myself and a group of liars write under the same roof. Say goodbye!"