Yang Tian raised his eyebrows and looked at Zuo Bai and said, "It seems that I underestimated you. I originally thought that you need to let the elders in your family identify you."
If Yang Tian had said this before, Zuo Bai would have been furious.
But now he no longer has the capital to clamor.
Even his grandfather couldn't write calligraphy that expresses artistic conception.
Zuo Bai didn't expect that the young man in front of him was a real calligraphy master.
Seeing Zuo Bai's shocked expression, Yang Tian smiled silently and said arrogantly: "Are you convinced?"
Zuo Bai trembled all over and said: "I'm convinced, I'm convinced. I wonder what relationship you have with Master Li Mubai, the calligrapher?"
Li Mubai is the only master in China who can write artistic conception calligraphy, and his attainments in calligraphy are among the highest in the country.
Yang Tian frowned when he heard this and said, "Master Li, I don't know him!"
Zuo Bai was dumbfounded. He could write such a level of calligraphy and yet he said he didn't know Li Mubai.
He looked at Yang Tianda with admiration on his face and said: "Master, I wonder if you can give me this calligraphy. Please give me a price, and I will never retaliate."
When everyone heard this, their faces turned black.
They asked Zuo Bai to win a game to make them proud, but they didn't expect that this kid would admit defeat and even charge a high price for his calligraphy.
Who is this slapping in the face?
Yang Tian waved his hand and gave him that chapter of calligraphy. Zuo Bai thanked him profusely and kept calling him master.
Yang Xue's vanity was almost over the top this time.
Especially when Yang Tian said to everyone: "The next one.", he was so handsome.
She didn't expect that Yang Tian was almost omnipotent.
If there weren't so many people here, she really wanted to kiss this brother to express her joy.
Everyone was ashamed at this moment.
Could it be that hundreds of them were just crushed by teenagers?
If word of this spreads, they will lose their dignity.
Sikong Han gritted his teeth and said to a young man wearing glasses behind him: "Guan Song, what are you waiting for? Use your strengths to defeat him."
The young man took a deep breath, stood up, looked at Yang Tian and said, "Next, your opponent will be me."
Yang Tian said indifferently: "What are you competing for?"
Guan Song said proudly: "Do you dare to compete with me in painting?"
Yang Tian smiled when he heard this.
"Painting? Are you sure you won't try another competition?"
When Guan Song heard this, his eyelids twitched and he asked with some anxiety: "What? You can also paint?"
Yang Tian nodded and said: "You should be no match for me. Let me give you a chance to choose again."
Everyone's lips twitched when they heard this: "Damn it, this kid is still so crazy."
"Guan Song is famous for his paintings..." When one person said this, his ears suddenly drooped and said: "Forget it, let's not talk about it, this kid doesn't act according to common sense at all."
"Yes, yes, I really don't know what kind of monster he is. He can do everything."
"Now I doubt that anyone here can suppress him."
Everyone was in despair at this moment.
Guan Song rolled his eyes when he saw this. After all, he had participated in provincial competitions, won the championship, and was proficient in any painting. He really didn't believe that the young man in front of him had the strength to surpass him.
He said to the waiter: "Go and buy some paint brushes for me, I will..."
Before he finished speaking, Yang Tian said calmly: "No need to go to so much trouble."
Guan Song was stunned for a moment, then asked: "Why?"
Yang Tian said indifferently: "You have already lost!"
With that said, he pulled Yang Xue away.
"Holy shit, what's going on? The competition hasn't even started yet."
"Nima, I didn't even blink, but now why do I feel like I missed the most important competition?"
"Who can explain it to me?"
Everyone had dull faces and was tearing their hair frantically.
Guan Song was also dumbfounded.
Neither of them drew, so why did the other party think he lost?
Yang Xue, who had already arrived in the elevator, was also puzzled and asked: "Brother, why don't you give me an explanation?"
Yang Tian asked: "What explanation?"
Yang Xue said with black lines on her face: "Explain why you said you won?"
Yang Tian smiled and said: "If you win, you win. Wherever you need something, why."
Hearing this, Yang Xue took a deep breath to suppress the rage in her heart and said, "Boy, if you don't talk to me properly, believe it or not, I will kill you right now."
Yang Tian said helplessly: "Okay, actually when the other party asked for a painting competition just now, I had already drawn a picture of Riverside During the Qingming Festival on paper. Do you think he can still win?"
Yang Xue was dumbfounded and said, "Brother, are you so cruel? Are all my classmates going to be hit by you and become suspicious of their lives?"
Yang Tian said speechlessly: "Sister, you really know how to shirk responsibility. Didn't you ask me to do this?"
Yang Xue said proudly: "Humph, I blame you for still having objections. You forgot that when you were a child, you were naked..."
"Stop, stop, stop, I have no objection, as long as you are happy."
Yang Tian immediately retreated.
He found that he could be invincible to the whole world, but in the end he would still be defeated at the hands of his sister.
Yang Xue smiled and said, "This is my good brother. Come on, let me kiss you."
As he said that, he pouted his little mouth and printed it on Yang Tian's face!
Yang Tian wiped the saliva on his face and said speechlessly: "Yang Xue, do you dare to stop being such a gangster?"
Yang Xue snorted proudly and said: "Boy, when you were afraid of the dark when you were a child, and you had to squeeze into my bed to let me protect you, why didn't you call me a gangster?"
"this·······"
Yang Tian wanted to faint. It was so embarrassing. His reputation as the Immortal Emperor was completely lost in front of his sister.
And if the top bosses from the five southwestern provinces knew about it, they would probably laugh half to death.
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Yang Xue's classmates were all gathered together at this moment, holding a picture in their hands.
"Is this what that boy drew?"
Sikong Han's face was filled with shock.
The beautiful girl Yu Qingqing nodded and said, "Just now I saw him writing on this scroll, and you can see that the ink is still wet, so it must have been his hand."
Sikong Han gritted his teeth and said, "Then who can explain to me that in less than a minute, you can draw a lifelike picture of Riverside During the Qingming Festival? Who in the world can do it?"
Everyone was silent.
This kind of handwriting cannot be found anywhere else in the world.
Someone patted Guan Song on the shoulder, sighed and said, "You didn't lose unjustly."
Guan Song had collapsed and cried at this time.
Is there anything so shocking to people?
When it comes to painting, he is also the provincial champion, proficient in various painting techniques, and was once hailed as the successor of Qi Zhen, the top Chinese painting master in the country.
Now, when I competed with a young man in painting, I almost lost without even making a move.
And he lost miserably.
This made him want to die.
Meng Jiang sighed: "No one among us can really suppress him."
Zuo Bai nodded in agreement and said: "It seems that only this one is worthy of being the number one goddess of our finance department."
Sikong Han gritted his teeth and said, "I'm not willing to give in!"
When Zuo Bai was about to persuade him, a man looked downstairs and said excitedly: "Mo Shan's car is coming from Mo Shan."
Sikong Han was shocked when he heard this and shouted quickly: "Hurry up and call Mo Shan. That kid hasn't left the hotel yet. Let Mo Shan stop him."
As he said that, he laughed loudly and said: "Mo Shan is here, I want to see if this kid can be more crazy than Mo Shan."
With that said, he was the first one to rush downstairs!
As if they were drunk, everyone followed Sikong Han downstairs.
They have only one thought in their minds.
Mo Shan is here, there is no way that kid can get out of the hotel door.
Yang Tian and Yang Xuegang had just gotten off the elevator and reached the hotel lobby when they were stopped by a person.
This man was in his twenties, with a handsome and resolute appearance, but he was wearing ordinary clothes. The total amount of clothes on his body did not exceed 200 yuan. He was holding a cell phone that had just been hung up and had been eliminated.
Although he was dressed plainly, he exuded a powerful aura.
The aura of a superior person makes people dare not underestimate him.
He raised his eyebrows and looked at Yang Xue, then his eyes fell on Yang Tian and asked in a condescending tone: "Are you Yang Xue's boyfriend Li Tian?"
Yang Tian said indifferently: "What? Do you need a signature?"
"thump."
There was no room for more than a hundred people in the elevator. Sikong Han was running down the stairs, but after hearing these words, he rolled down the stairs.
He ignored the pain and only felt that there was something wrong with his ears.
Does this kid really not want to live? How dare he be so crazy in front of Mo Shan.
You know, in Jiangnan, the Mo family is the king here. In the past ten years, no one has dared to disrespect the Mo family.
In the field, Mo Shan was stunned for a while when he heard this, and then looked at Yang Tianda with a sneer: "Interesting, you are so talented!" (To be continued)
