Since the early publicity for this art exhibition was very good, the entire venue was packed with people. As soon as Lin Beichen and Hong Lei arrived at the venue, they were shocked by the sea of people in front of them.
Hong Lei obviously dressed up specially today and looked extraordinarily beautiful, especially her temperament, which attracted a lot of attention at the scene.
The exhibition is full of luxury cars, and they are all Ferraris, Rolls-Royce Phantoms, Porsche Cayennes and other luxury cars worth more than one million. It can be seen that the people who can participate in this art exhibition are either rich or expensive.
"Xiao Lei, which friend gave you these tickets? It should be difficult to get tickets for such a popular art exhibition, right?"
Lin Beichen asked a little strangely.
Although with his energy, he can get as many tickets as he wants, but for Hong Lei, who is new here, it is obviously not easy to get these two tickets.
After all, Master Wang Ruhu's appearance fee is not low, and he is very famous throughout the hot summer, so it is difficult for ordinary people to hire him.
"She's a classmate of mine. I haven't seen her for many years. Maybe she has something to do with this exhibition!"
Hong Lei didn't have the slightest doubt about Bai Ling.
"Okay, let's go in."
Although Lin Beichen was surprised, he thought that with his current cultivation level, he was not afraid of any accidents.
"Oh my God, Master Wang is really here. Lingling is so interesting. I will definitely thank her when I go back this time."
As soon as the two checked their tickets and entered, Hong Lei exclaimed with joy. It turned out that Master Wang Ruhu was really here, writing calligraphy in the center of the exhibition.
Wang Ruhu's paintings are slightly inferior to his, but they are still among the best. The painting he is writing at the moment is as vigorous as the roots of an old tree and as flowing as the clouds in the sky. It has the bearing of a master.
"Master, what do you think of Master Wang's calligraphy? I think it's simply great!"
Hong Lei is a young fan of Wang Ruhu. When she saw where her idol was showing off her ink, her eyes were wide open.
"Not great, just so-so." Lin Beichen commented lightly.
He once ascended to the immortal world, and the beautiful calligraphy he saw could not be compared to that of a mere mortal. That was the real writing that shocked the world and made the gods and ghosts weep with his pen!
"Boy, what are you talking nonsense about? You're not that good? Why don't you write something for me to read? You don't know how to pretend to understand. This place is not for you. Get out of here!"
At this moment, a dissatisfied voice came.
The person who spoke was a thin man wearing gold-rimmed glasses and a pen on his chest. He looked a bit formal, but his words were not polite at all.
The people around him were of relatively high quality. Although most of them were also fans of Master Wang Ruhu, they felt that what Lin Beichen said was too arrogant, but they did not say anything.
Only this man with glasses had an angry look on his face.
"Who do you think you are? It's ridiculous to tell me to get out." Lin Beichen said disdainfully.
He did feel that the words were average, and even if he wrote them, they would be better than those written by Wang Ruhu. After all, he was a Taoist master, and not everyone could learn the charm of his writing.
"Haha, Master Wang Ruhu is best at landscape painting, but his calligraphy is also absolutely superb! You guy who doesn't know how to pretend to understand, shouldn't you get out of here?"
The man with the eyes sneered.
At this moment, some people around him were already disgusted with this man and were shouting loudly. Just now Lin Beichen said that he thought it was normal, but his voice was very low.
Now this man seems to have no quality at all.
"Boy, are you going to get out? To tell you the truth, I am Deng Yan from the Deng family who is organizing this art exhibition! If you don't get out, I'll have someone kick you out right away!"
Deng Yan looked arrogant and threatened.
"What? He is Deng Yan? The eldest son of the Deng family?"
When some people present heard about the Deng family, their expressions changed, and they all looked at Lin Beichen with a little more pity.
"Didn't you hear what Mr. Deng said? Why don't you get out of here? Can you stay in such an elegant place?"
"Yes, you even dare to say that Mr. Wang's handwriting is just average. It's really ridiculous. Could it be that you can write better than Mr. Wang?"
"Today's young people really don't know how to be humble, and they don't know how their parents educate them, alas!"
Immediately, many people present sided with Deng Yan, and almost no one dared to say a fair word for Lin Beichen.
"I'm in a good mood today, don't disturb my mood, otherwise, you will be responsible for the consequences."
Unexpectedly, Lin Beichen didn't even look at Deng Yan. He just put his hands on his back, completely treating him like a clown.
"You...you are simply arrogant!"
Deng Yan's face turned pale. He took out his mobile phone and shouted in an extremely angry voice: "Where did the security guards die? There is a troublemaker here, throw him out quickly!"
Just when Deng Yan finished his notification and was about to put his phone in his pocket, Lin Beichen suddenly turned around.
"You're too noisy."
He grabbed Deng Yan's arm. Deng Yan was in pain and dropped his phone to the ground. Lin Beichen stepped on it.
Suddenly, this expensive 8848 titanium alloy diamond-encrusted mobile phone was shattered into pieces.
"I was in a good mood today, but you disturbed it! Tell me, should I thank you?"
Lin Beichen pinched Deng Yan's wrist, with a half-smile on his face, but the strength in his hand was not lacking at all.
"You...you...who are you from? Let go! Let go!"
Deng Yan's wrist was pinched by Lin Beichen, and it felt like Lin Beichen's palm was like an iron pliers, and his bones were almost crushed by him.
"My name is Lin Beichen. I think this name will be familiar to you ancestors of the Deng family, right?"
Lin Beichen was clearly smiling, but in Deng Yan's eyes, this smile was like a devil crawling out of hell!
"Are you Lin Beichen?"
"That...Lin Beichen who single-handedly suppressed the entire Tiandu family and forced the clan leaders to kneel down?"
Deng Yan seemed to have thought of something terrible, and his body couldn't help but tremble like chaff.
"Lin Daojun, I didn't know it was you who came here. If I knew it was you, I wouldn't dare to do anything to you even if I had ten nerves. I...damn it! I'm blind!"
Deng Yan made a "click" sound and knelt down directly in front of Lin Beichen, sweating profusely.
You must know that the Deng family is only a second-rate family in Tiandu. During the last banquet of the Liu family, the Deng family was only at the bottom of the list.
Any one of the Wang family, Liu family, or Li family can crush the Deng family. Even if the ancestor of the Deng family is here today, Lin Beichen can make him kneel down!
What's more, it's him?
"What? What is the origin of this young man? He actually made the eldest son of the Deng family kneel down?"
"Yeah, it's so strange. Why does the eldest young master of the Deng family seem to be afraid of him? This is unreasonable!"
"Really, this is simply too strange. The young master of the Deng family has always been arrogant and domineering, and has never taken anyone seriously. Doesn't this young man have a good background?"
The people around him were talking a lot, and everyone felt extremely unbelievable.
"Master Deng, what happened here?"
At this moment, an old voice came, and Master Wang Ruhu actually came down. Looking at Deng Yan who was sweating all over his face, he was a little surprised.
"Just now he said that Master Wang's calligraphy was mediocre, and Master Deng said a few words to him. As a result, this person got into trouble, and the trouble became like this."
There were fans of Master Wang Ruhu at the scene who opened their mouths to explain, but their words were very evasive.
"Hmph, although I dare not compare my calligraphy to that of Yan Liu, in the hot summer there are very few people who can match it. My friend said that my calligraphy is mediocre. Could it be that I am a disciple of some great calligrapher?"
All masters are somewhat arrogant, and Wang Ruhu is a very proud person.
If some people saw that Lin Beichen was just a young man, they would forget about it, but Wang Ruhu was not interested and seemed to be deliberately trying to embarrass Lin Beichen.
"Master, you... apologize to Master Wang quickly, he won't care!"
Hong Lei felt a little sad and took Lin Beichen's arm. One was her teacher...the person she admired in her heart. The other was the master she admired. It was really difficult to choose.
"I don't come from a calligraphy family, but I also feel that this calligraphy has no charm and is just a skill in conveying it tactfully."
Lin Beichen smiled lightly, but could not move forward.
Trash is trash, do you want him to apologize and say trash is treasure?
impossible!
"Hmph! What a loud tone! I, Wang Ruhu, am also a member of the Yanxia Calligraphers Association, but I was spoken so badly of by a young man like you! If you really have the ability, you can come up and show it off! If you can't write a few good words
, just shut up!"
Wang Ruhu almost blew his beard and glared. Just now he clearly wanted to give Lin Beichen a step down, but he didn't expect that the other party didn't appreciate it at all.
The point is, make your words worthless!
"Well, I haven't written for a long time, so my writing skills are a bit rusty, so I'll practice here with you today." Lin Beichen said calmly.