Old man Xu looked at Qin Jianhe and then at Qin Luo. He didn't want to get involved in their family affairs, so he took the scroll and left.
Qin Jianhe sneered: "You think you can stop me? Mr. Zhang will definitely meet me after seeing my son's name. There is no way you want to ruin the Qin family's business."
Speaking of excitement, he took the scroll from old man Xu's hand and spread it out on the table.
I saw a painting spread out, it was a dignified and elegant thin gold body. Old man Xu opened his eyes wide when he saw it, and said one after another: "Good calligraphy, good calligraphy!"
Many people have been attracted by the movement here, and they all came over to take a look. After seeing the calligraphy on the table, they nodded in appreciation.
Qin Jianhe was very proud and said with a smile: "I just suffered the disadvantage of being uneducated. I have nothing to be proud of these years, but my son is extremely talented and will definitely become a master of calligraphy in the future."
Everyone had some contempt for Qin Jianhe, and now they are a little envious when they see Qin Jianhe saying that this calligraphy was written by his son.
Nowadays, there are too many families with a tiger father and a dog son. Everyone hopes that their children will become successful and have at least one skill. However, the reality is often the opposite. Even if you inherit the family business, it is often difficult to make a big improvement, let alone attainments in other areas.
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Most of the people present were cultural figures, and they all hoped to have a cultural celebrity behind them.
Qin Jianhe's son was able to establish a name in Yucheng with just one name. For a while, everyone wanted to get close to Qin Jianhe and asked Qin Jianhe if the son was single now.
He glanced at Qin Luo and snorted, which seemed to mean that you will never be able to catch up with my son in your lifetime.
Qin Luo laughed and asked Lao Liu to prepare the pen and ink.
Others gathered around Qin Jianhe to admire the calligraphy, and Qin Jianhe seemed to be held up by the stars.
Qin Luo picked up the pen and without hesitation at all, he splashed ink on the paper.
Lao Liu and Zhang Qingxue didn't know how to calligraphy, but they felt that Qin Luo's brushwork was drifting and his thick brushwork was impressive.
Neither of them expected Qin Luo to have this skill, and they were both surprised.
In fact, calligraphy has always coincided with the way of heaven. Qin Luo was able to spy on the secrets of heaven in the past, and his magnanimity was unmatched by everyone present combined.
Just when he was watching other people's brush strokes, Qin Luo had already understood that this technique was actually similar to some sword techniques. And those people's techniques were simply clumsy. Qin Luo thought about a set of brush techniques that integrated sword techniques.
It's all done in one go on paper.
Zhang Qingxue picked it up and blew it dry, looking at Qin Luo with a bit more admiration in her eyes.
The three of them walked to Qin Jianhe and Old Man Xu. Qin Luo asked Lao Liu to hand the calligraphy to Old Man Xu: "This is what I just wrote. Please give this handwriting to Mr. Zhang as well."
Qin Jianhe laughed loudly when he heard this: "What, you can't stand this? How dare you use such nonsense?"
Everyone looked at Qin Luo and saw that he could only turn around and couldn't write a few strokes in cursive.
Old man Xu also shook his head: "Mr. Zhang is very busy."
He also had a respectful and insensitive expression, and not everyone's words could be sent in.
If Qin Jianhe hadn't been from the Qin family and used the money, he wouldn't have considered sending it in.
Zhang Qingxue walked up and said with a smile: "Teacher, please tell Mr. Zhang that this is a gift from Mr. Long's friend. If Mr. Zhang doesn't want to see it, you can just throw it away."
Old man Xu narrowed his eyes, accepted both words, turned around and walked upstairs.
Qin Jianhe looked at Qin Luo: "I really don't know where you get your confidence from? Do you know how much effort and resources I spent on cultivating my son? You have only studied for a few days.
Character?"
Qin Luo narrowed his eyes and looked at Qin Jianhe: "If my father was alive, of course I would have such an opportunity, but who caused all this?"
Qin Jianhe stuttered: "Shit, even if your father is alive, it still depends on whether you have such a talent?"
Qin Luo laughed: "To be honest, I haven't learned any techniques before today, and I'm just imitating them, but this is enough."
Qin Jianhe laughed loudly when he heard this: "Just learned it? Do you think you are a genius?"
The people next to him shook their heads, feeling that Qin Luo was humiliating himself. If Mr. Zhang knew about it, he would be so angry that he would curse others.
Qin Luo is insulting calligraphy and insulting everyone present.
Everyone else pointed at Qin Luo.
"How did such a person get in?"
"Why does everyone get in here?"
"Also calligraphy, I think it's just children's graffiti."
Zhang Qingxue was furious and shouted: "I think Mr. Qin writes very well. I think he writes better than all of you."
This remark caused everyone to burst into laughter, and Zhang Qingxue also blushed, but not out of shame, but out of urgency.
She has an inexplicable confidence in Qin Luo. Even if Qin Luo has just learned it, his writing must be excellent.
Qin Jianhe crossed his arms and sneered: "Teacher Xu will come out later, and we will appreciate your masterpiece together."
Old man Xu came to Boss Zhang's study with two pieces of calligraphy. At this time, he was wearing gloves and holding a magnifying glass, and he was studying a piece of stele rubbing with his fingers one by one.
When he heard someone walking in, he raised his head: "What's wrong, Lao Xu?"
Old man Xu put the scroll brought by Qin Jianhe on the table: "Mr. Zhang, look at this calligraphy. Someone just sent it. It was written by a young man. I think it looks good."
He did not directly say that this was sent by Qin Jianhe, but first asked Boss Zhang to read the words first.
The scroll was spread out, and Old Man Xu said proudly: "Although he is young and immature, he has the style of everyone."
Boss Zhang lay down and looked at it carefully, and couldn't help but nod: "Yes, yes, if it is really written by a young man, then it is really remarkable. It can be called a silver hook and an iron stroke, but..."
He frowned and continued: "It's just that although the font is drifting, it doesn't have a harmonious feeling, which is a pity."
Old man Xu nodded: "After all, he is a young man, and he has taken great pains to figure out each stroke. It is reasonable for him not to be harmonious."
Boss Zhang laughed: "Old Xu, I can ask you to bring it in person. I think this person must have something to ask me for."
Old man Xu also chuckled: "This man is Qin Jianhe's son. Qin Jianhe brought him here personally this time. He wants to talk to you about the recent business."
Boss Zhang took off his glasses to wipe them and said casually: "I didn't want to ask more about the troublesome things in the Qin family. Since Qin Jianhe came here in person, I understand what he meant. Let him in."
Boss Zhang already knows what Qin Jianhe's plan is and what the Qin family's plan is. This time it's just a matter of abandonment. He doesn't want his business to suffer losses. This time he agreed to Qin Jianhe's request. The Qin family can't do it without ceding some profits.
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Old man Xu nodded, turned around and walked out of the study, holding the calligraphy that Qin Luo had just given in his hand, and threw it directly into the trash can at the door.
Boss Zhang has already agreed to meet Qin Jianhe, and the matter they discussed has basically been settled. Why should he create complications? What Qin Luo wrote casually may be a good thing, but taking it out will only make Boss Zhang unhappy.
The paper ball was thrown into the trash can, but there was no
If you throw it in, it will roll right out. A gust of wind will pass by and it will roll to the door of Boss Zhang.
"This Lao Xu!"
Boss Zhang is a mysophobic person. He walked to the door a few steps and couldn't help but pick it up. When he saw ink stains on it, he opened it and looked at it.
It didn't matter, he almost lost his footing.
"Old Xu! Old Xu!"
The old man Xu had not gone far when he heard Boss Zhang shouting and turned around hurriedly. He saw Boss Zhang holding a crumpled piece of paper, which he had clearly discarded just now.
He hurriedly said: "An ignorant boy also came to send a message. I pretended to accept it and was going to throw it away casually. Does it make you angry? I will ask someone to drive him out."
Boss Zhang waved his hand, took the crumpled words and returned to the desk to smooth them out: "Read it again!"
Old man Xu looked over doubtfully and sat down on the chair.
I saw only eight big characters on the paper, written in one go, and the heroic atmosphere seemed to jump out of the paper.
"Heaven's cycle, retribution is unpleasant!"
These words seemed to explode in their eyes and minds. The Demon Lord's calligraphy may not be very skillful in technique, but he has a magnanimity that others can hardly match in their lifetime.
It was like an invincible general who had defeated hundreds of people on the battlefield and swept through thousands of armies. He rushed into the enemy camp alone, cut off the enemy chief's head, and rode his horse.
This breathtaking aura, murderous and righteous at the same time, makes people look intimidated, and even look at him with fear.
Even though both of them are collectors and have countless valuable calligraphy and paintings in their hands, they have never seen such calligraphy.
Boss Zhang couldn't help but gesture with his fingers and start copying, and then he felt dizzy.
He has never copied everyone's calligraphy, but this calligraphy, with a few simple strokes but infinite variations, is by no means as simple as it seems.
"Where is the person who wrote this?"
Old man Xu was also sweating profusely. Did he really make a mistake? Qin Luo turned out to be a secretive person?
"It's downstairs, still downstairs!"
Everyone was waiting for Mr. Xu's response. Qin Jianhe was full of confidence. He knew his son's level. It was just a piece of cake to impress Boss Zhang. It wouldn't be too difficult to handle the Qin family's business.
Not long after, I saw a man with gold-rimmed glasses walking down the stairs. He was wearing a loose shirt and walking vigorously. He seemed to be only in his fifties.
At this time, his eyes were shining with excitement and surprise.
This man is exactly what others call Mr. Zhang, the Boss Zhang that Qin Jianhe is looking for.
As he went downstairs, he asked, "Where is that handsome young man?"
Qin Jianhe hurriedly took a step forward: "Boss Zhang, I have been waiting for you for a long time."
Boss Zhang glanced at Qin Jianhe, but he was not as enthusiastic as Qin Jianhe imagined. He narrowed his eyes: "I understand what you mean, you can go back first!"
Qin Jianhe was stunned. Boss Zhang probably wanted to see his son.
He hurriedly said: "Don't worry, I will call my son over right away."
Boss Zhang frowned: "Your son's handwriting is pretty good, but compared to the young man who picked up the pen on the spot...hey, is it still too far behind?"
Qin Jianhe was stunned. Old man Xu had already walked up to Qin Luo and bowed deeply: "Mr. Qin, my old man has lived a long life in vain, but he is blind and cannot recognize Mount Tai."
Boss Zhang also came up and bowed deeply to Qin Luo: "I will die with no regrets if I can see such brushwork in my lifetime. Please come to my study to discuss it in detail."