"Nonsense, just because you can see Mr. Fang's calligraphy?"
Yu Hongying's face was full of displeasure on the spot, and she glared at Wan Yunting with disdain, and sneered: "Mr. Fang is a master of contemporary calligraphy in Lingnan Province. His calligraphy and calligraphy treasures, how can it be said by a little person like you?"
We can see each other, are you worthy?"
"Aunt Yu, don't look down on others."
These words made Jiang Peipei unhappy and said: "Actually, Yun Ting and I are both Uncle Fang's daughters..."
"Xiaowan!"
Suddenly, a surprised voice came from outside the private room door. The person who came was none other than Fang Guowen, who was having dinner with several of his friends in Deyue Tower. As a result, he just passed by the private room door. The door was not closed, and he saw Wan Yun inside.
Ting, Fang Guowen came in in surprise and smiled: "Xiao Wan, it's really you."
Wan Yunting turned his head and saw Fang Guowen coming in. He was also surprised and smiled: "Uncle Fang, you are here to eat too."
"yes."
Fang Guowen held a folding fan in his hand and pointed to a few friends outside, "I came over for a drink with my friends tonight, and I happened to see you there, so I came in to say hello."
"I see."
Wan Yunting also smiled and nodded slightly to Fang Guowen and his friends in the literary world.
"You, you are Mr. Fang Guowenfang!"
However, Jiang Kangping next to him looked at Fang Guowen with shock in his eyes, and even felt a little incredible.
Wang Mingye, Yu Hongying, and their son Wang Teng had obviously never met Fang Guowen in person, but upon hearing Jiang Kangping's surprised expression, they recognized that the man who came in to greet Wan Yunting was Fang Guowen. Wang Teng's family looked stunned.
Stunned.
"Xiao Wan, who are these?"
Fang Guowen naturally does not know Jiang Kangping and his wife, as well as Wang Mingye and his wife.
However, Wan Yunting felt a little embarrassed. After all, he came to attend the dinner as Jiang Peipei's boyfriend tonight, and he did not expect to meet Fang Guowen.
Because he was with Fang Yanxi, Fang Guowen and the others knew about it!
"Uncle Fang, do you still remember me?"
Immediately, Jiang Peipei pointed at herself, and Fang Guowen smiled and said: "Yan Xi and I are college classmates. When I was in college, I went to your house once."
"College classmate?"
Fang Guowen was confused, of course he didn't remember Jiang Peipei, and said: "It turns out that you and Xiao Wan are both Yan Xi's college classmates."
"yes."
Jiang Peipei nodded, then immediately pointed at her parents and said with a smile: "These are my parents."
"Hello..."
After hearing this, Fang Guowen politely smiled and nodded to say hello to Jiang Kangping and his wife. Jiang Kangping and Luo Wenyu also said hello quickly, "Hello Mr. Fang, I didn't expect to see you tonight. It's such an honor."
This scene made Wang Mingye, Yu Hongying, and Wang Teng next to them look surprised and even more puzzled. Seeing this, the person in front of them was Fang Guowen, the famous calligrapher in Huadu City.
However, he seems to have an unusual relationship with Jiang Peipei, his so-called boyfriend!
"Hey, this calligraphy is..."
At this time, Fang Guowen noticed the long calligraphy scroll placed on the table. He couldn't help but step forward and take a closer look. When he saw that the signature and seal in small letters were really his name, he couldn't help but frown slightly, showing doubts.
With an expression on his face, he said: "I don't think I have written this character before. How did it come about?"
"Ah, you haven't written it before?"
As soon as these words came out, Jiang Kangping was shocked.
Wang Mingye, Yu Hongying, and Wang Teng looked even more stunned.
Fang Guowen nodded and tapped the calligraphy with the folding fan in his hand. It seemed that he could see that someone imitated his handwriting and said, "Yes, this calligraphy was definitely not written by me, but someone imitated my handwriting.
"
"I never thought that those shameless people would imitate me!"
Seeing that Fang Guowen was a little angry, Wan Yunting smiled and said: "Uncle Fang, this shows that you are very famous."
Being teased like this, Fang Guowen laughed and said: "Xiao Wan, please don't make fun of me. If I want to say who is more famous in Huadu City now, it's you Wan Yunting. By the way, next month is the National Calligraphy and Art Pavilion Competition.
Yes, I have signed up for you, so you must go and participate when the time comes."
"Well, I will definitely go when I have time."
Wan Yunting nodded and smiled.
However, Wang Mingye and Yu Hongying, as well as Wang Teng and his family, looked gloomy and uncertain. Jiang Kangping did not expect that this calligraphy was actually an imitation and not Fang Guowen's original work. "Mr. Fang, this calligraphy is really not your own handwriting."
written?"
Returning to this topic, Fang Guowen nodded and said: "Yes, this calligraphy was definitely not written by me. After all, I will have an impression of it every time I launch a work. There is also a cursive font of this calligraphy, although it imitates it very much like mine.
My handwriting has not been imitated in some places, so this calligraphy is an imitation made by someone else."
"By the way, how did you get this calligraphy?"
These words made Wang Mingye, Yu Hongying and Wang Teng's family feel cold. They did not expect that this calligraphy was not Fang Guowen's original work.
"Who did you buy it from?"
Fang Guowen glared and said seriously: "A group of people have recently appeared in our Huadu City, who specialize in imitating other people's calligraphy and handwriting, and causing harm to people everywhere with fake ones. So if you encounter this kind of situation, you must call the police."
For a moment, the eyes of Wan Yunting, Jiang Peipei, and Jiang Kangping and his wife fell on Wang Teng's family. Their faces were very ugly, even extremely embarrassed.
I spent hundreds of thousands to buy this calligraphy, which was originally intended to be given to Jiang Kangping to facilitate his marriage.
The result is better now. Wang Teng was deceived into buying a fake calligraphy painting. Now the author showed up and revealed on the spot that the calligraphy was fake. Would this not make the three Wang family members so embarrassed that they wanted to dig into a mouse hole?
"Wang Teng, you have so much money. If you don't hurry up and tell me who you bought this calligraphy from, call the police now. Maybe you can get your money back."
Jiang Peipei said this to Wang Teng deliberately with a sneer in her eyes with contempt.
This made Wang Teng's face even more ugly and he couldn't say a word. The same was true for his parents. It was so embarrassing.
Wan Yunting smiled, and then said to Fang Guowen: "Uncle Fang, aren't you going to have dinner with your friends? Don't keep them waiting."
"Well, then you can come to my house later and we can have a few drinks with the old man."
When Fang Guowen saw this scene, it seemed quite complicated. After hearing what Wan Yunting said, he didn't stay much longer, said hello to Jiang Kangping and the others and went out.
"Xiao Teng, put it away quickly."
Wang Mingye felt that his face was shameless at this moment. He didn't expect that his son was deceived and bought a calligraphy painting as a gift to Jiang Kangping. It was really embarrassing.
Wang Teng could only quickly put away the long calligraphy scroll and threw it directly under the table. At this moment, his face was gloomy, thinking about going back to settle the score with the guy who sold his calligraphy.
"Ahem, let's eat."
Jiang Kangping naturally knew that the three Wang family members were embarrassed and quickly changed the subject.
"Yes, yes, eat quickly, otherwise the food will get cold..."
Yu Hongying also said with a smile, but her smile was uglier than crying.
"Come on, Lao Jiang, open this bottle of wine and drink."
Wang Mingye opened the bottle of 30,000-yuan moss and poured it directly for Jiang Kangping and the others. Jiang Peipei also reached out and took the bottle of moss and poured it for Wan Yunting, smiling: "A bottle of 30,000-yuan moss."
A bottle of wine, we must try it."
"Well, drink two more drinks..."
Yu Hongying squinted at Wan Yunting and Jiang Peipei with resentful eyes, biting her back teeth and speaking.
Jiang Kangping and Wang Mingye had a drink, smacked their lips, and felt that the 30,000-yuan Maotai wine seemed to be almost the same as ordinary wine.
Wan Yunting also picked up the wine glass and took a sip of the wine. He immediately felt that something was wrong with the taste of the wine, so he raised the corner of his mouth and smiled, then put the glass down.
"What's wrong?"
Jiang Peipei turned her face and looked at him. Wan Yunting smiled at her and whispered: "Fake wine!"