Chen Guangyang nodded and said: "Even Fan Liren, a leading figure in the art world in Beijing, highly praised his calligraphy and said that he is not as good as Wan Yunting's calligraphy."
"I have to say that that kid is indeed quite capable. I heard that his calligraphy skills are worth tens of millions."
Fang Tai drank wine, held a beautiful woman in his arms, and said with his legs crossed.
Ouyang Liqun took a sip of wine, smiled evilly, and then asked the young man in a red suit sitting on Chen Guangyang's left: "A Ming, how is it going in the United States?"
The rich boy named Huang Zhiming nodded and said respectfully: "Young Master, everything is normal at home. Regarding the matter you told me, the man named Jiang Wenhao returned to the United States a few days ago. It is said that he has been inquiring about our affairs recently!
"
"hehe."
Ouyang Liqun held the wine glass and smiled. Fang Tai and Chen Guangyang beside him turned to look at him. Ouyang Liqun smiled and said: "It's time for Wan Yunting to go to the United States for a trip!"
Huang Zhiming nodded: "I understand, I'll have someone do it later!"
Fang Tai and Chen Guangyang both laughed sinisterly. Ouyang Liqun continued to drink and looked at the sexy women dancing on the stage. Then Fang Tai leaned his head over and smiled evilly at him: "Young Master, I found a group of people.
School girls are all still young, why don't they come in and let you play?"
Ouyang Liqun's eyes narrowed slightly, and the smile disappeared from his mouth. Then he slapped the wine glass in his hand on the head of Fang Tai, who was sitting next to him, without hesitation...
boom!
"ah…"
The glass suddenly shattered, and Fang Tai screamed. Chen Guangyang and Huang Zhiming were so frightened that they stood up and knelt on the ground. The women also turned pale and knelt on the ground one after another, lowering their heads and trembling all over.
, the atmosphere dare not come out...
Ouyang Liqun's expression suddenly changed and he looked fierce. He grabbed Fang Tai's collar and pulled him up. Seeing the blood dripping from the left side of his head, he gritted his teeth and roared ferociously at him: "Are you trying to kill us all?
ah?"
"Master Qun, Master Qun, I was wrong..."
Fang Tai, whose face was full of horror, was trembling with fear, shaking his head and kept shouting that he was wrong...
"asshole."
Ouyang Liqun pushed him hard onto the sofa, then turned to Chen Guangyang and Huang Zhiming, who were kneeling beside them, and said angrily: "Didn't I warn you before? You can do whatever you want in foreign countries, but here we are.
Domestically, if you dare to cause trouble outside and attract others' attention, don't blame me for being rude to you!"
"Yes, yes, young master, please calm down, I will send someone to send those students back now..."
Chen Guangyang, who was trembling, stood up quickly, asked someone to go upstairs with him, and took a group of student girls aged 16 to 18 in the room out of the house and sent them back...
As for these student girls, they were naturally tricked into coming in, so they didn't know where this place was, let alone Ouyang Liqun...
"Fangtai, this is the last warning to you. If you do it again, I will bury you with my own hands!"
Ouyang Liqun turned around, pointed at his kneeling on the ground and was shaking, covering his head with blood flowing out with one hand, and gave a final stern warning.
"Yes, Young Master. I remember it. I will never dare to do it next time. No, no, no, there will be no next time. Calm down..." Fang Tai, shrouded in Ouyang Liqun's murderous aura, shivered all over and lowered his head in fear.
As he spoke, he didn't dare to say a word "no".
Ouyang Liqun snorted coldly, turned around and left. A beautiful woman came forward and wiped the blood on his hand with a silk scarf, because the wine glass exploded and cut his hand...
However, the reason why Ouyang Liqun warned Fang Tai Po Xue was that he did not want them to cause trouble in the country and attract other people's attention!
After all, this is not a foreign country. If they were found doing this business in China, even Ouyang Liqun, a descendant of the Ouyang family, one of the five major families in the capital, would not be able to withstand the severe punishment of Chinese law and justice!
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"Good words, really good words..."
At this time, in the huge study room on the first floor of Wan Yunting's villa, because the previous owner loved calligraphy, he built a huge study room with a simple and elegant desk and all the four treasures of the study room. Wan Yunting held a book in his right hand.
With a brush, he wrote a poem in wild cursive handwriting. Pang Yuan, who was standing around, couldn't help but praise it repeatedly, but Ma Zhendong despised it: "Can you understand what the words are written? Just say it?"
"Pfft..."
The sisters-in-law standing beside them immediately covered their mouths and snickered. Pang Yuan gave Ma Zhendong a look and said angrily: "Nonsense, you can understand it."
Immediately, Ma Zhendong pointed to the poem written by Wan Yunting and said: "This is Li Bai's Wanglu Mountain Waterfall, the sun shines on the incense burner and produces purple smoke..."
Now Pang Yuan looked at Ma Zhendong who had finished reading the poem with surprise, and said: "Okay, Old Ma, you can recognize such cursive words, are you confused?"
"Ha ha…"
Li Guohao on the side couldn't help laughing. Not to mention Pang Yuan, even he, his second brother, Lu Xiaodie and others could hardly understand the wild cursive calligraphy written by Wan Yunting.
"Tch, this is what the old man taught me."
Ma Zhendong pointed to his father Ma Jianguo next to him. He looked at the calligraphy written by Wan Yunting and nodded in praise: "Xiao Wan's handwriting is indeed good. The writing is strong, free and natural, with a charm and grandeur.
Wandering Dragon.”
"Uncle Ma, thank you."
Wan Yunting bowed his hand to him and smiled modestly.
"Then give me this calligraphy."
Pang Yuan immediately went up, struck first, and picked up the calligraphy. Ma Jianguo and Ma Zhendong immediately took action, "Hey, old man, you dare to grab it even if I'm standing here, put it down."
Pang Yuan smiled at Ma Jianguo: "Old man, this poem suits me. Please ask Yunting to write another one for you."
"No, Old Pang, this calligraphy is what my father likes. Put it down..." Ma Zhendong grabbed Pang Yuan's arm, pointed at him and said loudly.
"Hey, Yun Ting didn't write it for you, so why should we argue about the order..."
Pang Yuan glared and shouted at Ma Zhendong, which made You Yumin behind him anxious, "Old Pang, give the word to Mr. Ma quickly, why are you robbing me..."
Seeing Pang Yuan and Ma Zhendong shouting for the calligraphy, making the second brother and second sister-in-law embarrassed, Wan Yunting quickly stopped them: "Okay, okay, don't fight, I will write now, and you will all have it tonight."
,Okay?"
"Did you see it? Yun Ting wrote it for you."
Pang Yuan took the opportunity to put away the calligraphy and gave Ma Zhendong a rolling look. Ma Jianguo stood beside him and said, "Xiao Wan, I'm going to read a poem. How about you write it for me in wild cursive calligraphy?"
"Okay, Uncle Ma, please read it."
Wan Yunting nodded with a smile, took the brush and dipped it in ink on the inkstone and scratched the tip of the brush. Ma Jianguo's old eyes suddenly widened slightly and he read: "I was drunk and read the sword by the light of the lamp, and I dreamed of the horn-blowing camp..."
"Xin Qiji's Po Zhenzi, this poem has good lyrics."
As soon as they heard the old man reciting this murderous poem on the battlefield, Pang Yuan, Li Guohao and others nodded. Even Wan Yunting perked up, and the brush in his hand turned into a sword unconsciously. As the old man's voice was sonorous and powerful,
Reciting this poem, Wan Yunting's pen tip surged with energy, and he brushed and walked on the rice paper...
It seemed as if they saw a man holding a long sword to assassinate on the ancient battlefield, one stroke at a time, one sword at a time, and the black ink was like a river of blood on the battlefield. Ma Zhendong and Li Guohao, who were standing by and watching, couldn't help but be fascinated.
The brush in Wan Yunting's hand was deeply attracted to him, and his ears seemed to be filled with the sound of horse hooves and fighting on the battlefield...
"Finish the affairs of the king and the world, and win fame during and after life.
Too bad it happened in vain!"
As Ma Jianguo's last emotional voice slowly fell, it seemed like Xin Qiji had woken up from a dream, but it was a pity that he had gray hair!
This is the old man's favorite poem, and he may have made great contributions to the country, so he is very moved by it.
At the same time, Wan Yunting put away his brush, and a calligraphy work containing the spirit of a sword appeared on the rice paper. His one stroke in particular was like a long sword piercing him. Ma Zhendong next to him was suddenly shocked and couldn't help it.
He said excitedly: "The momentum is like a rainbow, Yun Ting, your calligraphy seems to let me see the momentum of fighting on the ancient battlefield. It is definitely a good calligraphy."
"Indeed."
Li Guohao's eyes widened and he couldn't help but give Wan Yunting a thumbs up and said: "It feels like a sword is stabbing me. When people see it, they feel terrified and murderous."
"Well, this calligraphy is more powerful than the one just now..."
Even the sisters-in-law Cheng Qiuhe, Liu Yajie, You Yumin and Wang Chulin, who did not know calligraphy, nodded in praise and felt that Wan Yunting's calligraphy was more powerful than the one just now.
"Brother, you used sword intent again!"
Lu Xiaodie on the side looked at his calligraphy and said.
Wan Yunting nodded and said with a smile: "After listening to the old man reading this poem, I couldn't help but resonate with it, but I have restrained myself."
Lu Xiaodie nodded. Although his calligraphy also contained the meaning of Qi, Ji and Sword, it was much more restrained than the one given to her. Otherwise, it would definitely be like a scene where she was frightened at the Lanting Award Competition.
…
The old man Ma Jianguo liked this work very much and said with a smile: "I will have it framed later and hang it in the living room for everyone to enjoy."
Wan Yunting smiled and said, "I will have it framed and sent to you tomorrow."
"Okay, then you can write me another one in thin gold style, okay?"
Ma Jianguo smiled happily.
"Oh, just let Xiao Wan write one. I want two more."
Aunt Huang Xiu'e rolled her eyes at him, and Ma Jianguo turned to glance at the old woman and said, "Who told Xiao Wan that his calligraphy is so good? I want to go back and show off to Old Chen Tou and the others, but that won't work."
These words made Ma Zhendong and Pang Yuan laugh. They also knew that at this age, the old man likes to show off and compare with these things...
Next, Wan Yunting wrote another one in thin gold style for Ma Jianguo. Of course, Ma Zhendong, Pang Yuan, and Li Guohao were also included. Even the second brother couldn't help but want one to hang in the living room...
Of course, if Pang Yuan, Ma Zhendong and others want this word, they will not sell it. Although they are not short of money, they will not do it...