Xueshen: Almighty part-time job system

He Jian was dumbfounded on the spot when he heard Mr. Sun's words!

Not to mention him, even the other guests were stunned and confused.

"Exactly the same?"

He Jian felt that his lips had lost moisture and were a little dry, so he repeated a sentence blankly, his tone full of disbelief.

He Liang looked calm at the table, and was a little surprised in his heart.

Of course he knew that the real work in He Jian's hand was a fake, but he didn't expect that someone would actually see it!

Moreover, it was pointed out openly!

He stared at Sun Jian.

It can only be said that this old man is as straightforward as Kuang San said.

Shaking his head slightly, He Liang instantly felt that many people's eyes were focused on him.

There were quite a few people who wanted to see the expression of He Liang, who was also a direct descendant of the He family.

It's just that He Liang's face was calm, neither happy nor sad, so they couldn't see anything.

Sun Jian was at the main table, laughing.

"A few years ago, I went to Yanjing and saw authentic works."

"And next to the authentic works, there are a few imitations confirmed by national experts, which were imitated by Wang Xizhi's disciple 'Wang Jiao'!"

He said lightly, dispelling everyone's doubts.

"It's exactly the same as yours!"

Everyone suddenly realized: "No wonder there is Wang Xizhi's seal, it turned out to be imitated by his disciples!"

Sun Jian continued, breaking He Jian's last illusion.

"Look at the signature!"

He Jian looked quickly, and there were indeed three large characters of Wang Xizhi on it!
"Don't you feel that something is empty?" Sun Jian's eyes were dim.

It's fine if Sun Jian doesn't talk about it, but when He Jian talks about it, it seems that there are one or two lines left here?

In terms of layout, it is indeed a bit awkward!

"Someone deliberately erased the words below!" Sun Jian snorted coldly: "Maybe it's disciples or Wang Jiao!"

He Jian seemed to be hit by a bolt from the blue, his expression was dull, and his already pale face lost all color in an instant.

Sun Jian's vision is vicious, and his analysis is well-founded. Even He Jian has already believed in his heart that this is a fake!
"Xianjuan Pavilion!"

In an instant, anger almost exploded from his chest!

He bit his lip tightly, his whole body was shaking like a sieve, and the veins in his neck were throbbing violently!

Thinking of the face of that boss, he can't wait to raise his knife and leave now!

Sun Jian glanced at He Jian again, he was used to seeing this kind of expression too much, and said with a sneer:

"A place like Antique Street has always paid attention to eyesight. Even if you buy a fake one, you can only blame your own eyesight!"

"You love me, who is to blame?"

These words made He Jian's complexion turn pale.

The last fig leaf was torn away, and even the angry person could not be found!

He could feel that the eyes gathered around him, but it was different from the previous amazement.

That's fun!

"Are you kidding me!" His heart was bleeding, four hundred million!
The most important thing is that if you fail to pretend, you will be reduced to a joke instead!
Sun Jian chuckled: "Of course, after all, it's a copy of Wang Xizhi's disciple. Now, it can still be sold for several million."

Wang Jiao is not very famous in history.

How much did this value drop at once?

These words made He Jian feel even more uncomfortable.

He Hua on the side shook his head lightly, and said, "This is your wish, whether it's true or not, I like it very much!"

He stopped Sun Jian from continuing.

He Jian's complexion was pale, and after saying a few words, he stepped down in despair.

This farce is extremely embarrassing!
He Liang felt that He Jian was unlucky, and if he was exposed in public like this, it would be social death.

Sun Shu let out a hehe laugh, which was very meaningful.

"Sun Shu!"

When He Jian heard the laughter, he couldn't help but gritted his teeth with an angry face.

"He Jian, your luck is not very good." Sun Shu smiled lightly, but the laughter sounded harsh to He Jian.

Meaningful, like a sneer, shrimp and pig heart!

It was no secret that he and Sun Shu both pursued Ning Xue, and it was well known in the circle that the relationship between the two was poor.

Sun Shu didn't wait for He Jian to speak.

Standing up alone, a smile slowly emerged.

He walked towards the main table.

Everyone jumped in their hearts, Sun Shu was about to give a gift!
"I wish Grandpa He such blessings as the East China Sea, and a longer life than Nanshan!"

"I don't have anything from Sun Shu, so I beg the teacher to spend seven days making a calligraphy for you!"

Everyone present was surprised: "Calligraphy again?"

Not far away, someone brought up a pair of calligraphy!

That's a real lift!

About three meters long!

Sun Shu nodded, and immediately that person let go!

It is eight big characters written in lines!

Longevity, prosperity and prosperity!
The pen is vigorous, magnificent, and sharp, like a sharp sword!
Let everyone who sees it be shocked for the first time!

"Master Wangling spent seven days writing it?"

They woke up quickly and said in surprise.

Wang Ling, at the age of 63, is one of the best calligraphy masters in China!
He has mastered running script, regular script, official script and other fonts, and is the author of "The World's Breathing Soil", which is known as the first running script in modern times!

His reputation is huge!
Even, he is known as the sage of modern calligraphy!

The eyes of many people looking at Sun Shu changed a little!
They only thought that Sun Shu was an ordinary student of Wang Ling!
Could it be possible for Wang Ling to spend seven days writing this calligraphy?
Obviously, Sun Shu held an extraordinary position in Wang Ling's heart!

Sun Jian laughed loudly, blushing all over his face, as if showing off to He Hua: "Old Hua, I'll tell you the truth!"

"Xiao Shu has been confirmed by Master Wang Ling as a closed disciple!"

"Also identified as one of the two true disciples!"

Everyone was amazed, and they were even more shocked when they saw the calm Sun Shu in the field.

The value of this calligraphy alone, which took seven days to complete, is definitely not low. It is an exaggeration to say that it is hundreds of millions.

However, that's because Wang Ling is still alive, and there is no value-added reason for the sense of age.

In terms of artistic value, it is quite high!

Compared with Wang Xizhi's essays, it may not be much inferior!

"Made! Damn it!" He Jian said that he was the quintessence of the country, and he was so angry that he almost vomited blood!

This bastard, like him, gave calligraphy together!
However, what he just sent out was a fake!

This is simply paving the way for the bastard Sun Shu!

Now, all eyes were attracted by Sun Shu!

He is the focus of everyone!
Sun Shu chuckled and cast a glance at He Jian and He Liang.

Then clap your hands lightly.

Not far away, someone sent a pair of calligraphy!
"This is what I am going to write for you, and it can be regarded as imitating the teacher."

"Courtesy is light and affection is heavy, I hope you like it, Grandpa He!"

He looked confident, and the two spread out the scroll of calligraphy.

Immediately, a pair of calligraphy caught everyone's eyes again.

It is the same as that written by Wang Ling!
Three points less heavy, a bit more youthful spirit!

Outlining with the sharpness of the pen and slamming Fang Qiu, they are all sharp and full of vigor!
Even people who don't know calligraphy can tell that Sun Shu's technique is unusual and has the temperament of a master!
Sun Shu was calm and natural, with his back straight.

Enjoy the complex eyes from all sides, and feel extremely refreshed.

He, Sun Shu, is the focus. Suppress the focus of He Jian, Sun Ming, and He Liang!

Where his Sun Shu is, is where the stage flashlights focus!