My charming CEO wife

Everyone looked at Mr. Wei.

Mr. Wei said lightly:

"Mr. Lin, I will transfer the money to your account later, and then send someone to pick up the writing."

After Mr. Wei finished speaking, he turned and left.

"What's the matter with this white fox face?"

Lu Chen frowned.

This calligraphy can be sold for [-] billion yuan, greatly breaking the auction record for domestic literary works.

It's a complete blessing.

The crowd started to applaud.

Turned into a mountain whistling tsunami.

Enduring.

……

Lu Chen picked up the microphone and said:

"Everyone, a few days ago, I promised many people here that I would write a letter to them. Now is the time for me to fulfill my promise."

Someone below said:

"Mr. Lu, if you give it to us for free, we wouldn't dare to take it. It would be a blasphemy to your calligraphy. You can just write, and we can freely bid for what we want..."

"That's right, Mr. Lu, you can just write. As long as the writing is good, we can't pay [-] billion. Tens of millions will not be a problem."

Those wealthy businessmen and gentry spoke one after another.

Lu Chen nodded.

Lin Qiu had already informed him about this matter.

What these businessmen want is not just his words, but to improve his reputation and favorability in front of Li Jinglue.

Both parties take what they need.

"I made a count that day, and there were a total of 120 eight people who did not participate in the cruise ship auction, so I will write 120 eight characters today."

Lu Chen turned to look at Lin Qiu:

"Old Lin, I wonder if you can bring me two boxes of wine? 120 characters are really too many. I really can't write it if I borrow some alcohol."

"What's so difficult about that?"

Lin Qiu waved his hand.

Immediately, a waiter brought over two boxes of special Moutai.

They have seen Lu Chen drink a lot, and he can't pour a thousand glasses.

Don't worry about him getting drunk.

"Honey, polish the ink for me."

Lu Chen looked at Xia Shiqing.

Xia Shiqing nodded.

If Lu Chen wanted to write 120 characters in one go, he would be exhausted.

She has to polish the ink of 120 characters, and she will definitely be exhausted.

But for her own man, she is willing to do it.

Lu Chen smiled heartily and drank half a catty of spirits.

His eyes were reddish, and his ambition was intense.

Lay out the rice paper, dip it in ink, and write with a pen.

"Facing Jieshi in the east, you can see the sea. The water is so smooth, and the mountains and islands stand tall... The journey of the sun and the moon, if you come out of it. The stars and Han are brilliant, as if you come out of it."

The first one, "Viewing the Canghai" by Wei Wu Cao Cao, is a Han Li.

"A person should have the strength of character like a stone, and the mind like the sea. Although he can't reach it, he yearns for it. I like this song "Guan Canghai" very much. I wonder if you are satisfied?"

After finishing writing, Lu Chen looked around with a clear smile.

"It's a good piece of "Guan Canghai". Although I can't get a good sentence, I yearn for it...I am willing to pay 2000 million for this piece of Han Li!"

"Want to buy 2000 million too? I'll offer 500 million!"

"Twenty-six and a half million!"

……

"Thirty-one million!"

In the end, a Zhejiang businessman made the final decision and bought this Hanli "Viewing the Canghai" at a price of 500 million.

Lu Chen drank another half bottle of wine and continued to write.

"The reeds are green, and the white dew is frost. The so-called Iraqis are on the side of the water. If you follow it back, the road is long and obstructed. If you follow it back, you will be in the middle of the water..."

The second one is about the well-known poem "Jianjia" in "The Book of Songs".

"My boy has read three hundred poems, and this poem "Jianjia" is my favorite. The so-called happiness is not lewd, and sorrow is not hurtful. It says: Thinking is innocent. This poem Jianjia is Xingkai. I hope you like it."

"What a picture of "Jian Jia", what a sentence of Si Wu Xie... I will pay 800 million!"

"1000 million!"

"200 million!"

……

"500 million!"

The last piece of "Jianjia" was taken by a famous lady with a bid of 500 million.

……

"The white horse is decorated with gold, and it gallops north and west. If you ask me who is the son, you are a knight-errant... sacrifice your life to go to the country, and see death as if you are home!"

The third piece, "White Horse Chapter" by Cao Xiang Wang Cao Zijian, is a cursive piece, which was purchased by an Huizhou merchant at a price of 300 million.

The fourth piece, Zhang Han's "Thinking of Wujiang Song", 200 million, the fifth piece, Tao Yuanming's "Ode to Jingke", 900 million, the sixth piece, Xie Lingyun's "Climbing the Lonely Islet in the River", 800 million...

No.20 eight pieces, Zhang Ruoxu's "Spring River Flower and Moon Night", 600 million... No.40 three pieces, Li Taibai's "Sleepwalking in Heaven", 100 million...

When writing Li Taibai's "The Difficult Road to Shu", Xia Shiqing really couldn't grind his ink, so Jiang Yiyi and Tang Mengmeng volunteered to replace Xia Shiqing and continue to grind ink for Lu Chen.

A picture of Xue Daoheng's "Returning Every Day", 200 million... No. 60 Three pieces of Wang Zhihuan's "Climbing the Stork Tower", 900 million... No. 70 Eight pieces of Wang Han's "Liangzhou Ci", 700 million... No.90 Eight "Eight Arrays" by the Ministry of Industry and Commerce, 100 million...

1 pieces, Zhang Ji's "Night Mooring at the Maple Bridge", 400 million... 126 pieces of Liu Changqing's "Farewell to Master Lingche", 800 million...

There are 28 characters in total.

At the end of the writing, Lu Chen's physical strength was amazing, and he was completely overdrawn, his face was pale, and he was sweating profusely.

There are two boxes of Moutai, a total of 24 bottles, and he drank only the last bottle left.

"Everyone, there are still the last two pictures. After writing...the last two pictures...I...I will seal my pen here, and I will never write any more copybooks in this life."

Lu Chen's drunken eyes were blurred, and he was a little incoherent.

Everyone in the audience shouted and applauded wildly.

They've gone mad.

Lu Chen has already written 120 six characters.

The font covers five types of calligraphy.

Big seal script and small seal script.

Yan Shu, Li Shu, ancient Li and now Han Li.

Regular script, Wei Bei, regular script.

Running script, running regular script, running cursive.

Cursive script, Zhang Cao, small grass, big grass, wild cursive...

The font of each character is different. There are 120 six characters, and there are 120 six variations.

It's not the scariest--

The most frightening thing is that he can write every type of font to the pinnacle, either on the basis of imitating the predecessors, adding his own understanding, or completely from his own creation...

It was completely understandable for everyone to hear Lu Chen say that he was going to close his pen.

In the past, there were hundreds of poems about Li Taibai fighting wine, but there are no more poems in the world.

Today, with him, Lu Chen, binge-drinking thousands of words, there are even more words in the world.

"127 pieces, Du Gongbu's "Jiangnan Meets Li Guinian"..."

Lu Chen took a deep breath, his chest swelled up, like a long whale swallowing water, writing with pen.

The handwriting gradually appeared, like a dragon and a snake flying.

It is another brand-new font, a cursive variant that completely breaks away from the barriers of the predecessors.

"I often see it in King Qi's residence, and Cui Jiutang has heard of it a few times before. It's a beautiful scenery in the south of the Yangtze River, and I meet you again when the flowers fall."

"Good! Good word!"

"Mr. Talent!"

"Heaven and man descend into the world!"

Everyone applauded again.

This handwriting was photographed by Lin Shu, with a price of 800 million.

"The last one, Chen Ziang's "Taiwan Song of Dengyouzhou"..."

Lu Chen smiled sassyly, with a chic posture, and continued to wave his brush.

Ink sprinkled on the green hills, iron hooks and silver paintings are his best wild grass.

"I don't see the ancients in the past, and I don't see the coming ones in the future. When I think about the long distance of the world, I feel sad and weep."

After writing this last line, Lu Chen drank the last sip of wine, then fell to the ground drunk, snoring like thunder, and fell asleep.

He was tired and drunk.

Drunk in the fragrance of calligraphy and calligraphy, drunk in the smoke of the prosperous Tang Dynasty.

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