Give one hundred million to answer the question

Chapter 108
"You are actually the vice president of the association at such a young age?"

"I didn't expect the vice president to have such a hobby...delivering food."

"You know what a fart! People call it experiencing people's livelihood!"

The moment people around learned of Ye Chen's "identity", they immediately began to fart.

There is no other reason. As the vice president of the Shanghai Chamber of Commerce, although he does not have that much power, he is the core of the wealthy circle in Shanghai.

What does the chamber of commerce do?

It is an organization of a group of wealthy business tycoons.

As the saying goes, the higher the level of people you know, the easier it is to make money.

There are tens of billions of assets in the capital city, and dozens of people, most of them are members of the chamber of commerce.

This kind of boss casually reveals a little word to ordinary people, which is enough for them to make a lot of money.

Many people thought of this possibility, and their gazes at Ye Chen gradually became abnormal.

Ye Chen didn't pay attention at all, he was discussing with the staff whether he could go in, when he suddenly felt a chill coming from behind him.

Turning around, I happened to meet everyone's eager eyes.

What do these people... want to do?
"President, do you have any thoughts on the recent stock market?"

"President! Which stock will fall tomorrow!"

"President, I have 30 in my hand, which product is better to invest in?"

The people around gathered together, eager to get some information from Ye Chen.

The chirping sound made Ye Chen feel dizzy. He hurried past the staff and rushed into the arena, leaving the poor staff to stop everyone.

"Everyone, please line up."

"Please don't hit the door."

"The president is also very busy... What about you! Come down for me! Don't climb over the wall!"

Ye Chen turned his head and found that someone was really trying to turn over from the wall beside him, so he couldn't help wiping off a cold sweat.

After walking for a long distance, Ye Chen could still hear the staff's angrily roaring.

But it didn't have much to do with him. The paintings and calligraphy in the surrounding exhibition had already completely attracted his attention.

As the owner of the god-level four arts, his aesthetic vision is undoubtedly extremely high, and the works of ordinary people simply cannot catch his eyes.

But even so, Ye Chen can still see a lot of eye-catching points from these paintings and calligraphy, and there are even one or two works that amazed him extremely.

Perhaps the technique is not proficient enough, but the artistic conception conveyed in calligraphy and painting is enough for people to ponder carefully.

Ye Chen wandered casually among various calligraphy and painting works, and stopped to watch when he saw a good one.

It has to be said that writing and painting is indeed a job that needs to be nourished. Just watching and tasting these paintings and calligraphy made Ye Chen's restless mood gradually calm down.

Ye Chen felt a lot more relaxed, and his steps became lighter, humming a little song, and when he was looking at a certain painting and calligraphy, he was suddenly attracted by a white wall not far away.

There is a pair of words written on the white wall, the pen is sharp and flowing, it looks like a towering mountain from a distance, and you can only look up.

And in front of the white wall, there is a huge brush and a bucket of ink, and an old man in plain clothes is sitting cross-legged beside the brush, closing his eyes and meditating.

Ye Chen was amazed, there are people writing on the white wall of the gymnasium, isn't he afraid that the white wall will be demolished after a while?
As a calligrapher, what he cares most about is of course being famous through the ages. If he wants to be famous through the ages, it is natural that his works must last long enough.

Otherwise, if you write on a demolition building, the building will be flattened in a blink of an eye, and the name will be passed down through the ages of a hammer.

There were also many people passing by, all looking at the old man with surprised eyes.

But the old man was extremely indifferent, completely turning a blind eye to the influence of the people around him.

Ye Chen thought for a while and walked forward.

The closer you get, the more shocking the form and meaning of that word, and each stroke is like a knife and an axe.

It is obviously just the simplest ink, but it seems to be deeply imprinted on the wall. For a moment, the sound of gold and iron can even be heard from it.

"Good word." Ye Chen stood in front of the old man, collected himself, and said in a deep voice.

Facing Ye Chen's praise, the old man remained unmoved and continued to sit still.

In the next second, he heard Ye Chen say loudly: "Unfortunately, there are some flaws."

The old man finally opened his eyes, and when he saw the face of the person in front of him clearly, there was a flash of anger in his eyes: "You say my handwriting is flawed? Young people, it is easy to make mistakes when you speak wild words."

The implication is that you don't have all your hair, you have a hammer to judge Lao Tzu's writing?

Ye Chen was not annoyed, and said with a smile: "Old man, why don't you let me try?"

When he saw the old man's handwriting earlier, he was aroused to want to write, and now he said this to the old man just to provoke the old man.

"Young man, do you know what I do here?" the old man asked in a deep voice.

"Old man, you put a pen and ink in front of the wall, and wrote a pair of your own words on the wall, while I sat quietly aside, just to fight for words." Ye Chen pointed to the bucket of ink, "Old man, do you want to Find someone who appreciates your words."

Douzi, to put it bluntly, is similar to Douwu and Douhua, a way of competition and communication.

It's just that the old man's approach is a lot more publicity. He directly wrote the words on the white wall, and everyone who comes and goes can see them. Rounding up is tantamount to provoking the entire stadium.

Hearing this, the old man was finally willing to look at Ye Chen squarely, but his tone was still a little disdainful: "It seems that you still have some knowledge, but it's not that simple if you want to fight words."

"Appreciate further details."

The old man got up, walked to the tall writing brush beside him, pointed to the writing brush inside and said: "If you can pick up this writing brush and hold it flat in front of your body for 10 minutes, you are qualified to fight with me. "

Many people had noticed the old man before, and when they saw Ye Chen taking the initiative to chat, everyone gathered around, wanting to watch the fun.

At this time, when they heard the old man make this request, one of them was dumbfounded.

Many of them are experts, and they can see that the pen holder of this brush is made of solid wood.

What is this concept?
Solid wood is different from those synthetic wood boards. Think about lifting a tree with your hands for 10 minutes, which is almost the same as the old man's request.

So when they heard the old man's request, everyone felt that this request was true and a bit embarrassing.

"Old man, you are not sincere."

"I can't even hold it with both hands for 10 minutes, let alone with one hand."

"That's right, how can this young man do it..."

Hearing this, the old man felt agitated, waved his hands and said, "Don't fart here, if you can do it, I will compare with you, old man, if you can't do it, get out!"

As soon as the words fell, Ye Chen's voice was heard.

"Old man, I promise you."

(End of this chapter)