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Chapter 109 Asking You to Explore the Path
Seeing that Ye Chen agreed to the old man's request, someone kindly persuaded him: "Young man, ignore him, this old man just wants to show his face."

"That is to say, as an elder, you should be tolerant."

"Calligraphy itself depends on the year. You are so old, how can you compare with a young man?"

Especially after seeing Ye Chen's blue takeaway clothes, many people looked at him more sympathetically.

Some people have even made up a big play in their minds.

A takeaway boy who is busy delivering food every day, but practices calligraphy in his spare time, hoping to gain spiritual salvation from it.

After finally coming to this calligraphy and painting conference, I wanted to communicate with my seniors, but was mercilessly humiliated by my seniors.

This kind of experience is really sad for those who hear it, and tears for those who see it.

Ye Chen didn't know what they were sympathizing with at first, until he deduced their guess from the few words of the crowd, and suddenly he couldn't laugh or cry.

The feelings themselves just want to communicate with the old man, and they have already risen to such a height in their hearts?

While some people sympathize, others naturally ridicule.

"You're the only one delivering food, and you still want to fight with seniors?"

This sudden voice sounded in the crowd, but Ye Chen felt a little familiar when he heard it.

Turning his head to look, he found that it was the man in the suit that he met at the door.

Ye Chen was suddenly happy, this is really better than meeting by chance.

The man in the suit walked up to Ye Chen proudly, and sneered disdainfully, "Smelly fish and rotten shrimp should stay where they should be, and don't run out to embarrass themselves."

Immediately without waiting for Ye Chen to reply, the man in the suit turned around with a respectful expression on his face, and said with a smile: "Senior, I am not talented, and I want to ask senior for advice."

The old man didn't want to say much about the painting, but just winked at the brush next to him, meaning to lift it up by himself.

The man in the suit hurriedly said: "Fu Wen, junior, please give me your advice, senior."

After introducing his identity, the man in the suit walked up to the bucket, ready to raise his pen.

Since someone wanted to test the water for him first, Ye Chen was naturally happy to see how much the man in the suit weighed, and then he retreated directly to the old man.

I saw the man in the suit standing in front of the barrel, rolled up his sleeves, with a heavy expression on his face.

Seeing Ye Chen looking at him from the corner of the eye, he couldn't help but sneer in his heart.

You silly boy, you have no idea who you're dealing with.

The reason why he suddenly took a step ahead of Ye Chen, apart from the fact that he couldn't understand Ye Chen's humiliation, the most fundamental reason was that he had guessed the identity of the old man.

That is an existence of extremely high seniority in the Shanghai Chamber of Commerce and even in the Shanghai Painting and Calligraphy Association.

Although the old man does not have any real power, seniority itself is a kind of strength. Nowadays, there are many real power factions in these associations who are all descendants of this old man, or have been taught by this old man.

Although the old man has a bad temper, his accomplishments in calligraphy and painting are few and far between in the entire magic city.

If he could make the old man look at him with admiration, Fu Wen would definitely be able to jump into the powerful class of the magic city in one step.

Not to mention reaching the sky in one step, but at least you have the qualifications to take that step.

And Ye Chen didn't know anything about it, he just felt that the old man's handwriting did have a trace of a master's demeanor.

"Old man, what do you think of this person?" Ye Chen raised his eyebrows.

The old man glanced at him, and said lightly: "Not enough to succeed, more to fail, full of profit, not great."

The old man knew very well that the man in the suit came up with that attitude, which made it clear that he had thoughts about himself, or about his identity.

But the young man in front of him didn't feel any greed from him, or the desire for fame and fortune.

The old man looked into Ye Chen's eyes, as if he could only see a majestic sea, calm and peaceful.

Few young people can have this state of mind.

"Old man, your calligraphy is drawn with silver hooks and iron, and the pen is as sharp as a knife. Thinking about it, you should be close to the realm of a master." Ye Chen suddenly said.

The old man's expression was startled. His purpose of fighting this time was to see if anyone could inspire him and give him a chance to break through as a master.

But my own level is here, let others say that I am fighting with myself, it is good to be able to comment on my own words.

However, this young man clearly stated his current level in one sentence.

A master in painting and calligraphy is essentially a very illusory concept, because there is no actual criterion for judging.

But a true master needs an opportunity, and that will be another world.

The old man suddenly felt that his chance to break through to the master probably lay with this young man.

As for the man in the suit, he was already holding the writing brush with one hand, steadied his horse, and raised it vigorously.

Whoa!
The brush came out of the ink bucket directly, causing spots of ink to splash down, and the man in the suit blushed instantly.

The brush was heavier than he imagined.

Ye Chen looked at the man in the suit jokingly. According to his judgment, this man lasted for at most 2 minutes.

Sure enough, just one minute later, the man in the suit began to wobble, and his figure was about to shake. Looking closely, his eyes were bloodshot and his teeth were clenched, obviously unable to hold on.

At this moment, the man in the suit only felt that his right hand was as stiff as a stone, almost unable to feel the existence of his right hand.

From the corner of his eye, he drifted towards the old man, seeing that the expression on the old man's face did not fluctuate in the slightest, the man in the suit gritted his teeth and vowed to survive for 3 minutes no matter what.

Under the crowd's onlookers, the man in the suit raised his hand for three and a half minutes above ordinary people, and then let go of it abruptly.

The writing brush was smashed into the bucket, and the man in the suit sat down on the ground, his face flushed, and he changed from his indifferent appearance just now.

"Old man, what do you think of me?" The man in the suit looked expectantly at the old man.

The old man apologized disdainfully: "Trash, I didn't make it through 5 minutes."

The man in the suit's face suddenly became stiff, and the people around him also let out low-pitched laughter.

"Hahaha, if you pretend to fly, you can't really do it."

"It looks well dressed, but I didn't expect it to be a waste."

"Look, the old man is not satisfied with him."

Everyone talked to each other, and the air was full of joy.

Ye Chen didn't join in the ridicule, instead he glanced at the old man and asked if he could go.

The old man waved his hands impatiently: "Hurry up, don't waste my time."

Ye Chen nodded, walked towards the man in the suit, and stood beside him.

Seeing this, the man in the suit sneered, "I can't even do it, you think you can..."

The second half of the sentence was directly hoarse in his throat.

I saw Ye Chen holding the writing brush with his right hand, and he picked up the writing brush casually!

(End of this chapter)