Rich daughter?It turned out to be a fake celebrity

Chapter 91 Senior Management

He dared not say anything.He just stood there straight.

At this time, a tall building came over and said softly: "Mr. Lin, I have a photo of Mi Fu at home, do you think I can go back and get it for you?"

Although the word was valuable, the senior management didn't want to lose the chairman's face, so they said it through gritted teeth.

Even Denson was interested.He thinks he knows the chairman's preferences, and he can collect some famous calligraphy and paintings when he has time.

After all, the people present did not believe Lin Xian's words.

Lin Xian didn't care at all.He looked directly at the boss and said with a smile: "Please help the boss to get the pen, ink, paper and inkstone."

The boss was taken aback, and hurried to get the pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

Lin Xian spread a good piece of rice paper on a clean table.Denson immediately stepped forward, grinding the ink carefully.

Lin Xian looked at the brightness of the ink, dipped it with a brush, and praised: "Yes, boss, this is still a very good Hui ink."

The boss was taken aback when he heard this, and quickly gave Lin Xian a thumbs up.

I don't know how this young man's calligraphy is.But bosses really appreciate that insight.

You can immediately smell the royal tribute Da Hong Pao, and now you can easily see your own back ink.This young man is very talented!

Lin Xian picked up a brush and covered it with ink.People nearby were stunned.No one thought Lin Xian was serious.

At the moment, everyone is sitting there watching, but one by one, their hearts are hopeless.

Lin Xian picked up the brush and said softly, "I will write a word."

As soon as they heard this, contempt appeared on their faces.

Want to exchange such a good tea with one word?

Even if Mi Fu and Wang Xizhi are still alive, they dare not say such exaggerated words!
Lin Xian took a deep breath and wrote it down.

Following his movements, the entire space seemed to freeze.

The audience suddenly fell silent, and everyone watched his movements with bated breath.

Lin Xian's movements were slow, but they didn't look clumsy or contrived at all.Instead, it has a wonderfully slow beauty, in which there is rhythm.

It's like doing tai chi.Every action is full of rules and artistic conception.There seems to be no movement and no style, it's very natural.

But in the next second, Lin Xian's speed suddenly increased, as if the awesome changes between the movements of the masters were unstoppable.

People seem to be brought up by Lin Xian.Even their breathing is unintentionally fast and slow, which is quite magical.

For a while, everyone merged into the rhythm of Lin Xian's calligraphy.

I saw Lin Xian waving his pen and writing.

I feel like floating clouds and startled dragons.Iron books and silver hooks are unique in both ancient and modern times.

After the last pen was put away, Lin Xian put the pen back on the pen holder.

On the rice paper, there is a huge tea character.

The crowd could not help approaching, looking at the text on the table.

At a glance, everyone was stunned.

They seem to have entered a hundred tea gardens at once.Green tea is grown here, oolong tea is grown there.When you walk, the aroma of tea will enter your nose unconsciously.

The little buds of that tea tree are blooming towards you.

Between the thick dew, all kinds of tea are competing to emit the fragrance of tea.

all is well.The breeze brushes against your face, just like the girl you loved when you were young, playfully tickling you with the ends of your hair.

That kind of satisfaction almost fills all the pores of your body.

President Sun Dehai, the boss, all the old people, Danson and others were stunned.

Lin Xian looked back at those people who were completely immersed in the words, raised his eyebrows, picked up the small pot wearing the royal tribute red robe, and walked out.

As soon as he was out, there was a shout from inside the house.

Everyone stared at the word, feeling incredible fluctuations.

"I seem to have entered a hundred tea gardens just now. The word is good. I can see its power without losing it, and I can show my posture without boasting. My handwriting is fluent."

"Flowing clouds and flowing water, brush and ink like clouds and smoke. This is a good word that I have never seen before. I have seen it for a long time!"

"That's a great word!"

The president of the Calligraphy Association sighed as he looked at Lin Xian's handwriting.

I have grown up unreal in the past few years, but my calligraphy ability is not as good as others.

No, to be precise, my own words cannot compare with Lin Xian's!
If you put your own words together with Lin Xian's, it's like writing for fun!
The other elders are also knowledgeable people.The young man really wasn't lying.This word can be called the Three Emperors together with Mi Fu and Wang Xizhi!
Although Danson and others are not very proficient in calligraphy, they also saw this vision just now.

They were equally shocked, both in expression and emotion.

Where is the calligraphy?amazing!
After a while, Danson and the other geniuses came to their senses and found that Lin Xian had left, so they hurried out.

As soon as they walked out of the tea garden, they saw Lin Xian waiting for several people, exchanging small teapots.

Dansen and others immediately surrounded him, looked at Lin Xian calmly, and were stunned, speechless.

Lin Xian raised his wrist to look at the time, and murmured, "Should Xiaobing go to bed too?"

Then he looked at Denson and the others and said, "Okay, let's call it a day. I'll go back first."

After saying goodbye to them, Lin Xian also drove away.

At this time in the tea garden.

Master Sun quickly picked up the rice paper, pulled it closer and observed it carefully.There was no hiding the smile on his face.

I make a lot of money.

That's the word.What a miracle!

The old people nearby were excited for a while, surrounded Mr. Sun in the middle, and said one by one:
"Old Sun, I want to exchange Zheng Banqiao's calligraphy and paintings with you!"

Another old man frowned and shouted: "Don't steal me! I have Mi Fu's works at home, this is what Lao Sun wants most!"

At the bottom of the box is his treasure.This time I have to take it out!

The president of the Calligraphy Association saw them take out the treasures at the bottom of the box one by one.

After thinking for a while, he patted his thigh, stood up and said angrily: "I didn't say anything! As long as Lao Sun is willing, my most precious authentic Tang Yin handwriting will be yours!"

The grandson rolled his eyes directly, looked at the people, and said angrily: "Don't change! You can't exchange my children with these vulgar things!"

After speaking, the grandson was ready to leave.

When they heard Grandpa Sun's words, they almost laughed angrily.

What you thought was a good thing turned into a vulgar thing?

Old man Sun, are you too fast?

Seeing that Mr. Sun was about to leave, he still held the precious rice paper in his hand.Of course, they dare not move too much.Only a few people had an idea and blocked the door with their bodies.

"You can't go. Let's discuss it!"

(End of this chapter)