The road to the richest man starting from company cleaning

Chapter 269 Used toilet paper!
Speaking of which, Tao Xiaoyun was really unlucky today. He met Zheng Yun, who was born in a bad life. He used to be a painter.

He is 58 years old this year, and was still painting before the age of 45. By chance, he put down the brush and picked up a brush.

Practice calligraphy usually starts in childhood, because at this time, let him learn how to learn.

If adults practice calligraphy, they are almost not willing to calm down and write seriously, let alone regular script. They start writing running script as soon as they start, but running script is not enough. As they practice, they start writing cursive script and write randomly.

The great calligraphers in ancient times had a unified opinion on calligraphy practice, that is, you must first lay the foundation of regular script, then running script, and finally cursive script. The basics of regular script even need to be practiced for 30 to [-] years.

This Tao Xiaoyun has hardly practiced regular script. He writes running script and cursive script every day.

Anyone who has no foundation in regular script will have weak running script and cursive script, which can be seen by an expert at a glance.

But the current calligraphy world is in chaos, Tao Xiaoyun is very good at catering to the tastes of the calligraphy judges, using his funny style of calligraphy to make his way into the Calligraphy Association and become a famous calligrapher.

Now, he is praised by others every day, and he already regards himself as a rare great calligrapher in ancient and modern times.

His painting experience is really unknown in the calligraphy circle, but he was told by Zheng Yun, the feeling in his heart can be imagined, and the state of embarrassment turned into anger is more and more exposed.

Wang Boyuan suddenly shouted to Zheng Yun: "Zheng Yun, you are too rude!"

After he finished speaking, he immediately apologized to Tao Xiaoyun with a smile: "Teacher Tao, don't listen to him, he is just an ignorant child!

Teacher Tao, I really like your handwriting. I want to ask for a calligraphy painting. I wonder what your Runge is? "

When Tao Xiaoyun heard about buying calligraphy, his expression immediately softened a lot, and he said: "If you want calligraphy, Runge will talk to my students, and I will just write."

"Okay, can you write now?"

"Row."

Zheng Yun saw that the old Wang's hair was smelly, and said: "Old Wang, are you crazy? How about having that money to drink and eat meat? Why buy his toilet paper? It's still used toilet paper!"

His words were so derogatory, they almost made Tao Xiaoyun worthless.

Tao Xiaoyun finally couldn't bear it any longer, and slammed the big brush on the paper, splashing ink all over the place.

Zheng Yun smiled and said: "Don't be angry, it seems that you are not convinced... we are like this, you write a few regular script characters, and I will find a child to write a few more, you compare, dare you?"

He also spoke loudly on purpose so that everyone could hear him.

Those people were not in the mood to write at this time, so they came together one after another.

With an identity like Tao Xiaoyun, how could he agree to compete with a child?
However, Zheng Yun's mouth was broken enough, and he said again: "Old Tao, let me tell you, the thing you wrote is not worth a dime, even if you sell waste paper, people have to subtract the weight of the ink on the paper before agreeing to it." receive!"

"You!" Tao Xiaoyun shouted angrily, "Okay, what should you do if you lose?"

"I lost... I will apologize to you on the spot, restore your reputation, and buy you dozens of words!"

Tens of thousands of yuan per word, dozens of words is 100 million, that is not a small income, Tao Xiaoyun was provoked and also tempted by money, and he lost his mind for a while, so he agreed.

At this time, his student suddenly smiled at Zheng Yun: "Who are you lying to, you are a courier, can you afford so many works of my teacher?"

Zheng Yun smiled, pointed at Wang Boyuan, and said, "Old Wang is the chairman of the Tees Group. Ask him if I can afford it!"

Wang Boyuan has not managed the company for a long time, and people have long forgotten about him. There are really very few people who know him at the scene, but there are still some who know him and go up to say hello to him.

At this time, Wang Boyuan was also very interested in the competition proposed by Zheng Yun, but in his capacity, he disdained to engage in such trifling games and was noncommittal. In the end, Mrs. Wang said that Zheng Yun was relatively well off financially and could afford it.

When Jiang Yuefeng, Amy and others heard Mrs. Wang's words, they felt even more incredible.

They had always thought that Zheng Yun was a courier, but now they thought that if a child were to compete with a calligraphy master, he would definitely lose.

Let alone whether a courier has 100 million, even if he has, how can he be willing to spend 100 million to buy a bunch of words?

Disciple Tao Xiaoyun heard Mrs. Wang Boyuan's guarantee, no longer doubted, and then asked who to compare with.

When Zheng Yun was strolling before, he saw a seven or eight-year-old girl writing very neatly. It seemed that she had practiced calligraphy for about a year.

Moreover, he also learned her name from the girl's signature, and immediately shouted: "Yang Qianqian! Yang Qianqian, come here!"

Not long after, Yang Qianqian's mother brought her daughter over.

Zheng Yun first asked Yang Qianqian how long she had been practicing calligraphy, and her mother said it was eight months in total.

Zheng Yun said about the competition, but Yang Qianqian's mother hesitated for a few seconds before agreeing.

Zheng Yun then said seriously to Tao Xiaoyun: "You said just now that most people can practice Tian Ying's character after a few months of practice?"

"Yes, I did."

"At the age of five, Tian Ying practiced calligraphy for 70 hours a day. This year, she is [-] years old. At such an advanced age, she still has to practice calligraphy for ten hours a day.

He has put in so much hard work, and you say that the average person can achieve the skill that he has had for more than 60 years in just a few months of practice. Is he mentally retarded or disabled?Tell me, why don't I believe in this evil? "

"He..." Student Tao Xiaoyun was speechless and speechless.

Zheng Yun smiled and said: "I will educate you well today!
Today's referees don't need those masters who write ugly books. I want to find a group of elementary school students to be referees. Do you have any objections? "

Tao Xiaoyun hurriedly called out: "What calligraphy do they know?"

"The calligraphy that elementary school students think is beautiful is not called calligraphy? In this way, I will let you get a perfect score of [-]. Let's find [-] elementary school students. If one of them gives you [-] points, I will lose!"

Being so provoked by Zheng Yun, Tao Xiaoyun almost fainted with anger, wanted to refute, but had nothing to say.

Zheng Yun began to greet loudly, asking if there was a teacher from this school, and it turned out that there was indeed a teacher at the scene.

Zheng Yun asked him to post a notice in the group, asking the students to come to the school immediately to participate in the calligraphy judges.

The teacher had also seen the extraordinary relationship between Zheng Yun and Wang Boyuan and other important figures before, no matter what his thoughts were, he readily agreed.

Who dares not to come once the notice is given?More than half an hour later, the parents sent their children one after another, and there were more than 50 people in total.

Zheng Yun explained clearly, and then said to Tao Xiaoyun: "I haven't asked you yet, what should you do if you lose?"

Tao Xiaoyun was really at a loss in his mind at this moment, unable to speak.

Zheng Yun said with a smile: "If you lose, you can go back to paint in the future. Seeing that you are not too old, you can still do it!"

Tao Xiaoyun was going crazy, his lips trembled with anger.

The competition officially started. Zheng Yun asked both of them to write the same five-character poem in neat regular script, with a total of twenty characters.

Those little judges were all standing in the distance at this moment, waiting with great interest to rate others. They had never done such an interesting thing before, and all of them were full of joy.

(End of this chapter)