Husband-in-law of a wealthy family

Chapter 216 Shocked!

Seeing the old man, Wu Wen's mind was suddenly confused: "You are..."

Qin Feng was also stunned.

President Mo?
President Mo, formerly known as Mo Zhen, is the president of the Jiangcheng Calligraphy Association. He is at the same level as Tang Ren, and he can be regarded as a famous figure in Jiangcheng.

Qin Feng was not very interested in calligraphy before, so he didn't have any contact with him, only saw a few photos of him.

Unexpectedly, it happened here.

Seeing Mo Zhen, Wu Wen's arrogance immediately disappeared without a trace. His face turned red because of it, and he said nervously, "Mr. Mo, why are you here?"

Mo Zhen said with a smile: "I've been watching from behind. The young man has good handwriting and has potential."

It is a great happiness for calligraphy lovers not to praise Mozhen.Wu Wen was so excited that tears were about to come out, and he kept saying thank you thank you.

At the same time, he did not forget to glance at Qin Feng, and proudly said: "See, this is the president of the Calligraphy Association, you will not believe what he says, right?"

Mo Zhen stroked his gray beard, and said cheerfully, "Don't be so complacent, I haven't finished talking yet."

He looked at Qin Feng: "Although your handwriting is good, what this young man said is also good. Your handwriting is too impetuous and fancy, and it really won't become a fine work if you continue like this."

Wu Wen's eyes froze, and then he curled his lips: "I'm just writing casually, it's not even my [-]th success."

Qin Feng asked Mo Zhen: "Mr. Mo, you just said that you came out to adjudicate for us, right?"

Mo Zhen smiled and said, "That's right, I saw that the two of you were arguing, and this young man seemed to have some opinions on calligraphy, so he started to think about it."

"Of course, it's up to you to compare or not."

Wu Wen shook his head immediately and said, "It's completely unnecessary. Just this person, take a look, isn't the result of his comparison with me obvious?"

Mo Zhen shook his head and said: "Don't say that, there are mountains beyond the mountains, and sky beyond the sky. If you look down on others, you will hit a wall sooner or later."

Wu Wen was at a loss for words.

At this time, the girl came out to speak again. She remembered that Qin Feng had attacked her just now, so she urged: "You just go to the competition, and this is also an opportunity to show off, isn't it?"

Wu Wen thought for a while, Mr. Mo might not even take a look at the words written by other people, this time is indeed an opportunity to express himself, so he nodded and said: "Okay, then I will let this guy see what is called Really capable!"

The number of people watching the excitement suddenly increased, and everyone stood up wisely, leaving enough space for a few people and making the street congested.

"Then let me come first." Wu Wen said, his expression gradually restrained, he held his breath, and concentrated on writing.

As the tip of the brush slid across the paper, Wu Wen tried his best to write a few words that were almost the best in his life.

"Good!" The people around immediately praised.

Wu Wen asked Mo Zhen expectantly: "Mr. Mo, what do you think?"

The handwriting written by Wu Wen is not much different from before, but it is more neat and beautiful, revealing a petty bourgeois sentiment.

Mo Zhen nodded slightly: "Well... not bad."

"Your talent is quite good, but the direction is wrong. Calligraphy should be the carrier of ideas, not a gorgeous empty shell."

"I think you are very good. Come to me tomorrow if you have time. I think you can be my student."

After saying this, the crowd burst into admiration immediately, and Wu Wen was even more flattered, as if the best thing in the world had landed on him.

He was a little unsteady, and asked in a trembling voice: "Are you kidding me?"

Mo Zhen smiled and said, "Don't worry, I won't joke about this kind of thing."

Wu Wen was too excited to speak.

The girl said: "It's all like this, so what is there to compare it to? Isn't the winner already determined?"

Mo Zhen ignored the girl's words, and gently waved his hand: "Young man, it's your turn."

Everyone's eyes couldn't help but become more concentrated. They all wanted to see whether Qin Feng was a real master or a pretender.

Qin Feng nodded, took the pen and started writing without thinking.

His writing style is extraordinarily unrestrained and wild. Everyone only saw him writing all the way down. Qin Feng had already finished the work before he recovered his senses.

Wu Wen and the others looked over, and burst out laughing immediately.

"What are you writing, a talisman?"

Qin Feng wrote cursive script, and it was wild cursive, so it really looked messy.

Wu Wen shook his head again and again: "I thought you still had some skills, but I didn't expect that you didn't even have any skills."

"But you have a thick skin. After all, if it were me, I wouldn't be able to do such a shameful thing."

The people around laughed, but Mo Zhen was so shocked that he couldn't even close his mouth.

When everyone's laughter fell, he asked Qin Feng cautiously: "Young man, what you wrote...is this Kuanglong's brushwork?"

Qin Feng nodded coldly: "I'm showing my ugliness."

This statement is equivalent to admitting that Wu Wen's eyeballs are about to fall out immediately.

He hesitated for a moment, and then said something that horrified everyone.

"Your work... can you sell it to me for collection?"

At this moment, everyone felt that their brains seemed to be down, and their words were stuck in their throats, but they just couldn't say anything.

After a while, Wu Wencai was the first to recover from the shock, and asked, "You... what do you mean?"

Being asked such a question, Mo Zhen also trembled, realizing his abruptness.

Obviously, he was too surprised just now, so he blurted out without thinking too much.

He stared wide-eyed, the eyeballs still trembling in the sockets, and then asked Qin Feng: "Who are you?"

The tone was full of temptation, but more of it was a kind of awe, as if Qin Feng was some big man who couldn't be messed with.

Qin Feng put the brush aside and did not answer Mo Zhen's question.And Mo Zhen was also very sensible, seeing that Qin Feng didn't mean to mention it, so he shut up and didn't ask.

But deep doubts still lingered in his heart, and he couldn't help picking up the words just now: "Okay, I won't ask any more questions, but it's still the same sentence, can I collect this calligraphy of yours, Qian Qian?" It’s easy to say, just mention as much as you need.”

Mo Zhen's attitude really made everyone ignorant, and Wu Wen didn't feel complacent at all, instead he looked aggrieved.

It's like I was originally an only child, but after my parents gave birth to a second child, they divided up their love.

He couldn't hold back his inner emotions, and his face was full of dissatisfaction. He couldn't help asking, "Mr. Mo, what's your attitude?"

"Who is stronger and who is weaker between me and him, you should give me a letter!"

(End of this chapter)