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Chapter 212, Scene 4, 03 Leading the Teacher
Qiao Yi: "I didn't expect to meet you! Fat seed, didn't you say that you are crazy about me, and if you don't listen to me for a day, you won't be able to get off the kang? Why do you still cheat me of money in reality?"

Ono laughed.

Ono: "Hahaha, it's quite interesting to be said like this by your idol. Qiao Yi, I won't ask you for any money. In fact, I should have given you some small gifts to meet my idol, but I came in a hurry today, so I didn’t have time to prepare anything good. I hope you forgive me~"

Qiao Yi looked at Ono, dumbfounded.Sure enough, fans' love for idols is not so real.What about the excitement of banging against the wall for me?

Qiao Yi thought to herself, "I didn't receive the good things. But you made me a little embarrassed by such a weird meeting gift."

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Ono took Qiao Yi to the busiest place.

Sure enough, in the center of the crowd was a master who was about to write.

I saw that the master who was about to write looked to be about 50 to [-] years old. He was wearing a purple Mao suit, with a gray beard, disheveled hair, and quite oily.Holding a large mop-like brush.He seemed to be writing on the ground. There was a large piece of paper five or six meters long and two meters wide spread out on the ground.

A person around said: "Mr. Zhang, please start!"

The disheveled Zhang Dequan then brushed his hair, stooped down, and took off his big shiny leather shoes - revealing a pair of bright red socks inside.

There was a burst of applause all around.

Someone shouted: "Good! Teacher Zhang Dequan is about to start writing!"

Qiao Yi frowned as she watched from the side, and Ono had an inexplicable smile on her face.

Zhang Dequan was wearing his own bright red socks, walked up to the paper with a brush in his hand, heaved a sigh of relief, let out a loud roar, and poked the brush on the paper!
There was another burst of applause around.

Zhang Dequan looked like a lunatic, dancing and writing without looking at the paper he was stepping on with his red socks.The characters he wrote were so colorful that it was almost impossible to tell what he was writing. They were ugly and messy.

Qiao Yi said from the bottom of her heart: "I'll fuck it."

I saw that Zhang Dequan seemed to be too engrossed in writing. He tripped over the stick of the writing brush under his feet and fell onto the paper with a bang.That Zhang Dequan didn't care, just sat on the ground and continued to wave his brush.The chief staff officer had almost covered the entire paper, so he poked the brush into the ink bucket next to him, brushing his oily half-length hair.

There was once again warm applause from the crowd, and several young lads stepped forward, quickly helped him down, and helped him put on his shoes—he seemed to be in pain from the fall, and he couldn't straighten up a bit.

Joy: "Wow. Is this art?"

Ono: "...you can understand it this way."

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After Zhang Dequan finished writing this picture, he was helped by those young men to the sofa beside him.I saw him lighting a plate of sandalwood, closing his eyes and meditating.There are knowledgeable people around explaining that Mr. Zhang Dequan is lucky.

Onlookers: "Mr. Zhang Dequan is so angry that he wrote such a hearty calligraphy. The breath in his body is very chaotic now, and he needs to stabilize it."

Ono looked at his ankles curiously, wanting to see if the pair of red socks had been stained black with ink.Qiao Yi rubbed his eyes quietly, he somehow felt that his eyes were a little hot.

Qiao Yi asked Xiaoye: "Will he write again later?"

Ono: "Write it. The one he is writing now will cost hundreds of thousands. He will have a display of exquisite small calligraphy and a display of writing larger calligraphy works. It will take an hour or so to write. Bar."

Qiao Yi suddenly wanted to leave.

Ono saw what he was thinking and said, "Don't leave now, idol. You don't need to watch his performance, but you can watch it when the auction starts later. The auction is the most interesting."

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For Xiao Ye's words, Qiao Yi endured Zhang Dequan's hot-eyed performance for more than an hour, and finally waited for the auction.

As expected, Zhang Dequan's calligraphy works, which looked like children's graffiti, were priced at hundreds of thousands or even millions of dollars.

Qiao Yi asked strangely: "Fat Seed, you are also an expert in calligraphy, right? Do you think the things he wrote are really worth so much money?"

Ono shook his head.

Ono: "It's worth it, and it's not worth it."

Qiao Yi wondered: "What does this mean?"

Ono said: "Actually, for these so-called buyers, Zhang Dequan is an actor, or in other words, a basin for washing dirty things.

Let me tell you this, idol.Let me make an analogy——Once upon a time, there was a child who was big and thick, and no other children dared to mess with him.Moreover, he is very narrow-minded, and he knows how to "make money" for himself.One day, he sneaked into the canteen in his village and stole a large basket of small marbles from the canteen.He wanted to take this big basket of marbles home, but if he brought it home, his father would definitely find out that he had this big basket of marbles for no reason, and would definitely beat him up.So he thought of a bad move.

He deliberately asked a silly boy who thought his paintings were pretty good-looking, but his paintings were not good-looking at all, and asked him to paint in front of his house.Then he distributed his little marbles to his little brother, and asked the little brother to use his little marbles to buy the painting drawn by the silly boy.In the end, the stupid boy sold several paintings and earned back all the marbles of the fat boy.Then he gave all his basket of marbles to the fat boy.

Zhang Dequan and the others are the silly boy who paints, and the financial backer behind them is the fat boy who is big and thick.I mean you understand? "

Qiao Yi nodded, almost understood.

Ono said: "Actually, today's calligraphy exhibition is just a show, a nonsense."

Qiao Yi: "It's dark enough."

Ono shook his head.

Ono: "Actually, Zhang Dequan and the others should be able to get to where they are today. They should have some real skills. Zhang Dequan's writing before was indeed good, but I really can't compliment what I write now. But actually thinking about it— ——Zhang Dequan, this guy has already become famous, he has been praised and has an unshakable position in this circle, and he is already the dean of the Academy of Fine Arts. He cultivates immortals, practices qigong, eats, drinks, plays, and being complimented by others is already happy enough. Do you still have time to spend this time practicing calligraphy?"

For a moment, Qiao Yi didn't know what to say.

Ono suddenly turned to look at him.

Ono: "Idol, it's just a little strange. Today's exhibition is just the sophistication of their small calligraphy circle. How did you know that there will be a calligraphy exhibition here, and why did you come to see it?"

(End of this chapter)