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"Okay, when the ink is dry, you can take it away."

After finishing the last stroke, Yan Xiu put down the brush and said to Yun Shuyu with a smile.

"This is the real master. There is no one else who writes this word well."

"It's so well written, hey, I want a copy of Master Yan's calligraphy too!"

"Sure enough, this is the real calligraphy. What the hell were those before!"

"This word is written so well that the back of the paper is painted with iron and silver hooks. It is really a pleasure to look at it. We will never reach this level in our lifetime."

"Master Yan is too powerful."

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The onlookers all spoke in praise.

"Master Yan, look, can you also write a piece of calligraphy for me, Lao Wang, and I will take it back as a family heirloom, and you can pay whatever you want." Wang Hai approached Yan Xiu with a smirk, and said expectantly.

"Get out!" Yan Xiu glared at him unceremoniously.

"Come on, I'll offer 100 million? 200 million? Just make an offer!" Wang Hai still refused to give up.

"Old Wang, don't go too far. Yan Lao's calligraphy cannot be bought with money. Not long ago, at an auction on Hong Kong Island, a pair of Yan Lao's early calligraphy was sold for 500 million yuan. The sky-high price." The man surnamed Mu said in a deep voice.

When everyone around heard the words, they were too shocked to speak.

Fifteen million, many of them have less than that amount of net worth.

Su Chen was also shocked.

It's hard for Wang Hai to ask any more. He can get 500 million by gritting his teeth.

But Yan Xiu obviously didn't value money, otherwise he would not have talked about money at all, so he gave this beautiful woman who seemed to be very familiar with a pair of calligraphy.

"Come on, girl Yu, you finally came here today, and it just so happens that you have the opportunity to write, and I'll give you some pointers." Yan Xiu said to Yun Shuyu with a smile.

All the onlookers looked at Yun Shuyu curiously.

Yan Xiu is a master in the calligraphy world, and someone who can be treated like this by him, and even personally instructed, must have a good status.

"Okay, I do have some itchy hands."

Yun Shuyu smiled and nodded, then moved the calligraphy on the table aside, then took a new piece of rice paper and spread it out, pressed it with a paperweight, and then started to write with a pen.

She obviously also has a lot of calligraphy skills. The font is different from Yan Xiu's vigorous and majestic style, but it is more beautiful and smooth.

After finishing a poem, Yun Shuyu looked at Yan Xiu.

"It's obvious that I haven't practiced for a long time, and I have regressed a lot." Yan Xiu looked at her in disappointment and commented.

"Indeed, it feels a lot rusty, and I will find time to practice more in the future." Yun Shuyu promised with a smile.

"It's all your fault for your money-losing dad, teaching you how to do business, wasting a good seed for nothing." Yan Xiu said with a straight face.

Yun Shuyu smiled without saying a word, looked at Su Chen and said, "Su Chen, do you want to try it too?"

"Me? Forget it, I can't write well." After Su Chen froze for a moment, he waved his hands hastily.

"Why do you ask him to write? It's a waste of ink and paper. You need to practice more, put more strength in your wrist, and don't hesitate to write."

What Yan Xiu said was straightforward and merciless.

There are a few black lines hanging down Su Chen's forehead, this old man has some skills, but it's just too unpleasant.

"Old Yan, Su Chen is very talented. He has written several songs at a young age. Let him try!" Yun Shuyu asked with a smile.

Chapter 149 Young people, stop bragging

"Okay, okay, whatever you want, girl!"

Yan Xiu waved his hand helplessly.

It's not that he has any opinion on Su Chen, it's just that he has such a temperament, he doesn't stick to trifles, and says what he has.

Nowadays, there are too few talented young people who like calligraphy.

Yun Shuyu has been practicing calligraphy with him for more than a year. She is very talented in calligraphy and has made rapid progress. However, like her father, she became obsessed with doing business to make money. She built a live broadcast platform. It must be impressive.

Yan Xiu, who was supposed to be an excellent disciple of himself, gave up calligraphy to go into business, which made Yan Xiu feel regretful all the time.

Now that he finally had the opportunity, he naturally wanted to give some pointers to Yun Shuyu, who could be said to be his registered disciple.

With Yun Shuyu's kindness, it was really hard for Su Chen to refuse, so he stepped into the stone pavilion and came to the table.

"Su Chen, have you practiced calligraphy before? Do you want me to teach you?" Yun Shuyu asked with a smile.

"No, I've learned brush calligraphy from my dad." Su Chen shook his head with a light smile, and reached out to pick up the brush. Yun Shuyu and Yan Xiu were a little surprised by the standard posture of holding the brush.

In Su Wenshan's spare time, he occasionally writes calligraphy. He is not proficient, but he is not bad among amateurs.

Su Chen did follow him for a few days when he was a child, and in the skills page in his mind, calligraphy skills are at an intermediate level.

"How about it, Old Yan, I told you that Su Chen is very talented!" Yun Shuyu looked at Yan Xiu with a smile.

"It's just holding a pen. This is the most basic thing that elementary school students can learn." Yan Xiu's expression was slightly stiff, but there was a trace of expectation in his heart.

Even Su Chen, who likes to be picky, couldn't find any flaws in Su Chen's posture of holding the pen.

It can be seen that Su Chen is a person who really understands calligraphy.

Su Chen didn't listen to the exchange between the two, thinking about what to write on his own.

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and he began to write on the rice paper.

The imposing manner is not as good as Yan Xiu's, but he did not hesitate to write, the pen is calm and powerful, retractable and retractable, the words are like a person, the font is grand and neat, revealing the arrogance that young people should have.

Yan Xiu's hands behind his back trembled slightly, his eyes brightened slightly.

For young people of this age, it is very rare to have this kind of skill, and the key point is that this kid doesn't seem to be a person who specializes in this kind of skill.

In this way, this talent is exaggerated.

During this period of time, Su Chen would read some literary novels or books to entertain himself after he got tired of reading books in the library.