Singing at the beginning rewards the 100 billion group

Zhang Yuan picked up the pen and dipped in the ink, while the others held their breath and did not dare to disturb.

"The house is in a human environment, and there is no chariot."

"Ask you how can you? My heart is far from being biased."

"Under the east fence of picking chrysanthemum, you can see Nanshan leisurely."

"The mountains are beautiful every day and evening, and the birds will meet each other."

"There is a true meaning in this, I have forgotten to distinguish."

One stroke, all in one go.

The font is chic and elegant, quite ancient style.

Brush running script.

Zhang Yuan's calligraphy is also beautiful.

Good characters, good poems, and good paintings are an excellent combination.

The old man read the poem carefully.

The three of them took turns watching.

The first thing that catches the eye is Zhang Yuan's good handwriting, which is so eye-catching and comfortable.

"This, this poem, who wrote it? Why have I never heard of it?" the old man asked in surprise.

Zhang Yuan said, "I wrote it myself,"

The three were taken aback.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Yuan not only has excellent painting skills, excellent calligraphy, but also outstanding poetry.

This poem, with lofty artistic conception and rich philosophy, is completely the work of everyone.

It's really hard to imagine that this was actually done by a young man in his twenties.

What's more, in modern society, there are still such poetic geniuses.

"Genius, genius,"

The old man liked it more and more, and said: "The calligraphy is good, and the poetry is even better. The three masters of poetry, calligraphy and painting are called masters."

The old man's admiration for Zhang Yuan was simply overwhelming.

Lin Feifei looked at Zhang Yuan's hand, picked it up from time to time, turned it over, and touched it.

"You know too much with your hands, how did you learn it, you are so young,"

Lin Feifei really didn't understand how Zhang Yuan had such an outstanding talent at such a young age.

Chapter 232 This car is low-key enough

Lin Feifei's appearance was really funny, and she looked at Zhang Yuan's hands all over.

"Actually, maybe I really have some talent," Zhang Yuan said.

Everyone thinks so.

Only a genius learns things quickly, and can learn everything as soon as he learns it.

"Young man, I want to collect these two paintings today. After they are mounted, I will carefully appreciate them. Especially your poem, which is worthy of my savoring slowly. Your calligraphy is very similar to a certain master,"

The old man said happily, he did not expect to meet a young genius by accident today.

Zhang Yuan said: "Of course, as long as you like it,"

The old man said: "Oh, by the way, I don't know your name yet, my name is Ma Xiang, a professor of the Chinese Painting Department of the Academy of Fine Arts,"

Zhang Yuan thought for a while and said, "Professor Ma, I'm sorry, but it's not convenient to reveal my name at the moment."

Ma Xiang didn't force her to ask, but just said with a smile: "Why don't you leave a contact information, and we can talk together when you have free time."

Zhang Yuan said: "Then keep her, she is my friend, if you have anything to tell her, she will tell me,"

Lin Feifei gave Ma Xiang her contact information.

"I'm really happy today. Go slowly, you two. You must come to my place in the future," Ma Xiang said enthusiastically.

Zhang Yuan said with a smile: "Definitely, you stay behind."

The two went out to look at other paintings, and the exhibition was still going on.

"Teacher, could he be a master's apprentice?" the woman asked.

Ma Xiang shook his head and said, "I don't know yet, but this young man is extraordinary. Not only is he talented, but he is also steady and low-key, which is amazing."

Looking at the two paintings on the table, Ma Xiang couldn't help but smile, today's harvest is really rich.

Especially Zhang Yuan's poems and calligraphy, the more he reads, the more he likes them.

That calligraphy alone is enough for him to appreciate.

On the other side, Lin Feifei asked, "Why didn't you tell him your name?"

Zhang Yuan said: "In the final analysis of my identity, I should try to keep a low profile, otherwise it will be very troublesome,"

Lin Feifei said, "Huh? Then I won't be your secretary? You have to pay me,"

Zhang Yuan said with a smile: "Yes, please, Miss Lin."

After watching the exhibition, the two went back separately.

In the evening, Zhang Yuan continued to broadcast live, and now that Xiang Zhen had woken up safely, the stone in his heart fell to the ground.

So during the live broadcast, Zhang Yuan was in good condition.

Director Liu is very satisfied with this, if Zhang Yuan continues to slump, it will affect his popularity.

Now Zhang Yuan's popularity in the entire network is still in a period of rapid rise. At this stage, his condition must be very good and there should be no problems.

After a few days, Xiang Zhen's condition is better than before.

It's just that I still can't go into the ward to visit.

The doctor said that she was depressed, and Zhang Yuan felt very helpless about it. After all, her mental state had been tortured for a long time, and it was impossible for her to recover immediately.

take it easy.

On this day, Lin Feifei suddenly called.

"Hey, Mr. Zhang, I have something to tell you."

"I said Miss Lin, can you stop calling me that, it sounds awkward to me,"

"Hahaha, Zhang Yuan, do you still remember that Professor Ma Xiang, he called just now and said that your painting is going to be auctioned now,"

"Ah? Auction, what's going on?"

"I don't understand either. For details, let's go and talk about it later,"

hang up the phone.

Zhang Yuan was also amused, why did this painting go to the auction house.

Zhang Yuan drove his new BYD sedan all the way to Junmao Hotel.

The auction house is set up here.

The function of a general five-star hotel is not just as simple as eating and lodging.

Large-scale international conferences, banquets, auction transactions, exhibitions and performances can all be held in five-star hotels.

It's just that five-star hotels are expensive, and most people can't afford them.

"Hey, why did you change the car?" Lin Feifei asked in surprise.

A few days ago, I was still driving a Lamborghini poison, how can I drive a BYD now.

Zhang Yuan said: "I can't help it. I don't want to attract attention. That car is too eye-catching. This car is better. It is low-key enough. The key is to save fuel."

Lin Feifei also understood very well that being a star is also difficult.

"There is no parking space, ah, there is another one ahead,"

Lin Feifei hurriedly said, and Zhang Yuan rushed over. Just as he arrived, he saw a silver Mercedes-Benz sports car stopped on the side.

An angry young man got out of the car.

"Hey, I saw this guy first, so don't grab it from me," the boy said loudly.

Zhang Yuan smiled and said, "Who can prove that you saw it first?"

The guy said: "What nonsense, I told you to get out of the way, do you hear me?"

Zhang Yuan said: "I won't let it go, how about it?"

The guy dismissed it with disdain: "Look at you, drive a broken car worth tens of thousands of yuan, fight with me, and be careful that I smash your car,"

Lin Feifei couldn't stand it anymore, and said, "Hey, why are you so unreasonable, we were the ones who drove here first,"

The guy said: "I'm just being unreasonable, what's the matter, you look up and take a good look, what kind of place is this, a five-star hotel, not just anyone can come,"

At this time, the security guard not far away came over.

"Sir, please don't make noise,"

As soon as the security guard said a word, he saw Zhang Yuan in the car.

"Oh, boss, it's you, why are you here today when you're free?"

The security guard recalled that the manager had shown him the photo of the boss a few days ago, and he had memorized the mask and outline at that time. When he saw it today, it really was.

Zhang Yuan said: "Ah, come to participate in an auction,"

The security guard said: "Oh, so it is like this. I just saw that there is only one parking space here. Boss, please stop quickly. You don't need to worry about other things. I will take care of it."

The security guard must be very dedicated in front of the boss, so as to leave a good impression on the boss.

Maybe the boss will promote him in the future.

"Hey, what, what's going on," the young man didn't understand.

The security guard immediately said with a smile on his face: "This gentleman, the one just now is the owner of our Junmao Hotel, please follow me, and I will take you to another parking space,"

The young man was dumbfounded.

I didn't expect the owner of this hotel to be so young, he looked about his age.

I don't know what family he is from.

"This is too pretentious, the big boss actually drives that broken car,"

The young man was also angry and cursed secretly.

I almost got into trouble with the big boss, and almost got into trouble.

As soon as Zhang Yuan parked the car, Lin Feifei immediately asked, "Is this hotel really yours?"

Zhang Yuan nodded: "Yes,"

Lin Feifei was full of surprise: "I didn't expect you to be so rich, much richer than our family,"

Zhang Yuan smiled: "What are you doing more than this, it's boring,"

Lin Feifei said: "Why didn't I know you earlier, so that I can come here for free food and drink,"

Chapter 233 Crazy Auction

Zhang Yuan was speechless at Lin Feifei's ridicule.

In fact, Lin Feifei was just joking, she was just shocked by Zhang Yuan's amazing wealth.

People who don't know think that Zhang Yuan is a simple singer, but in fact, he is more than just a singer.

He is not only a big boss, but also a singer, and a popular radio anchor.

He also has amazing talent in poetry, calligraphy and painting.

Even the professors of the Academy of Fine Arts praised it.

There are not many such talented young people nowadays.