Singing at the beginning rewards the 100 billion group

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Sure enough, the women who surrounded Zhang Yuan like bees before spread out one by one.

There was a little disappointment on his face.

"Your move is cruel enough," Zhang Yuan said with a smile.

Lin Feifei sighed and said, "What else can I do? Could it be that you are being pestered by them all the time? Hey, no, do you enjoy the feeling of being surrounded by women?"

Zhang Yuan laughed and said: "No, that kind of feeling is very bad, thank you for helping me out,"

Zhang Yuan raised his glass and clinked glasses with Lin Feifei to show his gratitude.

"I didn't save you," Lin Feifei whispered.

Then, Lin Feifei said: "You can't underestimate those women, they jump on you for a purpose, or for cooperation, or for your fame, or for your money, and then, just to see In short, everyone has a purpose, and this kind of entertainment is not just about drinking and chatting, "

Zhang Yuan nodded, of course he understood.

These so-called upper-class people are amiable on the surface, but in fact, everyone has a dark heart.

"Oh, isn't that Mr. He?"

"Yeah, why is he here?"

"I heard that he has already retired, so he stays at home and engages in creation,"

"His calligraphy and paintings are all treasures. I heard that the most expensive one has sold for tens of millions of dollars,"

"Of course, Mr. He is the number one person in Hangzhou,"

……

The crowd was surging, and everyone looked at the white-haired old man. Although he was old, he was in good spirits, talking and laughing happily with everyone with a wine glass.

"Looks like a big guy," Zhang Yuan said.

"You are also a big shot, okay?" Lin Feifei said.

The two also walked over, stood in the crowd, and joined in the fun.

"My little friend, if I'm not mistaken, you should be the famous singer Zhang Yuan."

He Lao suddenly looked at Zhang Yuan.

For a moment, the eyes of the audience were all focused.

It's just that everyone was surprised, how could Mr. He know Zhang Yuan's name.

"Hehe, everyone, don't think I'm an old antique. I surf the Internet every day. Zhang Yuan's name is like a thunderbolt to me," Mr. He said with a smile.

Zhang Yuan said with a smile: "I have met Mr. He, I respect you,"

Zhang Yuan raised his glasses with both hands and toasted respectfully. The two met for the first time and clinked a glass.

He Lao's attention was on Zhang Yuan, and he didn't look at Lin Feifei.

"Well, that's right. You really are a good-looking talent. I have heard your songs and read the lyrics you wrote. You are very talented. I wonder if you can show me your skills today?" He Lao said.

Everyone was surprised, they didn't expect Mr. He to think highly of Zhang Yuan so much.

Although his lyrics are good, how can he compare with He Lao, after all, He Lao's poetry, calligraphy and painting skills are second to none in Hangzhou.

Lin Feifei secretly thought that something was wrong, this old man He had a lot of background, and now he has created a problem for Zhang Yuan.

It is not so easy to write lyrics, or write articles, or create.

It’s okay for Zhang Yuan to write it. If he has no inspiration for a while and can’t write it, wouldn’t it be ridiculous?If the matter spreads, it will have a huge impact on Zhang Yuan's popularity and career.

Zhang Yuan smiled and said, "How dare I show off in front of Mr. He?"

Everyone thought that Zhang Yuan was quite knowledgeable.

Know how much you weigh.

He Lao said with a smile: "We make friends through literature, it's okay, it's okay,"

Zhang Yuan sneered in his heart, no one can blame me, hum.

"That's good, this junior is showing his ugliness," Zhang Yuan said lightly.

Lin Feifei was startled, and quickly grabbed Zhang Yuan's hand.

Zhang Yuan smiled at her, reassuring her.

"This Zhang Yuan is too clueless."

"Although he is a big star, he can't be so crazy,"

"Let's see, there might be some surprises,"

"If there are any surprises, I will see how Zhang Yuan makes a fool of himself,"

"Compared to He Lao, he is far behind,"

"Now it's exciting to watch,"

……

Everyone talked a lot, and they didn't think that Zhang Yuan was so great just because he was a star.

After all, the people present are either rich or expensive, and in their eyes, celebrities are just ordinary professions.

The staff have already prepared the table and the four treasures of the study.

"Senior, please first," Zhang Yuan politely said.

Mr. He was not polite, and immediately wrote a poem with a splash of ink.

The font is flamboyant and phoenix dancing, opening and closing, with extraordinary momentum.

"It's a little level, I think this old man was also a character when he was young," Zhang Yuan thought secretly, on the surface calm.

"Wow, Mr. He's handwriting is indeed extraordinary,"

"Well, yes, the momentum is amazing,"

"This poem is Mr. He's new work, it's easy to read,"

"It is estimated that this work can sell for a high price,"

"As far as this level is concerned, Zhang Yuan can't compare at all. After writing a few lyrics, I think it's very good,"

"Hey, don't hit people,"

……

Everyone admired Mr. He's level, and at the same time waited to see Zhang Yuan's joke.

Mr. He responded to everyone's praise with a smile. Although his tone was indifferent, he was quite proud and confident.

Lin Feifei was a little worried. This old man looked like a big shot with a high level. Zhang Yuan might not be his opponent.

"Mr. He really is the demeanor of everyone, and the younger generation admires it," Zhang Yuan said with a smile.

He Lao said: "My little friend has won the prize. Next, we will see your masterpiece."

Everyone looked at Zhang Yuan.

He clearly felt the complicated eyes of the people around him.

but it does not matter.

He walked over and picked up the pen slowly.

It's already brewing in my mind.

What to write.

Since this is in Hangzhou, or else the West Lake should be the main focus.

At this moment, Lin Feifei was very worried, but the others were full of anticipation.

Have it.

Inspiration strikes.

Zhang Yuan put pen to paper.

"Outside the mountain, the green hill outside the building, outside the building,"

"When will the West Lake dance stop?"

"The warm wind makes tourists drunk,"

"Take Hangzhou as Bianzhou."

All in one go.

Close the pen.

Zhang Yuan is very satisfied, whether it is poetry or writing, he has maintained the previous standard.

Chapter 290 The Street Where the Wind Lives

The crowd gathered around, everyone was admiring Zhang Yuan's works.

What came into view was a chic and elegant handwriting, like a jade tree facing the wind, everyone said that the handwriting was like the person, Zhang Yuan's handwriting was beautiful, and he was also handsome.

"Okay, this word is really beautiful,"

"I didn't see it, this is still Lianjiazi,"

"The writing is really good, but, this poem? Didn't he copy someone else's?"

"Uh, no, I was slapped in the face,"

……

The crowd talked a lot, saying everything, Zhang Yuan stood aside calmly, and he responded to everyone's doubts with his strength.

Lin Feifei was relieved, anyway, no matter what was written, as long as it was written, at least it would not be too embarrassing.

"Good, good poetry, good words,"

Mr. He clapped his hands as if he had found a treasure.

He looked at Zhang Yuan's work seriously, his eyes were full of joy,

"Zhang Yuan, who did you learn from, this poem is so well written, this is the real demeanor of everyone,"

"Outside the mountain, the green hill, the building outside the building, when will the West Lake dance stop, these two sentences are simply famous sentences through the ages, classics, so classics,"

"Taking the West Lake as the theme, I not only describe the scenery, but also describe the prosperity of the West Lake through the method of comparison. It's wonderful, wonderful,"

"This font has a bit of the character of a calligrapher, and he can have such accomplishments at a young age,"

"It's amazing, it's amazing,"

He Lao kept praising him, almost like Zhang Yuan's fan.

His tone was full of love for Zhang Yuan.

People were stunned, Mr. He must have changed too much.

"Mr. He, what's the matter?"

"But to be honest, it's a pretty good poem,"

"It seems that we were wrong, Zhang Yuan is really powerful,"

"Actually, that's right. The lyrics are so well written. If you don't have some real skills, you really can't write them,"

"If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes today, I really couldn't believe that the big star Zhang Yuan is so talented,"

"Congratulations, Zhang Yuan,"

"Zhang Yuan, you are too powerful and talented,"