After the divorce, the female CEO of Bingshan begged to get back together.

"Damn!"

Ji Chen's face turned ugly in an instant.

Bai Qinghuan, on the other hand, was looking at Qin Yun curiously, with a hint of appreciation in his eyes.

He really got it right. Could it be that he is also a very skilled chess player?

Bai Qinghuan's unscrupulous inspection was naturally felt by Qin Yun. He turned around and saw that their eyes met.

Qin Yun looked at the beautiful woman with excellent temperament in front of him and couldn't help but ask: "What are you looking at?"

Bai Qinghuan wasn't shy at all. He just smiled lightly and said, "It's nothing."

After saying that, she turned her head away and stopped looking at him.

Qin Yun frowned and couldn't help but touch his face. Is there something dirty on his face?

On the stage, Ji Chen saw the two people talking to each other, and for a moment, the anger in his heart exploded.

He has always been in love with Bai Qinghuan, and subconsciously he has made Bai Qinghuan his woman. How can he tolerate his woman talking to other men?

Just when Ji Chen looked ugly, someone else came on stage.

"Young Master Ji is so good at chess. I really admired the whole audience. I'm not very talented, but I have some experience in calligraphy. I wonder if I can ask my brother for advice?"

A man in his 30s wearing glasses walked onto the stage.

Seeing someone challenging him, Ji Chen calmed down his emotions, looked at the person and said, "Okay, how do you compare?"

"How about comparing yourself to someone else who can write better?"

The man smiled and then looked at the other people on the field and said, "It just so happens that there are a lot of calligraphers here today, even Mr. Shuyu is here. How about asking everyone to evaluate?"

Ji Chen waved his hand: "Then come."

Soon, two tables were moved onto the stage.

The two of them didn't waste any time, just picked up the brushes and started writing.

In less than 5 minutes, their work was completed.

The man with glasses wrote a poem, while Ji Chen wrote a poem.

The moment the two pieces of calligraphy were hung up, it was immediately decided who would lose and who would win.

Although the young man with glasses had good calligraphy skills, compared with Ji Chen, he was not at the same level.

When the bespectacled young man saw Ji Chen's calligraphy, his face immediately turned red. He knew he had lost. He lowered his head and said, "I am the one who made a fool of myself. Brother Ji's calligraphy is excellent."

As a calligrapher, Yu Wenchang also gave a lot of praise.

"The ancients said that books must contain spirit, spirit, bones, flesh, and blood."

"Although Cui Ge Lao's disciple's calligraphy is a little inferior to that of Shen Heqi, his bone, flesh, and blood are already at their peak. And I'm right, he should be imitating Wang Xizhi's handwriting, right?"

Yu Wenchang said.

"Old Yu has a good eye. Yes, I have been studying Wang Xizhi's handwriting recently."

Ji Chen nodded.

"Okay, very good. This level of copying is probably even better than that of many first-class masters. However, it is good, but it still lacks meaning. Other people's words are other people's after all. Still missing something of my own.”

Yu Wenchang nodded and suddenly changed the subject.

Ji Chen's expression froze, and he nodded slightly: "Students still have a long way to go, and they need to be taught."

Mr. Cui Ge also smiled when he heard this. It is indeed difficult for Yu Wenchang to be so recognized for his calligraphy.

With his defeat in chess and calligraphy, no one on the court dared to look down on Ji Chen.

However, it also aroused their fighting spirit, and they still didn't believe that one person could really master so many things at the same time.

So, many people from painting, tea, poetry and wine came up to challenge Ji Chen.

But, not surprisingly, these people all lost!

And lost terribly.

It felt like playing a game, like a max-level boss going to Novice Village to fry fish.

Seeing that he had won six consecutive games, Ji Chen began to feel a little proud. He looked at the people present and said: "Qin, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, wine and tea. Apart from Qin, I have not met anyone who has challenged me. The rest of the people have lost. Don’t any of you know how to play music?”

As soon as these words came out, many people present felt a little angry.

Although they were unhappy with Ji Chen's arrogant look, they were helpless.

"Most of the world's famous officials are gathered here today. They all say that there are many talented people from Jiangnan. Why, I don't see a few people from Jiangnan?"

Ji Chen looked at the angry faces of everyone, but he laughed out loud in his heart. In his eyes, they were not his generals at all.

Mr. Cui Ge also shook his head a little disappointed and said: "I thought I could meet some amazing juniors, but I didn't expect that each generation is getting worse."

Yu Wenchang and others didn't look very good, and these words simply denied them all.

But they were elders, and they couldn't challenge them, so they could only sit there in frustration.

At this time, Hua Sheng Mo Chenggui said with a smile: "Mr. Cui Ge has found a good apprentice this time. He is proficient in all kinds of music, chess, calligraphy and painting, and even wine and tea are better than ordinary people. It is really rare."

Mr. Cui Ge was invincible: "Hey, Brother Mo, you are so grateful. Although Chen'er has some talent, he is still young. There are many people among his peers who are better than him, such as Miss Bai, she is the real beauty of heaven. ah."

Seeing that she was involved, Bai Qinghuan shook his head helplessly and said, "Mr. Cui Ge is trying to offend the little girl. I am here just to watch the excitement."

Mr. Cui Ge smiled lightly and said something. Of course he would not ask Bai Qinghuan to compete with Ji Chen, because he knew very well that his disciple could easily win against some outsiders, but there was no chance of winning against Bai Qinghuan.

"Forget it, it seems that my plan to recruit people for Qinglian Bookstore will come to nothing. If that's the case, then I won't be here to accompany you."

Mr. Cui Ge said, preparing to get up and leave.

For a moment, everyone in the audience was extremely angry. After winning, they left like this. After that, non-staff people like them would be even more looked down upon by the capital circles.

Ji Chen also looked disappointed and shook his head. He looked at Bai Qinghuan and said, "Junior sister Qinghuan, it seems that your attempt to find someone who is better than yourself at the piano here may be in vain. After all, there is no one who knows the music."

Bai Qinghuan smiled lightly and didn't care. She was just here to try her luck. If she didn't meet her, then forget about it.

"In that case, I'll take my leave."

Bai Qinghuan stood up.

Seeing that a group of people were about to leave, the Seven Sages of Wen Dao looked ugly. Most of them had no disciples. Only Mo Chenggui had a talented disciple Lan Tian. However, Lan Tian's reputation had been damaged some time ago and it was hard for him to show his face again.

Just as they were struggling in their hearts, Yu Wenchang suddenly thought of something, looked at Qin Yunchu and said: "Little friend Qin, can you go up and give it a try?"

Qin Yun, who was suddenly named, was stunned: "Me?"

"Yes, your calligraphy and painting abilities are obvious to all. Joining Qinglian Bookstore is definitely more than enough!"

Yu Wenchang nodded eagerly.

Qin Yun chuckled when he heard this: "I'm not interested."

Yu Wenchang was very anxious after hearing this. He didn't care about that. He stood up and said, "Mr. Cui Ge, please wait a moment. I have someone to recommend."

"Oh? Who?"

Mr. Cui Ge turned around.

Yu Wenchang pointed to Qin Yun and said: "That's Qin Yun, little friend Qin, he is the disciple of Old Man Kongshan!"