"Old Zheng, you are ......"

Tang Xinzheng still couldn't believe his eyes, he just felt that this was too absurd, "Old Zheng, will there be any misunderstanding in the middle......?

"You're the rubbish!"

Before he finished speaking, he was directly scolded by Zheng Lao, "If I can achieve such a high attainment on top of calligraphy and can still be called a waste, then what am I?"

"I think that my handwriting is 108,000 miles worse than what Mr. Lin wrote, does that mean that I am actually a waste of waste?"

"Huh?"

Tang Xinzheng hurriedly said, "It's not like this Zheng Lao, I really don't mean this at all, I mean to ...... I mean, he is just a son-in-law, and he has not even studied in college, I have investigated this, and it is true, how can such a person write so good words?"

He knew Lin Yun's identity, because he had investigated it in private, and of course what came out of the investigation was some superficial information, such as the things that happened in the Jiang family yesterday, it was not something they could investigate.

So in fact, he only knew some of Lin Yun's public information, and only knew that Lin Yun was a son-in-law, who had not studied in college, and his status in the family was very low.

The reason why Lin Yun came over this time, according to Tang Xinzheng's opinion, the Zhang family has been expanding too fast for a while, and then there is basically no one available now.

That's why I had to send Lin Yun out.

In fact, the Zhang family also had to do it.

Is it possible to really believe in this waste son-in-law?

The more Tang Xinzheng thought about it, the more he felt that it made sense, but the scene in front of him made him feel extremely surprised.

There is an obvious deviation between reality and imagination, or there is an obvious gap between reality and common sense, and whether we should choose to believe in common sense or believe in reality, this point is extremely contradictory at this time.

"Elder Zheng, I think there must be something we don't know about this...... If you think about it carefully, he is so young, and he is a son-in-law, with such a low status at home, he wipes the table and sweeps the floor every day, where does he get the time to practice calligraphy every day?"

"And calligraphy is ......" Tang Xinzheng glanced at Zheng Lao's face and continued, "Although I don't know very much, I'm afraid that I can see that Zheng Lao is the vice chairman of the Calligraphy Association, and the result is that you still have to practice every day, does it mean that if you don't practice this thing, your level will decline?"

Elder Zheng frowned and nodded.

In fact, it is true, everything must be practiced constantly, even if you have reached the status of a master, you must practice every day, otherwise, over time, you will become rusty, and the consequence of being rusty is that you can no longer reach the level of the peak.

If you want to return to the level you were at your peak, you have to practice, and through continuous practice, you can forcibly improve your level.

"Then think about it, as a son-in-law, where does he get so much time to contact this every day? And if he really has this kind of ability that you admire, how can he be a son-in-law?"

Zheng Lao was a little moved by what he said this time.

He looked at the words Lin Yun wrote just now, although it was not the first time he saw it, but when he looked at it again, he still felt the same shock.

Good word!

Really good words!

He knows how to appreciate, and when he encounters something really good, he can't hide that kind of liking.

But he also discovered the anomaly very quickly.

"Huh? This ...... What's going on?"

Zheng Lao was puzzled, "How do you feel about this ......?"

"Old Zheng, do you see that something is wrong?"

Tang Xinzheng saw that there was something wrong with Zheng Lao's expression, and hurriedly asked, "What's wrong?"

Zheng Lao frowned and said suspiciously, "He really ...... Is it really a son-in-law?"

"It's true that Zheng Lao!" Tang Xinzheng hurriedly raised his palm and swore an oath, "He is definitely just an insignificant son-in-law, the girl surnamed Zhang actually let a son-in-law come to our company as an executive, this is clearly looking down on our company, this is clearly ......"

"Enough!"

Hearing that Tang Xinzheng was still here endlessly, Zheng Lao suddenly said angrily, "Don't say it anymore!"

Tang Xinzheng hurriedly closed his mouth and didn't dare to say a word.

Over there, Zheng Lao's doubts were still not in contact, but they were even more confused.

As the saying goes, words are like people.

If he is a son-in-law who has lived in an oppressed environment for a long time, then his words will definitely be influenced by this thing, and he will see a hint of it in it.

Like the most famous calligraphy throughout the ages, it is often written casually by some great calligraphers, but

But it contains emotions, and people can't help but laugh at a glance, or burst into tears.

That strong emotion is enough to infect people.

And there is no doubt that if a person is really in that kind of environment for a long time, the words he writes will be affected by that kind of influence.

Zheng Lao has never seen a person who can write words that are not affected by his own environment.

Those who are not affected by their own environment can only be said to be calligraphy still has entered the Tao, and writing will only have its own form, which is not calligraphy.

A true calligrapher is using words, written words, to express himself.

Looking at the four words written by Lin Yun, there is no feeling of being depressed, and even Ha feels that the handwriting reveals breadth and vastness, which makes people feel as if they are in the vast desert grassland...... No, in the vastness of the universe!

Whoever can write this kind of writing must also be a person who has the universe in mind.

Only such a person can write such majestic words!

And after looking carefully, I can feel the boundless domineering hidden behind this word through the stroke of the pen, and a kind of cold temperament as if he is a high monarch.

The feeling made him trance.

It also made him feel shivering.

How can a person who can write such words be a son-in-law who only knows how to do housework every day!?

That's impossible!

Seeing that Zheng Lao seemed to be moved by himself, Tang Xinzheng once again regained his arrogance, looked at Lin Yun with disdain and said, "Boy, do you really think that you can fool Zheng Lao by writing two stinky words? ”

After he finished speaking, he was about to push Lin Yun, and the provocative posture was very obvious.

Lin Yun got out of the way and let him push into the air.

He was stunned for a moment, and he was about to continue to shoot, but he was smashed in the face by Zheng Lao with a cane.

"Something that doesn't have long eyes! Get out of here!"

"Ah!?Tang Xinzheng never expected such a result?"

How could he accept such an outcome?

But at the moment, it seems that it is impossible to accept it.

Because Zheng Lao is still more ruthless behind.

"Kneel down and apologize to Mr. Lin!"