"But...... How do you make the president of the Calligraphy and Painting Association believe in himself?"

Wang Hanyin fell into melancholy, and the first thing that came to mind was to dream, but in recent decades, the atheist education that people have received is too deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, like this kind of knowledgeable and cultured person, even more will not believe in this kind of ghostly and godly thing, can the dream make the other party believe it?

Wang Hanyin was really unsure in his heart, thinking about it, he felt that if he wanted to be haunted in the room of the president of the Calligraphy and Painting Association, it might make him have some doubts, but in this way, it would inevitably make the other party have some misunderstandings, and if he felt that he had no good intentions, he was afraid that it would be self-defeating.

Thinking of this, Wang Hanyin let out a long sigh.

"I can't care so much, let's just give him a dream, if he really doesn't believe it, I'll talk about it then. ”

After making up his mind, Wang Hanyin floated to the room of the president of the Calligraphy and Painting Association, the president of the association had already fallen asleep, and it was quiet at the moment, except for a few occasional insect chirpings outside the window, there was no business at all.

Wang Hanyin looked at the president of the association who was sleeping peacefully on the bed and shook his head gently.

"I know, although you have already achieved, certain achievements belong to the kind of people who are highly respected, but God does not seem to favor you, your son died when he found it, and the only granddaughter left behind is still riddled with diseases, if it weren't for my grandson's trouble, I wouldn't have come here to trouble you, we can barely be regarded as sympathy, so I hope you don't refuse my request." ”

After speaking, he exhaled a long breath, and then walked into the dream of the president of the Calligraphy and Painting Association.

The president of the association had been sleeping soundly, but suddenly he heard someone shouting his name, and he felt a little puzzled, because this voice was so unfamiliar, he had never heard it before.

"Who are you? I don't seem to know you. ”

Wang Hanyin smiled bitterly and shook his head: "It doesn't seem to be so important who I am, I came here to do you a favor, I know that your granddaughter is in great pain now, and according to the current medical methods, it is not easy to completely eradicate this disease." ”

The president of the Calligraphy and Painting Association looked at Wang Hanyin with some doubts, sure that he really didn't know this person, but listening to the meaning of his words, it seemed that there was a means to cure his granddaughter's illness.

His eyes lit up immediately: "You mean you can cure my granddaughter's illness?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly sighed again and shook his head in great frustration.

"Actually, you don't have to lie to me, I know what kind of illness my granddaughter has, although I am not a medical major, but I also know that this disease is powerless according to modern scientific and technological means, if you say that you are a miracle doctor, studying Chinese medicine, I think you still don't have to open your mouth, although I have heard of the truth of home remedies to cure all diseases, but I don't believe it. ”

Wang Hanyin smiled bitterly and shook his head: "You are not studying medicine, in fact, I am not, I just have a way, anyway, now that your granddaughter is like this, why don't you believe it? If it works, isn't it a miracle of life for you and your granddaughter?"

The president of the Calligraphy and Painting Association stared at Wang Hanyin quietly, and finally asked again.

"I don't remember seeing you anywhere, and your voice is the first time I've heard it, and I have a doubt now, if you really have a way, why would you help me?"

Wang Hanyin couldn't help but sigh: "The reason why I help you is actually because of my own selfishness, I have a grandson who is also in trouble now, I believe you have heard about the plagiarism incident that has spread on the Internet recently." ”

The president of the Calligraphy and Painting Association looked at Wang Hanyin with some surprise: "You mean Wang Ou is your grandson?"

Wang Hanyin had no choice but to smile bitterly and nodded: "I am now in the state of a spirit body, but I believe that you are not very interested in this kind of thing, I am here to talk to you about a condition, if you can help my grandson get out of the plagiarism case, then I will cure your granddaughter's illness." ”

The president of the Calligraphy and Painting Association lowered his head and pondered for a while, and then responded categorically.

"If Wang Ou is really a plagiarist, then I can't help much, you know that this kind of thing is very bad, if you rely on my current prestige and identity to suppress this matter, it will have a very bad impact on the calligraphy and painting world. ”

Wang Hanyin listened to the words of the president of the Calligraphy and Painting Association, and felt some admiration in his heart, there are not many people like this now, if it is someone else, I heard that someone can cure his granddaughter's illness, maybe he has already agreed, but the president of the Calligraphy and Painting Association is still concerned about the future of the calligraphy and painting world, which makes Wang Hanyin full of emotion.

"President, I have to admit that your character really makes me admire, my grandson did not plagiarize you are an expert here, as long as you compare the two paintings, I believe you will be able to see who is the original. ”

As he spoke, he suddenly shook his head, with an anxious look on his face.

"I've been in your dreams for too long, and I've said what I had to say, I need to hurry away, I hope you'll think carefully about what I just said, and we'll see you later." ”

As he spoke, he slowly disappeared.

The president of the Calligraphy and Painting Association exclaimed, sat up from the bed, looked at his room with some incredulity, sure that it was just a dream, and let out a long breath, but his heart fell into doubt again.

"What's going on? If it was really just a dream just now, then this dream is too real, and this person actually said that it was Wang Ou's grandfather, and I have also done some understanding of Wang Ou's affairs, and he is indeed a very talented young man, but isn't his grandfather dead?"

Thinking of this, he suddenly gasped, and the president of the Calligraphy and Painting Association thought that it was precisely because Wang Ou's grandfather had passed away that according to the folk ghosts and gods, it was possible to give himself a dream.

"Is it really a ghost? I can't believe it's a little incredible, what the hell is going on?"

He couldn't figure it out, but then he thought that if Wang Ou was really framed, then as the president of the association, he had to take care of it, and he couldn't let such a very talented young man ruin his future because of such an inexplicable thing.

What's more, maybe that person can really cure his granddaughter.

In the next few days, there happened to be a TV talk show to interview the president of the Calligraphy and Painting Association.

Before that, the president of the Calligraphy and Painting Association carefully compared the two works, believing that this was indeed from the hands of a young man, rather than an international master who had already become famous.

In the program, the painting characteristics and skills of the two people were analyzed, and it was insisted that the original painting must be Wang Ou.

His reputation and reputation are very good, everyone believes what he says, and at this time, almost half of the people began to support Wang Ou, and things took a dramatic turn.

Wang Ou felt that this was an opportunity to clarify himself, so he took advantage of this time to release the chat records of his classmates to prove his innocence.

Finally figured it out, the president of the Calligraphy and Painting Association had a better impression of Wang Ou, so when Wang Ou finally breathed a sigh of relief, he felt that he should be careful when making friends in the future, and he should stick to the road of painting more, he received a call.

"You are Wang Ou, right? I know you don't know me, but you must have heard my name, I am the president of the Calligraphy and Painting Association, I appreciate your talent very much, there is a reluctant invitation in Yu City, are you willing to be my student?"

Wang Ou couldn't believe his ears, and asked subconsciously repeatedly.

"Do you mean that you are willing to be my teacher? Are you really the president of the Calligraphy and Painting Association?"

The president of the Calligraphy and Painting Association laughed and thought that the young man was really interesting.

"I am indeed the president of the association, if you don't have any opinions, then now I am your teacher. ”

Wang Hanyin looked at this ending with satisfaction, a smile appeared on his face, he knew that it was time for him to fulfill his promise at this time, so he opened the system mall.