The old man's words made everyone present excited.

Then he said: "After the exchange meeting, we will auction everyone's calligraphy and paintings. ”

"The highest price wins!"

Easy to understand, simple and straightforward.

Smack!

After speaking, I heard fierce applause from the audience.

At this time, Lu Zhiyun, as the honorary president, slowly came to the stage and took over the microphone in the hand of the old man in Tang costume.

"First of all, it is a regular script work from the calligrapher Song Zhe. Lu Zhiyun said.

The words just fell!

I saw two emcee beauties, carefully holding rice paper in their hands, appearing on the stage.

Then gently pull the rice paper apart.

Angry hair rushes to the crown, leaning on the railing, Xiaoxiao rain rests......

Reflected in the eyes of everyone.

The first feeling is that the word, which is unusually regular, almost reaches the width and narrowness of every word, and the length is the same.

The audience didn't know who it was, and exclaimed: ", it's actually Yue Fei's Man Jianghong!"

If a famous person shoots, he will know if there is one.

In particular, the vertical, right-to-left format gives people a solemn and solemn feeling.

Especially the four words "angry hair rushing to the crown" are strong and powerful, full of picture sense.

Song Zhe saw everyone's reaction, and a smug smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

And Xiao Zhengmin, who was in the audience, was even more crazy when he saw this calligraphy, and excitedly held Chen Ning's hand: "That Man Jianghong is really beautiful, the penmanship is changeable, and the pen style is domineering!"

Concubine Xiao Yu on the side also nodded, although she didn't know much about calligraphy, but the full Jianghong on the stage was really eye-catching.

The degree of regularity alone is simply unbearable.

When Chen Ning heard this, he laughed out loud: "I look at the calligraphy, the bull's head is not the horse's mouth, and the outside is strong and the middle is dry!"

The sound was not loud, but it was heard by Song Zhe on the stage, because everyone was still immersed in it, and the whole venue was unusually quiet.

In addition, Chen Ning and the three were arranged by Lu Zhiyun in the second row, so his voice was particularly harsh.

Xiao Zhengmin glanced at him angrily: "What do you know!"

Although Chen Ning brought him a lot of shocks, he really didn't think that the son-in-law in front of him would be good at calligraphy, and he was good at painting.

Who would have thought that he would actually disdain the full Jianghong on the stage.

As everyone knows, since Chen Ning got the inheritance of his ancestors, he is not only proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, but also eighteen kinds of weapons.

This kind of mastery does not mean that I can draw, write, or play with knives and guns, but as long as I use my pen to draw and write books, that is the level of ancient masters.

So when he saw the painting on the stage, there really wasn't much of a ripple on his face.

This is like a top student, obviously 1+1 is equal to 2, you have to say 11, and you are still complacent.

Song Zheqiang held back the anger in his heart and asked with a smile: "This gentleman, it seems that you also know calligraphy?"

As soon as these words came out, everyone was in an uproar.

His eyes brushed towards Chen Ning.

After discovering his outfit, they all showed a touch of ridicule and even disgust.

Chen Ning smiled: "I understand a little, I understand a little." ”

But when it fell into Song Zhe's ears, it changed its meaning.

"Then dare to ask sir, how is this Man Jianghong?" After speaking, Song Zhe looked at him with a smile on his face.

", what's the situation, everyone Song actually asked a little deflated three calligraphy?"

"If he knew calligraphy, Lao Tzu would eat the table on the stage!"

Concubine Xiao Yu also heard the discussion of everyone in the audience clearly, her face was extremely red, and she couldn't wait to find a crack in the ground to get into.

Immediately, he quietly pulled his clothes with his hand: "Chen Ning, sit down, don't be ashamed." ”

Xiao Zhengmin also glared at him fiercely: "Chen Ning, what are you doing, hurry up and sit down!"

Hearing this, Chen Ning glanced at the two of them, glanced at everyone present, sighed, and said slowly: "Everyone Song, forgive me for being clumsy, I can't see it." ”

The words just fell!

The sound of ridicule came from all corners of the venue.

These voices made Concubine Xiao Yu's father and daughter turn pale for a while.

It seems that they have become clowns in the eyes of the rich present.

......

On the other hand, Chen Ning was like a heartless person, completely unafraid of the cynicism of everyone present: "Ancestor, heaven and earth can be learned, this is really not me speaking with a clear conscience, but for my pretty wife." ”

But Chen Ning's confession did not get Song Zhe to let him go, but the smile on his face was even thicker, and he raised his eyebrows and said: "This gentleman, I heard it with my own ears just now, you said that Song's full Jianghong is full of flaws!"

Song Zhe deliberately embarrassed him.

Sure enough.

As soon as these words came out, everyone present laughed one after another.

"Who's that?"

"Which of you know?"

"I really don't know who gave him the courage, saying that the calligraphy of the Song family is full of flaws. ”

"Could it be that Liang Jingru gave it?"

With the overwhelming sneering voice, Concubine Xiao Yu, who was sitting in the seat, was extremely pale, and her body was trembling.

Seeing this, Chen Ning's face changed slightly, and he gently patted her fragrant shoulder: "Don't worry about me!"

After speaking, he immediately gave her a reassuring look.

Then his eyes fell on Song Zhe's body: "Everyone Song, your full Jianghong is really rubbish." ”

"Seriously, only these people will worship it as a treasure. ”

The sound was not loud, but it spread to every corner of the venue.

For a time, the anger of everyone was concentrated on him.

Wrath!

Song Zhe's face was also extremely pale, and a flash of anger flashed in his eyes.

said coldly: "This gentleman, since you think that Man Jianghong is rubbish, why don't you come up and write it?"

Although Song Zhe was angry in his heart, he did not lose his mind, on the contrary, he was unusually calm.

As soon as these words came out, the people in the audience immediately started to coax.

shouted: "You can do it!"

"It's a shame to say that we don't know calligraphy. ”

"Pretending to be 13, it's not like that, is it?"

Hearing this, Chen Ning walked out of his seat and went on stage without hesitation.

This scene fell in Song Zhe's eyes, and he sneered: "It's just self-inflicted!"

"Trouble the two beauties, get me a half-cooked piece of rice paper. Chen Ning smiled at the two emcees.

After a while, the two emcees brought rice paper.

Chen Ning touched the paper system, it was indeed half-baked.

Then he picked up the pen, and just when everyone thought he was about to write, he suddenly stopped and looked at Song Zhe with a playful expression: "Everyone Song, since you want to compare, then there must be some color, right?"

Song Zhe listened to it, and almost didn't laugh angrily, and pretended to be 13 for Lao Tzu?

Immediately, he waved his hand and said, "If you win, I will give you a painting of Yan Zhenqing's true handwriting." ”

The words just fell!

There was an uproar.

You have to know Yan Zhenqing's authentic works, but there is no market.

But Chen Ning shook his head: "I don't like that thing, if I win, you kneel down and kowtow to me." ”