Brushes and rice paper, these things are really not available in Zhang Ping's store, Wei Ning is not afraid of trouble, and goes to help Zhang Ping buy them.

Zhang Ping's shop was originally located in the grocery street, as the name suggests, it was to buy everything, Wei Ning ran to a stationery store, and soon paid out of his own pocket to buy everything that needed to be prepared.

"Xiao Wei, you ...... It's too unsophisticated. ”

Wei Ning put the things he bought on the table, and Sun Kewei, who had been watching the excitement next to him, only felt his face twitch.

Whether it is paper and pen, they are ordinary goods on the market, and the ink exudes a smell of ink, and you can see that the quality is not very good at a glance.

As the saying goes, seeing words is like seeing people, calligraphy can be used for self-cultivation, for a good calligrapher, pen, ink, paper, inkstone are all exquisite, just one person is not enough, only these things cooperate with each other, in order to write the meaning between the words.

"This ...... I've picked the most expensive ones. Wei Ning was puzzled.

Wei Ning didn't know much about calligraphy, and the reason why he liked Zhang Ping so much was only because of his keen intuition as a journalist.

Sun Kewei was about to explain to him, but Zhang Ping had already waved his hand to interrupt.

"It's just a few words, how can there be so much exquisiteness, as long as you want to write, even if it's a wooden stick scribbling on the sand pool, it's calligraphy. ”

No matter what you do, you pay attention to a people-oriented, other things are just a supporting role, as long as you have real skills, even if you don't have pen, ink, paper and inkstone, you can write words that make people have nothing to say.

Sun Kewei was speechless, only saying that he was not as old as a young man who could see through it.

Wei Ning saw that Zhang Ping had no opinion, so he set up his camera and prepared to start shooting.

Zhang Ping paved it and announced that he dipped the softened brush in ink, and the temperament of the whole person changed at this time.

If Zhang Ping was an ordinary member of the red dust before, and he was not inconspicuous at all, then he is now an emperor overlooking the common people, which makes people dare not look at it, but they can't help but admire.

Zhang Pingbi walked the dragon and snake, and soon wrote down the words "Ping An Restaurant".

Looking at a pair of words, the important thing is not its content, but in its charm, Zhang Ping's pair of words is like this, every stroke is like a peerless sword, as if you look at it more, you will be stabbed.

"The word Boss Zhang is simply amazing. Wei Ning was dumbfounded, and after Zhang Ping finished writing, he even looked at and closed the camera.

"And the charm of the writing is not like a young man in his twenties, and I believe it when he says that he is an old man who has been obsessed with calligraphy for decades. Sun Kewei kept circling around that pair of words, if it weren't for the content of the words, he really wanted to buy it back and observe it carefully.

But Zhang Ping wrote the words "Ping An Restaurant", which was obviously prepared for his own store, and Sun Kewei was not good at winning people's favors.

"Boss Zhang rest assured, just with Boss Zhang's good words, he will definitely be able to cause a sensation. ”

Wei Ning took the camera and snapped it with great interest, and then left satisfied.

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Back at the newspaper, Wei Ning immediately called his editor, and after the content was approved, he entered the intense copywriting and layout work, Wei Ning's editor was actually more optimistic about Wei Ning's manuscript this time, so in the next issue of the newspaper, his article was published.

However, the response was not very good.

For that reason, there are too few people who still maintain the habit of reading newspapers, and most of those who read newspapers are middle-aged and elderly people, and they are not interested in similar headlines such as "Young store manager with excellent calligraphy".

"Xiao Wei, there are some things that can't be forced. ”

In the newspaper office, the editor patted Wei Ning on the shoulder, sighed, and said.

Editor Wei Ning is actually quite optimistic about this news, but it is not suitable for a newspaper of their seriousness, so he can't do anything but regret.

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In a high-end villa area, Zhuang Mengya had just gotten up, and after washing, she was about to lie on the sofa and play with her mobile phone, but she saw a newspaper on the table.

Zhuang Mengya remembered that her father had to subscribe to such a newspaper every day, and she was usually not interested in it, but today somehow, she took it easily, of course, she didn't read those "policy", "progress", "development" and other headlines, so the news published with Zhang Ping quickly attracted her attention.

didn't take up much space, just a short paragraph of text, with a picture, Zhuang Mengya stared at the picture for a while, her face became more and more exciting, and finally shouted, "Dad, Dad, come and see." ”

A man in his forties walked out of the kitchen with breakfast, saw Zhuang Mengya's expression excited, and asked, "Xiaomeng, what's the matter, look at what makes you excited." ”

Zhuang Yi is the vice president of the Wuyue Calligraphy Association, and in addition to attending various activities, he is usually an idler and spends more time at home.

Zhuang Mengya jumped up from the sofa, held the newspaper, put the picture printed with Zhang Ping's handwriting under Zhuang Yi's nose, and said, "Dad, you look at this word, it looks even better than Dad, you can write." ”

Zhuang Yi was so angry that his eyebrows trembled, but he still looked over, but when he saw it, he was stunned.

"This deed...... Just from the photos, you can see that it is extraordinary, is it really a master in the name?" Zhuang Yi took the newspaper and looked at the handwriting on it, although he didn't want to admit it, he really couldn't write this artistic conception.

"I've also heard my friends talk about this Ping'an restaurant, and they all say that the food inside is delicious, Dad, let's go eat and have a look, you can also get to know this calligrapher." Zhuang Mengya has already thought of other aspects, the attraction of food is much greater than calligraphy or something.

"Xiaomeng, you are just too anxious, like this kind of news that seems to be true and false, let me understand the situation first, and then make a final decision. ”

Zhuang Yi, as the vice president of the Wuyue City Calligraphy Association, naturally has some connections, and he is also very interested in the words published in the newspaper, he thinks that everyone knows some calligraphy in Wuyue City, but he can write like Zhang Ping, but Zhuang Yi can't find such a person in his impression.

Zhuang Yi found the newspaper through the relationship, Wei Ning had already handed over the video of Zhang Ping's writing to the newspaper, so that Zhang Ping's store would attract attention, so he immediately put the video on the Internet, but now it is useless, so as soon as Zhuang Yi found it, the senior management of the newspaper did not hesitate to send the video out.

After Zhuang Yi got the video, he saw an environment similar to a small restaurant, and the pen, ink and paper on the table, he knew at a glance that it was just a bargain, which gave him a bad first impression.

What good words can be written in such an environment?

Shaking his head, Zhuang Yi continued to read, and then saw a young man standing in front of the table, the brush he waved as if it were a performance, writing and drawing on the paper.

Because Wei Ning's purpose was to promote Zhang Ping's restaurant, the camera was pulled farther, although it could be seen that the words on the paper were written by Zhang Ping, but it was not very clear.

Although the final camera zoomed in to the table, there was a period of time before when Wei Ning and Sun Kewei lamented that Zhang Ping's calligraphy was edited out by Wei Ning.

"Isn't that a lie to such a young calligrapher?"

Zhuang Yi concluded that this was hype, whether it was the preparation of those laymen or Zhang Ping's age, he didn't believe that the last finished product was written by Zhang Ping, and the traces of the middle clip seemed to confirm his conjecture.