Zhuang Mengya's words were said to Zhang Ping, because it was Zhang Ping who proposed to let Zhuang Yi write a pair of words first.

didn't rush to answer Zhuang Mengya, Zhang Ping also saw what Zhuang Yi wrote, there is a form but no god, if it is enough to just record the content, but if it is used to appreciate, it is not in the eye.

"If I had to say it, it would be no match for mine. Zhang Ping said bluntly, but still nodded: "But I finally have the ability to distinguish between the good and the bad." ”

"Hmph, don't be ashamed!" Zhang Ping's arrogant words, to Zhuang Yi's ears, were just the last struggle before death, which was very ridiculous.

Zhang Ping did not ridicule each other anymore, and directly proved with his actions that it was much more powerful than words.

Zhang Ping picked up the pen, and the momentum on his body suddenly changed, as if what he was holding was no longer a pen, but a sharp sword, and what he wanted to do was not to write on paper, but to cut off the enemy's head.

"What's going on, I suddenly got a layer of egg bumps on my body. ”

"Boss Zhang, is the heating in your store broken?"

Although the killing intent on Zhang Ping's body was not aimed at the people in the store, just being affected by the aftermath was enough to make them fall into an ice cave, and the awe-inspiring killing intent made them have the idea of turning around and escaping from the restaurant immediately.

"How do I think it's caused by Boss Zhang. ”

Someone sensed the source of the chill, but when he said it, he didn't even believe it.

Zhang Ping finally moved, the killing aura on his body poured through the pen in his hand, Zhang Ping swiped it with a stroke, leaving an ink color on the paper, like a terrifying wound, and like a splash of blood.

"Okay, I'm afraid you won't be able to stand it if you write too much. ”

Zhang Ping put down the pen, but wrote a stroke, before it was written, he no longer continued, as if to prove his calligraphy level, one stroke, enough!

Everyone stretched their necks one by one, wanting to find out what Zhang Ping had written.

"It's a sword?"

"No, how did I see a battlefield full of blood. ”

"Isn't it an executioner who has killed countless people?"

Although it is just a stroke, no matter who looks at it, they can see different scenes, but no matter what they see, they all have one thing in common, that is, killing and death, and this common point is the so-called artistic conception.

Top calligraphers can combine the content of the writing, the connection between the strokes, or the weight of the pen, etc., so that they want to express their emotions through a pair of words.

But Zhang Ping did this with only one stroke, Zhang Ping has already done it without any skills, and every stroke is the state of returning to the basics in his heart.

Of course, Zhuang Yi also saw what Zhang Ping wrote, although he wanted to be stubborn, saying that what Zhang Ping wrote was not enough, but the visual impact brought to him by that stroke did not allow him to do so.

From that stroke, Zhuang Yi saw happiness and enmity, life and death, and contained what he realized in his heart in the handwriting, expressing his feelings with words, which is the realm pursued by every calligrapher.

If Zhuang Yi denied Zhang Ping's stroke, wouldn't it be inconvenient to deny his pursuit in the first half of his life?

"I really lost this bet. ”

And just losing under a stroke of others, the gap is simply incalculable.

Zhuang Yi was convinced, and the whole person seemed to be more than ten years old in an instant.

It's not just calligraphy that's about the game, it's about him as a person.

Zhuang Yi has always thought that he was on the side of righteousness, and he didn't think he had done anything wrong about "exposing" Zhang Ping on the Internet, but this time it turned out that he was not only wrong, but also very wrong!

It is precisely because of this that Zhuang Yi has become so depressed.

"How is it possible that Dad actually lost? It is impossible for a young restaurant owner to win the vice president of the Calligraphy Association. ”

Zhuang Mengya couldn't believe it, she had a certain understanding of calligraphy since she was a child, but like Zhang Ping, a calligraphy that can distinguish the winner with just one stroke, Zhuang Mengya has never heard of it, and she has never seen it, so she has doubts.

"Xiaomeng, don't say it again, this bet is indeed my loss. ”

Zhuang Yi stopped his daughter from continuing to say, although he was unwilling to bear the consequences of losing, but as Zhang Ping thought, Zhuang Yi had to admit this defeat.

"After that, I will send the compensation, and after I go back, I will also clarify on the Internet that it is me Zhuang Yi who has eyes and ignores Mount Tai and misunderstood the master. Zhuang Yi said.

This is something that Zhuang Yi cannot deny, Wei Ning filmed the cause and process of this gambling contract with a camera, although it is only a verbal agreement, and it has no legal effect, but only by reversing this article, Zhuang Yi's reputation can be damaged.

Not to mention that in today's era of prejudice against various "masters", Zhuang Yi only needs to operate a little, which is enough to directly ruin his reputation.

Zhuang Yi and Zhuang Mengya, father and daughter, originally came in a hurry, but now they are leaving dejectedly, maybe even they didn't expect that today would be such a result.

Zhuang Yi does not deserve sympathy, after all, he is self-inflicted.

But Zhuang Mengya wanted to cry without tears, she just wanted to come to have a meal, why did she get into such a situation?

After the two went out, the Ping'an Restaurant became lively again.

"Boss Zhang, you are really hidden. ”

"Sure enough, a cook who doesn't want to be a master calligrapher is not a good boss. ”

Those regular customers naturally know Zhang Ping's temperament, although I don't look like I'm in the same league with you on weekdays, but in fact he is an amiable person, so they dare to joke about Zhang Ping at this time.

But jokes aside, the surprise in their hearts is indeed a lot, Zhang Parallel is a strange style of doing things, a very good cook, but in such a remote place, opened a small shop with a lot of rules, and now I know that he is a calligrapher who makes the vice president of the Calligraphy Association willing to bow down, neither of these two identities is simple, but Zhang Ping is still so young......

This made them even more curious about Zhang Ping's identity, if they weren't born under the red flag, they would all have to wonder if Zhang Ping was a monster.

"Boss Zhang, you really won!"

Although Li Xinrui could be regarded as helping Zhang Ping with advice before, her purpose was only to choke Zhuang Yi, and she was still skeptical about whether Zhang Ping could win, so when Zhang Ping said "one million", Li Xinrui was really worried about him.

But fortunately, he was not self-defeating, which also made Li Xinrui completely relieved.

"This time, it's all up to you, little girl, to come up with your ideas, and I'll give you this half-finished word. ”

Bai Jin made a million dollars, which made Zhang Ping feel very good, so he gave the stroke on the table directly to Li Xinrui, if she hadn't been by the side to stimulate Zhuang Yi this time, the vice president of the Calligraphy Association, I am afraid that he would not have the courage to make this bet with Zhang Ping.

"That's embarrassing. Li Xinrui originally wanted to refuse, but thinking of Zhang Ping's stubbornness, she still put it away, thinking that she must come to eat more meals in the future.