"Do you know how many pairs of eyes in China are staring at you now?" Jiang Boheng looked at Zhong Yue seriously.

"Yes. ”

"Since you want to take on the heavy lift, then you should understand that you need to be responsible for what you have said. ”

Zhong Yue nodded and said, "I understand." ”

Fang Cai said several Zhong Yue who didn't know in a row, but now he has become an understanding and full of promises, which makes Jiang Boheng have a headache.

Chen Tingzhi frowned and asked, "Bo Heng, what's the matter? Is he not of enough standard?" Chen Tingzhi has been living abroad for a long time, so naturally he doesn't know very well what is happening in China, and he doesn't pay much attention to young calligraphers.

Jiang Boheng pressed Chen Tingzhi's elbow, "It's a long story, Tingzhi, I'll talk to you later." I thought, we'll have to choose someone else. ”

"This ...... It's too late. ”

"He really can't. ”

"He can!"

The two old men looked at Alice Tam, who had been silent behind Zhong Yue, and saw full of trust in those stubborn big eyes.

"What?"

Alice Tam clenched her little fists and pursed her lips, "I said, Zhong Yue, he can do it! Please ask the two teachers to give us this chance!"

"No, Boheng. I'm confused. Aren't they contestants in the first place, why do you say they can't do it? No, why did they send them before?"

Jiang Boheng looked at Zhong Yue and said, "He...... I said that I didn't put down my pen before I came up with a work comparable to a rice wine post. I think people can't stand without faith, Zhong Yue, if you want to reach a higher level, you should have your own attitude and perseverance!"

"Yes. ”

"So I think in the next five or ten years, you have to calm down, wash all the lead, and look forward to your amazing work in the future. Until then......"

"So I decided to compete. ”

Jiang Boheng gasped, "It's ...... in such a short time"

Zhong Yue pointed behind him, "Do you think there is a better option?"

Chen Tingzhi also means this, a dead horse should be a live horse doctor, if there is not even a person to participate, this is a joke, really, he, the rotating president, has no face.

"I'd rather have no one in this race than let you lose in Tokyo!"

Alice Tam looked at Jiang Boheng's somewhat angry eyes, and covered her mouth and looked at it in surprise.

Is Zhong Yue's sealing of the pen and lifting the pen really so important?

"Don't be impatient, Jiang Lao, leave everything to me. Zhong Yue patted Jiang Boheng on the shoulder, although it was only through Yun Hui's phone call, Zhong Yue understood that with that phone call alone, he could see that Jiang Boheng's high-spirited and bright side, at least he could be ashamed of Zhong Yue's humble temperament, which could be proved.

Hearing what Zhong Yue said, that kind of calmness and confidence, Jiang Boheng felt dazed and overwhelmed, and what was even more terrifying was that he actually believed it a little!

Chen Tingzhi said: "Boheng, this is what you have always said, the hope of the Chinese book world?"

"No, he is not the hope of the Chinese book world. ”

"Who's that?"

"He is the future of the Chinese book world. Jiang Boheng said with conviction.

“……”

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Calligraphy salons are a very popular event in Japan. Japan's emphasis on calligraphy is such that nearly a quarter of the country's population is engaged in the art, which is incredible in a modern country in the 21st century.

Zhong Yue neither admires foreign flattery, nor does he hold on to the defective, but he firmly believes in one thing, that is, the strength and weakness of the two nations in the future is not a material contest, but culture!

In this battle, even if Furuyama Miichi didn't let him thwart the Japanese calligraphy, he had to do it.

In the afternoon, the calligraphy salon was about to start, and Mitsuhiko Aoyama told Chen Tingzhi, who was communicating in the exhibition hall, with a smile on his face.

"Mr. Chen, this is a recent statistic, according to statistics, the number of people in our Yamato people who are engaged in or love calligraphy has reached 30 million, and there are about 1 million people in Japan who can hold solo exhibitions and publish portfolios, which is really gratifying data, and I think that in the future, it will be very close to the era when all people love calligraphy and can know calligraphy. ”

Chen Tingzhi's face froze, and then he smiled, stretched out his hand and shook it with Mitsuhiko Aoyama, "This is really a gratifying data, which is worthy of pride and learning from all calligraphers in all countries." ”

"I don't think that's far from the number of Chinese calligraphy practitioners, right?"

The smile on Chen Tingzhi's face became even stiffer, he was Chinese, and he was in the blood of the descendants of Yan and Huang, and when he heard the words of Mitsuhiko Aoyama, his heart was stabbed fiercely, "I want to ...... I've been living overseas for more than a decade, and I can't really answer that. ”

"Although there are no statistics, we still have a calligraphy base of 40 or 50 million in Huaxia, as for calligraphers, this number ...... Well, it's hard to say. Zhang Guangcai, who worked in the International Book Association on the side, replied.

After listening to the translation of the people on the side, Mitsuhiko Aoyama smiled, "Yes, after all, your population is ten times that of us." Okay, I'll go get ready first, so let's come over quickly. ”

"Good. ”

Chen Tingzhi was really stimulated by this sentence, and the smile on his face was lost.

Is this the art of calligraphy that deserves to be cut off, or is it really the incompetence of these calligraphers?

"This Japanese is really arrogant, a million calligraphers? Drawing two strokes at random is also called calligraphy? If you really want to pick out the details, it is estimated that they can pick out 10,000 calligraphers, and that is a difficult thing. ”

"Then dare to ask this old gentleman, according to your detailed statement and the proportion of the population, can you find 100,000 qualified calligraphers in our Huaxia?"

"This ...... It should be fine. ”

Zhong Yue smiled: "I hope you can say this confidently and calmly like Mr. Qingshan just now." ”

"Zhong Yue. ”

"Huh?"

"Can you make this number go to one million?" Chen Tingzhi walked up to Zhong Yue.

Zhong Yue carried the leather case, looked at the old man with gray sideburns, and said, "I'm sorry, I can't. ”

A few old men on the side chuckled.

It seems that this guy is also quite self-aware.

"Huh...... Go ahead and prepare. ”

Zhong Yue looked at the old man's back, pinched the handle of the leather case, and said, "But I can make that 30 million become 40 million, 50 million...... Or even a billion, a billion!"

"You're really not afraid of the wind flashing your tongue?"

"Why are you?"

Chen Tingzhi's footsteps paused, and somehow, he suddenly left old tears, and looked at the sunlight in the distance vaguely.

"That day, I may not be able to see it. If that day comes, Zhong Yue, I will let my children and grandchildren take me back and let me sleep in China with a smile! I am waiting for that day!"