This appearance of not being afraid of death stunned everyone present.

He Ze saw that they were looking at him, and instead he straightened his chest, quite proud.

He Ze stood there, like a noble person with different streams and filth!

Do you want him He Ze to hold Jiang Ming's stinky feet like them?

He Meixin stood up, also looked at the private room on the second floor, and shouted: "Jiang Ming, Young Master He Ze is not wrong, if you have the ability, let the staff open it and show us the auction first." What is it to deceive?" He Meixin added: "We people in the Poetry Society despise this practice. ”

At this time, Tan Peng didn't stand up to speak, just sat like that......

Today's auction is really full of twists and turns!

Everyone looked at the private room on the second floor, thinking that Jiang Ming would not come out.

Who knew that Jiang Ming walked out and looked at them condescendingly, his cold eyes like looking at a group of ants.

He Ze was angered by that look: "Jiang Ming, if you are a decent man and a gentleman, you can let the staff open it and show it first." That's what auctions have always been about. Why should the rules be changed for you?"

He Ze's cheeks were red, and he puffed out his face and said angrily: "I don't accept it!"

He Meixin saw Jiang Ming's face change slightly, He Meixin's heart suddenly sank, and shouted: "Jiang Ming, we know that you are very capable of fighting! But we are all your classmates and seniors, you dare to do it?!"

The crowd was silent.

This group of students is really not afraid of death......

I'm afraid they don't know what the ancient warriors represent, and they don't know what the masters who have given birth to internal strength are!

Jiang Ming put his hands behind his back and looked arrogant: "Open it for all auctioneers to see!"

He Ze and the others immediately smiled, and everyone looked at Jiang Ming with a provocative expression.

It is no wonder that a literati can say that a military attache can die with one mouth.

The hostess looked at Wang Ruoyun inside helplessly, and could only ask the staff present to put on gloves and open the rolled rice paper.

The staff member carefully opened the rice paper, his pupils shrank suddenly, and he said in surprise: "This ...... This ......"

He Ze: They were even more excited.

He Ze shouted, "Open it and show it to everyone!"

Jiang Ming stood at the window of the private room on the second floor, looking down indifferently.

Two staff members unfolded the rice paper, one holding two corners each. The cameras present came to shoot and projected the work on rice paper on a large screen.

The old man stood up suddenly, his eyes suddenly widened, and he exclaimed: "Good work! Courageous and strong, strange and elegant, and then look at its structure, it is as natural as it is, and the bones and blood are abundant! It is really a masterpiece!"

The old man said excitedly, the white beard on his lips shaking.

The old man couldn't help but walk towards the front, and the security guards present hurriedly stepped forward: "Old man, what are you doing up there? ”

The old man angrily reprimanded a few security guards: "Old man, my eyes are dizzy, and I can't see clearly, can't I come forward and take a look?"

The old man wanted to run ahead, but several security guards hurriedly came up to stop him.

The old man, who was still trembling when he was walking just now, was as flexible as a monkey, and he suddenly got out from under the arms of several security guards!

Everyone is confused, there is still this operation in the slot!

The old man came to the front desk of the auction, stared at the rice paper with a pair of tiger eyes, and continued to chant in his mouth: "To appreciate a calligraphy work, we must not only look at the words, but also look at its pen power, momentum and demeanor, which is what we all call 'both form and spirit'." You see, the center of gravity of this character is very stable, and it looks quite like the writing of an old man who has been calligraphy for decades. Masterpieces, masterpieces, masterpieces!"

The words that the old man was talking about, many rich people actually couldn't understand it, and they didn't know what he was talking about, but everyone heard it, and the old man said that this handwriting was good!

A rough man present scratched his hair and said with a smile: "I'm a rough person, and I don't know how to appreciate calligraphy works, so I think this is good-looking, better than what the Qingshan monk wrote just now!"

Another self-made tycoon in Jianghai City, who only has a primary school education, also smiled: "Yes, I also think this word is good-looking, of course, I can't say where it looks good, I just think it looks good." ”

"Well, I don't even know what is written just by looking at this word. One word is good, and the whole word is also good. ”

The old man turned around suddenly, and the old man blushed and exclaimed, "This is the highest level of calligraphy—both elegant and vulgar!"

hat？

The highest?

These four words directly confused everyone present.

The old man continued: "The so-called appreciation of elegance and vulgarity means that people with and without culture find it good-looking. The layman looks at the lively, the insider looks at the doorway, whether it is the insider or the layman feel good, this is the appreciation of elegance and vulgarity! It is the highest level of calligraphy, and this is a masterpiece!"

it, what a high rating......

Zheng Neng looked at the young man at the window of the private room on the second floor, and complimented him again and again: "It is worthy of Mr. Jiang, this handwriting makes all of us ashamed! ”

"That's right, that's why I paid such a high price! Mr. Jiang's work is well deserved. Another rich man with a sharp-beaked monkey cheek said flatteringly.

"That group of students still don't know that the sky is high and the earth is thick? So He Ze thinks that there is a Qingshan monk's "Theory of Governing the Country" is very awesome? I said that Mr. Jiang's works must be better than those written by Qingshan monks!" A man with a fat head and big ears shouted, and he glanced at Jiang Ming after speaking. Who knew that Jiang Ming didn't look at him at all.

Many people present nodded in agreement, and the words of praise in their mouths almost lifted the roof of the auction.

He Ze and the others were dumbfounded, and they ...... Can it still be like this?

He Ze looked at the handwriting on the rice paper, and his face turned pale.

He learned calligraphy from an early age, and he can also be called an expert. According to the rules of connoisseurship of calligraphy works, Jiang Ming's "Book of Commandments" can definitely be called a superb masterpiece.

If compared with Aoyama Jushi's "Theory of Governance", it is even better. Perhaps, in addition to Jiang Ming's current fame, Jiang Ming's calligraphy works can surpass the Qingshan monks!

This was far beyond He Ze's imagination, and he stepped back in shock.

He Meixin hurriedly supported He Ze and said in a low voice: "Young Master He, you have to cheer up!"

Cheer yourself up......

Jiang Ming stood on the second floor, with his hands behind his back, looking at He Ze who was sweating like rain below, and asked lightly, "He Ze, can you take it now?"

Wear......?

He felt the gaze of a group of rich people around him, and his face was dark.

His hands clenched, and he shouted, "I don't accept it! ”

He Ze got down from the seat, walked over, and shouted: "I am the vice president of the calligraphy club of Jianghai No. 2 Middle School, I have studied calligraphy since I was a child, and I know how to appreciate calligraphy. This kind of pen power, you can't be able to write!"

Jiang Ming wondered, just now a group of people thought that the talisman would not have been painted by him, and now he wrote a calligraphy work, and he was not convinced?

Not convinced?

If I don't convince you, I, Jiang Ming, have come for nothing today.

"Oh, yes, pen and paper!"

Wang Ruoyun nodded and nodded at the staff.

Jiang Ming took the pen and paper, wrote two words on the fine rice paper in a dashing manner in front of everyone, and then threw the rice paper towards He Ze below! "Classmate He, these two words are sent to you." ”

He Ze took the piece of paper, his face turned pale: "You...... You ......"

Jiang Ming looked at him meaningfully.

"That's what they all call wild grass, isn't it? The rough man just now said with a smile.

"It's really good-looking, Mr. Jiang Ming can even calligraphy! This world is really young people. But what is written? I don't understand it. ”

The people present had a lot of discussions, and they couldn't understand the wild grass written by Jiang Ming.

Everyone turned their attention to the old man who was excited just now.

The old man took the two words that Jiang Ming had just written, and was surprised.

"This ......"

"Old man, what did Mr. Jiang write?"

The old man spat out two words: "Stupid." ”

There was silence.

Foolish...... Stupid?

A young man present couldn't stand it anymore, so he stood up and laughed: "Stupid, yes, yes, it's stupid! What is that little classmate named He Ze now? Lu Ban got a big axe in front of the door! ”

The young man thrust his waist and laughed, and his voice kept coming, so angry that He Ze almost fainted on the spot.

It's so ruthless!

Jiang Ming is too ruthless!

I actually wrote the word "stupid" and sent it to him directly!

The old man coughed: "Although...... Although the meaning of the word is not good, it is indeed a good word! and the "Book of Commandments" was written by one person. ”

Everyone had handwriting, and the old man could tell that it was written by one person.

Jiang Ming put his hands behind his back, his eyes were cold, and his voice was like a rainbow: "He Ze, can you take it now?"

He Meixin and the others were silent.

I took it, I really took it.

That calligraphy work is unparalleled! Even if we look at the long river of history, Jiang Ming's "Book of Commandments" is not inferior.

He Meixin and the others suddenly felt a little lucky, fortunately it was not them who came out, otherwise they would have lost face.

He Zehan was like rain, he bit his lip tightly, and suddenly thought of something, he shouted: "I don't accept it, I still don't accept it, Jiang Ming, you don't want me to be convinced!"

Jiang Ming: "......"

Nima, still not convinced?

If you don't accept it again, Lao Tzu will convince you!

He Ze wiped the sweat from his forehead: "The requirements for the handwriting of calligraphy works are not only the handwriting, but also the content! I want to see what you have written." ”

He Ze didn't pay attention to the content just now, but just paid attention to the calligraphy.

He Ze smiled coldly: "Qingshan Jushi's "Treatise on Governing the Country" has been circulating for almost two hundred years, is its status in history comparable to the "Book of Commandments" you wrote?"

Tan Peng, who was standing in the crowd of students, didn't speak, but just looked at He Ze's gaze with some sympathy.

Tan Peng comes from a family of scholars, and calligraphy is also a compulsory course since childhood. Tan Peng could see what was written on it.

Tan Peng looked at Jiang Ming's "Book of Commandments" with wild grass in one hand, and was extremely silent.

If it were in ancient times, it would have been passed down for generations!