To give love? Li Jia sneered, looked at Tang Shuo's eyes and said, "What kind of love are you here to give?" ”

Tang Shuo looked at Li Jia with an idiot look, and said in a pitying tone: "Of course it's to participate in the auction, isn't your brain bad?" ”

"Then why didn't I see you bidding? Looks like you're just hiding here to eat. Li Jia scoffed.

Tang Shuo was wearing a suit of thousands of yuan that Lu Wanqi had bought before.

This dress may be fine for the working class, but it is a bit shabby for those of them who often wear haute couture suits.

Moreover, Tang Shuo did not have any other decorations on his body, and he did not even have a decent watch on his wrist, which made it difficult to classify him as a rich man.

And this is also an important reason why Li Jia dared to deal with Tang Shuo.

"Didn't you say that this banquet allowed temporary offerings?" Tang Shuo said: "I see that the words on the stage now are not much different from what I wrote, so I'll just write a pair and shoot it." ”

This time, not only Li Jia, but even some people who heard Tang Shuo's words laughed.

A middle-aged man turned back to Tang Shuo and said: "Young man, this painting is the authentic handiwork of Mr. Qiming, this "Seven Poems of the Tang and Song Dynasties" was auctioned for more than 400,000 yuan more than ten years ago, and now the price should have tripled." ”

A man listening to a beer belly next to him added. "Mr. Qiming is a master who created the word 'Qiti', one of the best characters in contemporary calligraphy and painting, do you think you are similar to him?"

"What a joke!"

“……”

Li Jia smiled and said to the waiter on the side: "You go find a set of paper, ink, pen and inkstone, and let this master write a pair of words." ”

The waiter naturally didn't say anything, and immediately ran to help the guest find it.

"Later, after you write it, I will arrange for someone to take it, and then see if anyone buys your handwriting." Li Jia gloated and said to Tang Shuo.

Tang Shuo shrugged his shoulders indifferently, picked up another piece of cake and ate it.

Lu Wanqi, who had been paying attention to Tang Shuo, was a little relieved when she saw that Tang Shuo was surrounded by a group of people, smiled apologetically at the man who accosted her, and said, "I'm sorry, I'll go to the bathroom." ”

When he was waiting for the waiter to come back with his things, Li Jia saw the female star Lu Wanqi looking at him walking towards him, so he grinned, straightened his collar, and deliberately exposed the limited edition skeleton watch of the Audemars Piguet Royal Oak series on his wrist, posing as if he thought he was very handsome.

He has played with many female stars before, and many of them are in his arms, but he has never been at the level of Lu Wanqi.

If you can soak in Lu Wanqi, then you can regain a little bit of the face you lost yesterday.

When Lu Wanqi walked to his side, Li Jiazheng wanted to speak, but he didn't expect Lu Wanqi to walk straight in front of him and chat with his number one enemy.

Do these two people know each other?

…………

"Tang Shuo, what's wrong?" Lu Wanqi looked at the surprised eyes around her and asked in a low voice.

Tang Shuo replied, "It's okay, I'm going to write a sub-character and send it to auction." ”

Lu Wanqi frowned and asked suspiciously, "You? ”

"That's right." Tang Shuo said: "It should be regarded as love." ”

"Miss Lu, do you know him?" Li Jia couldn't hold back anymore and asked.

Lu Wanqi just wanted to reproach Tang Shuo for messing around, when she heard someone interjecting, she asked suspiciously, "Are you?" ”

"My surname is Li, Li Jia." After Li Jia finished the introduction, he asked again: "Miss Lu knows him?" ”

Lu Wanqi nodded instinctively and asked, "Is there something wrong?" ”

Li Jia thought that Lu Wanqi was deceived by Tang Shuo for some reason, and reminded kindly: "This guy is a liar, Miss Lu must not be fooled." ”

"Is there some misunderstanding?" Lu Wanqi frowned and asked.

At this time, two waiters came over with a complete set of pen, ink, paper and inkstone, Li Jia saw this, and said to Lu Wanqi with a smile: "This guy didn't have an invitation, he ran in to eat and drink, and after I found out, he said that he wanted to write a subword and send it to auction." ”

As early as when Lu Wanqi came over, this corner attracted the attention of some people, plus the things in the hands of the waiter, except for some people in the hall who were bidding for "Seven Tang and Song Poems", nearly a quarter of the people in the hall came over to see what was going on.

Wang Kai, who had been pitted twice by Tang Shuo before, was attracted by Lu Wanqi, and when he saw Tang Shuo talking to Lu Wanqi, he thought he had seen a ghost.

The day before yesterday, he witnessed Tang Shuo enter Jiang's house, and he didn't come out for a long time, so he hurriedly drove away.

This matter has been held in his heart for the past two days, and no one has told him.

He originally thought that Tang Shuo had been killed by the Jiang family, but who knew that this guy was actually alive and well, and he appeared here.

Could it be that he really knows the people of the Jiang family?

If that's the case, why would this guy be Lu Wanqi's bodyguard?

…………

Tang Shuo ignored the gazes of everyone onlookers, and took the pen and paper from the waiter's hand, the pen and ink were very ordinary, the paper was a five-foot-large piece of raw rice paper, obviously these were found by the waiter in a hurry, and Tang Shuo didn't ask for anything else.

The waiter cleaned up the table with pastries and drinks, and Tang Shuo spread the paper.

Li Jia snorted coldly, wanting to see how Tang Shuo performed. Later, no matter what Tang Shuo wrote, he would send it over and put it up for auction, and then he would stand up and humiliate the other party in public.

Wang Kai was a little confused by all this, and asked the person next to him: "What is this doing?" ”

"This guy said that his handwriting is similar to that of Mr. Qiming, and said that he wanted to write a pair of live auctions." A diminutive man replied.

"That's a big statement." A man next to him answered. "We'll see how ugly he is later."

"If no one shoots it, it's fun."

"I think this guy is just grandstanding, and I don't know what he does, he is so shameless."

“……”

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Li Ruiyi inadvertently turned around, and saw that almost all the people in the back half of the banquet hall were gathered in a corner, and said to a man in his thirties beside him: "Go and see what's going on in the back?" ”

After a while, the man came back and said, "Someone wants to write a sub-word auction on the spot." ”

"Who is it?" Li Ruiyi asked.

"I don't know." The man replied.

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"Tang Shuo, are you okay?" Lu Wanqi pulled Tang Shuo's sleeve and said. "Otherwise, let's go."

"It's okay, don't worry." Tang Shuo smiled at Lu Wanqi, showed a mouthful of neat teeth, and replied, "If no one buys it later, you can spend money to buy it." ”

Lu Wanqi saw that there was no turning back, so she had to nod.

She decided that if no one bought it later, she would spend 100,000 yuan to shoot it.

Tang Shuo picked up the pen and looked at it, this was an ordinary hard pen, which belonged to the factory mass production type, and it could barely be used.

Spread out the paper, tried the weight of the pen, and after dipping it in ink, Tang Shuo began to write.

"Alone without the railing, infinite rivers and mountains, other times are easy to see and sometimes difficult."

"Flowing water and flowers are gone, heaven and earth."

More than 20 words are written in cursive with a single stroke, wide open and closed, and the pen is a thousand strokes.

When Tang Shuo finished writing and put down his pen, he couldn't help but think: If Master Zhuge knew that he wrote Li Yu's poems, he would scold himself.

The master Zhuge mentioned by Tang Shuo was Zhuge Taihe, a friend of his lame master, who had a strange temperament and lived alone in a hut on a small hill, rarely in contact with the outside world.

When he met each other for the first time when he was eight years old, he only knew that he had an additional master who taught him to write and play the piano.

From that year on, Tang Shuo would be sent by the lame master to study with the other party every three months until Zhuge Taihe died when he was thirteen years old.

At the last moment before the other party died, he took the few words that Tang Shuo had just written, and said with a smile: "You can leave the school." ”

…………

After seeing Tang Shuo's words, the discussion of the onlookers became even louder.

These two sentences are the "Waves and Sand Order" made by Li Yu, the lord of the Southern Queen, and the poem is a quatrain that has been passed down through the ages, but the problem is that Tang Shuo was written in wild grass, and most of the people present did not know it except for a few words.

After the middle-aged man who was the first to ridicule Tang Shuo read the poem out, everyone knew what Tang Shuo had written.

Li Jia sneered, picked up the words Tang Shuo had just written, and walked directly towards the stage, he couldn't wait for Tang Shuo to make a fool of himself.

What is this about?

It's clearly a ghost drawing.,Even if you hold a pen between your feet, you can write to this extent.。

After Li Jia handed the word to a staff member at the front desk, he remembered that he didn't know what the other party's name was, opened the word and glanced at it, and said: "This character is written temporarily, participating in the auction, and there is a payment on the word." ”

He was a little embarrassed to admit that he didn't recognize the name on the sign.

The staff member who was temporarily sent to organize the auction was an employee of Tianhong Group, and he had also met Li Jia a few times, so he took the word and immediately took it to inform the host to participate in the auction.

It happened that "Seven Poems of the Tang and Song Dynasties" had just been auctioned, and after the host received the notice, he immediately came to the stage and said: "The next word is written temporarily, the writer is called Tang Shuo, and the starting price is 50,000 yuan." ”

Then someone walked out with Tang Shuo's words in his hand, compared to the last beautifully framed "Seven Poems of the Tang and Song Dynasties", Tang Shuo's words were directly carried in his hand, and he had already lost in hardware.

When the words were read, the entire banquet hall fell into a brief silence.

Lu Wanqi was nervous to death, she couldn't read the words, but her intuition told her that the words were not bad, and there was a unique beauty in appreciating them from a different angle.

She thinks it's best to have someone else who has the discernment to stand up and take pictures of that pair, so that Tang Shuo's face will look much better.

Tang Shuo didn't care about this, he didn't doubt his ability, if there was really no one to shoot, it would only mean that there was something wrong with these people's vision.

Just as Lu Wanqi was about to raise his hand, the middle-aged man who was the first to ridicule Tang Shuo had already spoken: "One hundred thousand." ”

"One hundred and fifty thousand." Immediately afterwards, a man in his forties shouted out the price.

Hearing the offer coming from the front, the middle-aged man gritted his teeth and said, "Two hundred thousand." ”

He was an avid collector of calligraphy and studied calligraphy himself.

When Tang Shuo just picked up the pen and wrote down two words, he could already see that Tang Shuo was good.

The posture of this character is made of one stroke, occasionally not connected, but the blood is continuous, the momentum is unrestrained and indulgent, and it already has the style of a master.

His willingness to spend 100,000 yuan has proved his determination to win, you must know that no matter how good this painting is, willing to spend 100,000 yuan is considered a high price.

But someone raised the bar with himself, and the middle-aged man had to grit his teeth and add another 100,000.

This was already the limit of what he could bear.

Calligraphy works that often fetch high prices are not actually worth much, and most of them are due to the fame of the writer himself.

But Tang Shuo is just a little-known person, and he is willing to spend 200,000 yuan to shoot this character definitely out of love for this character.

Just when everyone was puzzled, there was a small but stunned offer from the hall: "One million." ”

"Two million." Jiang Tiantong, who hadn't spoken much since he entered the venue, raised his hand lightly.

The woman who had bid one million raised her hand again and shouted, "Three million." ”

After this offer, the entire banquet hall was boiling.

You must know that Mr. Qiming's words just now only hit the price of 1.3 million, what kind of person is this Tang Shuo, and someone is willing to spend 3 million to buy the other party's words.