Tang Yulan had a cordial conversation with Boss Qin, and when he came out, he was surrounded by Guo Wenguang and a group of people.

Guo Wenguang is a celebrity in China, has been invited to participate in many famous programs, and has published dozens of books with unique views that are sought after, among which "The Heroic Life of Wujiang Xiang Yu" has sold more than 10 million.

Many commercial tailors will invite him to participate as the host and guest, and leave pen and ink, of course, the remuneration is also very high.

It is difficult to comment on the quality of calligraphy, first of all, individuals have different preferences, cultivation and personality, and their aesthetics are also different. Guo Wenguang is a well-deserved authority in Chinese studies, but his attainments in calligraphy and painting are much more mediocre.

"Mr. Tang, I have prepared a pen and paper for you, and I hope to leave an ink treasure, so I can go back to pay my respects!" Guo Wenguang leaned over and said, his humble tone was like that of a beginner.

Tang Xingshu almost threw Huang Shiyan to the ground, and shouted in a trembling voice: "Professor Guo, how can he write anything?" ”

"Shut up, what's your say here?" Guo Wenguang scolded, and then asked, "Do you recognize him?" ”

"Of course, he's my brother, and he didn't go to college, where can he write anything?" Tang Xingshu said confidently, and muttered in his heart: "I don't know how Lu Dao begged Zhu Dashao to let him in at the party." ”

I thought that after saying it, Guo Wenguang would look at Tang Yulan with disdain, but who knew that he sighed, trembled his lips and said: "It's the same brothers, why is there such a big difference in temperament, what nonsense, hurry up and lay out the rice paper and grind the ink!" ”

Tang Yulan saw him deflated, his heart was secretly refreshed, he couldn't imagine that this bad old man could tame his son who couldn't be controlled by the third uncle, he didn't want to leave Mobao, but his brother was here, if he retreated and humbled, he would definitely make him laugh.

The people around came over to see the excitement, and Zhu Jingyuan didn't know when Lu Dao came over. stepped forward and said, "Mr. Tang, I didn't expect you to be able to write calligraphy." ”

Tang Yutian was not afraid, looked at the gloating upper-class people around him with disdain, and sneered: "Of course, I have dabbled in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and the piano is better than Beethoven, and the painting is better than Bohu!" Calligraphy is practiced to the realm. True, grass, subordinate, seal, all of them are not a problem. If you are bigger, you can write a word in the whole Lingjiang City, and if you are smaller, you can write the "Three Character Classic" on the wings of a fly. ”

The people around him booed after hearing this, but who gave him a mosquito.

These upper-class people looked at him playfully and mockingly, thinking that this person was poorly dressed, rude in appearance, and sure that the words were like him, and his writing was probably not much better than that of a crab.

Qingmenglian moved lightly and walked in front of Zhu Jingyuan, bringing a faint body fragrance, which made people smell refreshed and happy, and asked, "Zhu Dashao, isn't this person your friend?" ”

"Well, I'll introduce you to you when I have time." Zhu Jingyuan straightened his chest and made himself look more majestic.

Qing dreamed of his unsightly appearance when he was eating just now, shook his head, and then looked intently at the flattened rice paper, and Tang Yulan who was standing there smoking a cigarette.

Tang Xingshu was depressed, dipped the brush on the inkstone, and when he mentioned it, the tip of the pen was three sizes larger than usual, and the ink was ticking down the tip of the pen, and he flipped his wrist: "Brother, give!" ”

Tang Yulan understood at a glance, turned his wrist and handed over the brush, this one took it, let alone write, and scrapped the paper along the falling ink spots, he also bent his wrist to take it, and when he turned around, the ink was thrown on the people who watched the joke in front of him, and he picked up the pen and wrote.

I saw Tang Yulan's legs slightly apart, his anger was condensed, and he wrote, "Qingfeng deliberately made it difficult for me to stay, and Mingyue had no intention of taking care of herself." The place where the payment is written is the word "Tang Yulan".

The font is sprinkled with oceans, and there is a feeling that the sky is high and the sea is wide, and the wind is light and light.

Hua Qinfei found that Tang Yulan's font looked much better than when she wrote Qipin Kitchen.

Guo Wenguang's eyes were immersed in the first half of the sentence, and he suddenly felt that the world was vast, alone, endless loneliness was like a surging wave, and a flat boat floated in it. Look at the second half of the sentence again, the pen turns, the momentum is strong, such as lofty mountains, lonely cliffs are steep, majestic and dignified, atmospheric and domineering, there is a majestic momentum, which is not to be offended.

All things in heaven and earth are born from yin and yang, the first half of the sentence is yin, soft and ethereal, and the second half of the sentence is yang, solid and sharp.

The upper and lower sentences correspond to each other, but the more you close the pen, the more fierce the momentum, and you don't know how to recycle, although it seems to echo, it is not completely coordinated.

Guo Wenguang found that although he could not compare with contemporary calligraphers, he did not possess the indomitable momentum. The shape of the text is average, but the charm is good, and I can't help but praise it: "Good, full of momentum, good words." ”

"Professor, that's far worse than what you wrote." Tang Xingshu said unconvinced.

"You know what, what I like is the momentum of this word! You're so superficial! It's cool to look at, haha. Guo Wenguang guarded the rice paper like a baby, and no one was allowed to approach.

At this time, the two sides of the spectators spread out, and it turned out to be Boss Qin coming over, and when he looked at Tang Yulan, he already looked calm, and said with a smile: "Mr. has a good hand, can you help me write a few." ”

"Well said, two thousand per word." Tang Yu has no cousins in the blue face.

Tang Xingshu shuddered, obediently, you can see clearly, the person standing opposite is Boss Qin, the four major families are unshakable existences in Lingjiang, and Qin Kejiang also has a status in the Qin family.

At a donation ceremony initiated by Lingjiang University, I met Qin Kejiang with my own eyes, and the director and teachers were polite when they saw him.

Guo Wenguang's eyes lit up when he heard it, and he shouted: "It's so cheap, how about Mr. write me another handwriting?" ”

Boss Qin readily agreed, and asked Tang Yulan to write eight words, which are "Study hard and work hard!" ”

"Good words, good words." As soon as Qin Kejiang said yes, most of the rest of the people also agreed, and some people even bid five thousand to buy his Mobao, Tang Yulan was very bored by them, squeezed out, and rubbed oil on a few beauties by the way.

"Mr. Tang, you said that you are proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, so are you interested in playing a song?" Qingmeng stopped in front of him and said with a light smile.

"Not interested." Tang Yulan stared at her in fascination and said with a smile: "Relatively speaking, I prefer to study the story of the Eight Immortals Crossing the Sea, the Princess and the Dwarf, and the One Daughter Serving Several Husbands. ”

"You, pervert! Hooligans, really a virtue with Zhu Jingyuan! Qingmeng's cheeks were hot, and he left angrily.

However, as soon as she left, several fat women rushed up, looking at Tang Yulan's stubble face, she felt more and more charming, and said in a sneering voice: "Sir, I can talk to you about these issues." ”

Tang Yulan listened to the sound and lost her soul, she couldn't help but feel her heart rippling, and when she turned her head to look, she almost didn't vomit again when she ate something at night.

I saw that the fat woman had deformed a beautiful cheongsam, and her exposed legs were like two Spanish roasted ham sausages, and her gorgeous and broad fat lips exclaimed: "Sir, your calligraphy is really good." Do you want to find a room to discuss the story of Pan Jinlian and Ximenqing? ”

Tang Yulan was sweating profusely by the peach blossom eyes of the fat woman, and said: "Woman, you look good-skinned, you are less than fifty, you must have eaten a lot of brain silver!" ”

The fat woman's face turned cold, she was thirty-eight years old, she was called thirty years old to the outside world, and she was called twenty old by Tang Yulan, how could she not be annoyed, and asked, "Mr. I don't know where I am tall?" ”

Tang Yulan took out a cigarette case, poked out a cigarette and held it in his mouth, and said calmly: "It's just a little bodyguard in the next place, calligraphy is a hobby." Two thick smoke puffed out of his nose, and his misty eyes looked even more depressed and deep in the smoke.

The fat woman and a few women with heavy makeup next to her couldn't help but lose their minds for a moment, this posture and temperament were so handsome that they fell off the scum.

"Mr. is so good, how can he be just a little security guard, this is too unfair." A bejeweled, mean woman with a sharp beak and monkey cheeks was charming but looked at Tang Yulan, and said in a commanding tone: "You will submit your resignation tomorrow, and follow me in the future, and the next time you attend the party, you will be able to drive a BMW or Ferrari and wear a brand-name suit." And there are many that you can't even think about, do you know how much I spend at a time when I go to a nightclub? The cost is enough for a year of hard work. You have a great temperament and can become a new international superstar if you take advantage of the opportunity. ”

"Really?" Tang Yulan's face was expressionless.

"Yes, I have a business card here, tomorrow morning you go to the seventeenth floor of Hongtai International Business Building to find Miss Dong, and she will arrange it for you." The woman smiled reservedly, took out a gold-plated business card from her delicate crocodile leather handbag and handed it to him, her tone was unquestionable.

"I'm on patrol tomorrow morning."

"No need, as long as you listen to me, you will still hate Ronghua and wealth?" The woman's subtext has already regarded Tang Yulan as his person.

The upper class, whether it is a beautiful woman or a handsome man, will become a tool for other people's love to vent, and men like to maintain the mistress and the rich woman. Equally powerful women also like little white faces and use money power to control them.

Looking at Tang Yulan, the clothes on his body don't look more than a hundred yuan, which shows that he is a poor guy, although Professor Guo and Boss Qin favor his words, but it is only worth a few dollars.

The rest of the noble ladies and fat women were all full of pride, as if they had already regarded this man as something in their eyes, and after the ladies were finished, they also had their share of what they wanted to use.

Qingmeng looked at him sadly not far away, and there was a trace of desolation in his heart. I had a premonition that this womanizer was going to sink and become a plaything in the hands of a noble lady.

"Since you can give me so much, I don't know if you can agree to one request." Tang Yulan said lightly.

"I appreciate your straightforwardness and character. What a request though, there's nothing I can't do! ”

Tang Yulan found a delicate glass wine glass, spit out thick phlegm into it, and walked towards her with a smile.

The woman's face turned pale and she asked, "What are you doing?!" ”

Tang Yulan poured the red wine and thick phlegm in the quilt in front of her high heels, and said, "Lick it clean, I promise you everything." ”

Qing Meng saw such an arrogant man humiliating the lady in this way, and felt like eating ice cream on a hot day, feeling comfortable, and said secretly: "I can't see that this poor boy still has a bit of backbone." ”