This paragraph of chapter grass, there is no Zhang Xu's wild grass, nor the freedom and simplicity of this grass, some are just rigorous and exquisite fonts, in addition to rigorous, there are some smooth and natural.

The surprise on the face of the middle-aged man surnamed Xiao is getting stronger and stronger, the chapter grass written by Chen Yi is not only a copy of the imperial elephant, I am afraid that it has deeply studied the origin of the development of the chapter grass in the Han Dynasty, otherwise, it will never be possible to write such a chapter grass script with the ancient meaning of the Han Dynasty.

In addition to these realizations, what he felt more was these words, as if they had spirituality, they no longer seemed to be dead things, but let people see these words, forming some resonance, which was like having a soul in the handwriting, which made him look shocked on his face.

Chen Yi's whole body and mind were completely engaged in the writing of the chapter, he did not completely follow the perception of Zhang Fei's recipe text, or the other cursive calligraphy of Xuanmiao Pavilion to write, but combined the two into one, so that the chapter grass was more exquisite and smooth in addition to being simple and heavy.

Maybe his fusion is not perfect, but every time he writes, it is a kind of exercise, and he must pursue improvement, rather than repeating the words of the past, only in this way can calligraphy be improved in this full force writing, instead of stopping.

When he wrote, the aura that appeared in the ink made Chen Yi's spirit more relaxed and calm, and every handwriting had a spirit and rhyme, and he had a deep understanding in his heart.

The middle-aged man surnamed Xiao looked at this paragraph, which could make him have countless experiences of calligraphy and handwriting, and sighed in his heart, he really couldn't imagine that Chen Yi could write such a spiritual and feeling chapter grass. Just at this age. There is such a level of calligraphy. There is absolutely no limit to what he can accomplish in a day.

At this time, a man in a suit walked in, gently came to the middle-aged man's side, and then whispered a word.

After hearing this, the middle-aged man surnamed Xiao frowned, raised his hand to look at the time, and then focused on calligraphy, seeing that Chen Yi had not finished writing. He nodded, and quietly led the man in the suit towards the door.

Coming to the door, there were a bunch of people gathered around, and not far away, there were many black cars stopping, the middle-aged man surnamed Xiao frowned slightly, and then walked towards the crowd.

After a while, a middle-aged man surnamed Xiao walked in, and behind him, there were four or five middle-aged people. They all look dressed in formal attire, and each exudes a different momentum. These people seemed to be led by a middle-aged man in the center, who had some momentum in his body that was not angry but threatening.

It's just that at this moment, these people have strong doubts and incomprehension in their hearts, they came to greet them in such a formation, and were ready to let Mr. Xiao go to the hotel with them to pick up the wind and wash the dust, but Mr. Xiao asked them to wait for another ten minutes, saying that they were waiting for the completion of a piece of calligraphy, they had never heard of this art gallery, and what calligraphy would be worthy of this Mr. Xiao regardless of their greeting, waiting here.

These people went up the steps, and when they walked into the door, Wei Huayuan and Zhou Meilin, who were staying in the corner of the door, saw these five people, and their faces showed shock, and then they turned into horror.

Two of these five people are officials of the Haoyang City Government, the middle-aged man standing in the central office is the deputy mayor of Haoyang in charge of economy and commerce, and the other three are three famous entrepreneurs in Haoyang City, and his father is among them.

Now he finally knew that this middle-aged man surnamed Xiao was really just as he guessed, he was an investment businessman from Hong Kong, the founder and chairman of Huatian Investment Company, although this investment company is not as famous as the four major international investment banks, but it ranks in the top ten in China and Asia.

The projects that have been invested in are the automobile, chemical and construction industries, in the rapid development of China and neighboring countries in the past two decades, has obtained rich returns, this time it is to Haoyang to investigate, interested in investment, and his father's iron and steel enterprises, is one of the investment targets.

If he gets the investment, his father, a steel mill that is getting worse and less profitable, will get a lot of money and can get orders from some car manufacturers who work with a middle-aged man surnamed Xiao.

Thinking of this, his face was as dead as ashes, and one can imagine what his father would have done when he saw him.

At this time, Zhou Meilin saw Wei Huayuan's father, and hurriedly shouted: "Uncle Wei, save us......" Before Zhou Meilin finished speaking, she was directly covered by the man in a suit next to her, they didn't care about what people were around, and completely obeyed the orders of the middle-aged man surnamed Xiao.

"Meilin, Huayuan, why are you here, what happened, what are you two like?" Hearing Zhou Meilin's call for help, a middle-aged man among the five people changed his face, hurriedly walked over, and reprimanded the two men in suits.

"Oh, it turns out that the young man surnamed Wei is the son of Mr. Wei, I really can't imagine it." The middle-aged man surnamed Xiao smiled and glanced at the two men in suits next to him, and the two men immediately let go of Wei Huayuan and the others.

Hearing the words of the middle-aged man surnamed Xiao, Wei Huayuan's father Wei Mingguo's angry face changed suddenly, and then said with nervousness: "Mr. Xiao, this is indeed my child, I don't know what offended you, I hope to bear with me." ”

After being let go, Wei Huayuan and Zhou Meilin hurriedly ran to Wei Mingguo's side, but the two of them didn't dare to say a word at all, including Zhou Meilin, who was extremely spicy before, she didn't expect that the middle-aged man who had been insulted by herself several times would be so big, worthy of the deputy mayor of Haoyang to come to greet her, her face showed some despair, if the middle-aged person was held accountable, then, she would be unable to move an inch in Haoyang City.

And Wei Mingguo, who was regarded as a rescuer by her, had the same attitude as her subordinates when facing this middle-aged man.

At this time, the middle-aged man at the head frowned, looked at Wei Huayuan and the others, and smiled, "Mr. Xiao, there should be some misunderstanding here." "Whoever is at fault, he is responsible for bringing the matter to light up, and not affecting the overall situation.

The middle-aged man surnamed Xiao smiled, "Just like Mayor Yu said, it is indeed a misunderstanding, okay, it's okay, let's go watch a rare calligraphy, remember, keep quiet." ”

Hearing this, Wei Mingguo breathed a sigh of relief, turned around, and looked at Wei Huayuan and the others with anger on his face, "You guys go home for me first, and I'll clean you up later." ”

"Quiet, Mr. Wei, Mr. Wei is also here to appreciate the art, let them finish watching this calligraphy, and then go home is not too late." Hearing Wei Mingguo's angry voice, the middle-aged man surnamed Xiao frowned, and then said lightly.

Wei Mingguo nodded hurriedly, full of anger, and reprimanded in a low voice: "Follow me behind, and then dare to make a little mess, and see if I go home without breaking your legs." ”

Wei Huayuan and Zhou Meilin nodded palely, the thousands of arrogance in their hearts had long since disappeared, and all they had in their hearts was horror.

Fortunately, the middle-aged man surnamed Xiao did not have the same knowledge as them, otherwise, their situation would definitely be even more difficult than now.

At this time, the middle-aged man surnamed Xiao didn't care about them anymore, and slowly walked to Chen Yi's side, at this time, he saw that Chen Yi was about to write the whole chapter in a hurry, looked at the time, and was about to reach half an hour, he couldn't help but show a look of shock on his face, he didn't expect that what Chen Yi said was true, half an hour, he could write such a high-level chapter in a hurry.

And the five middle-aged people next to him, looking at Chen Yi who was writing the desk at this time, couldn't help but have a look of surprise on their faces, how is this possible, even if there is calligraphy in this gallery that can make Mr. Xiao wait, it is definitely impossible for a young man to write, in other words, he is not qualified to let Mr. Xiao wait at all.

For this celebrity in the investment world, they are very familiar with it, they are very researched about calligraphy and painting works, and their personalities are unpredictable.

After that, they even ignored their greeting, waiting for a piece of calligraphy here, and saw the middle-aged man surnamed Xiao standing behind the young man, his eyes looking closely at the desktop, sometimes amazed and sometimes smiling, they couldn't help but be a little curious, is the calligraphy written by this young man really so amazing.

Just as they were about to come forward to watch, Chen Yi slowly put away the pen and stood, and then wrote down the style on this chapter cursive calligraphy, Shi You was in a hurry, and made it in the Pinyi Gallery, please Mr. Xiao Huatian Yazheng, Chen Yi.

After that, he took out his small seal in his bag, as well as the ink, and stamped his own seal under the style.

Xiao Huatian, who was on the side, watched Chen Yi leave his name on the work, and couldn't help but show a smile on his face.

At this time, when Chen Yi was doing these things, Wei Mingguo and several people had already seen the whole picture of this work, and after careful viewing, two or three of them showed a look of shock on their faces, and they felt a lot of things in this calligraphy.

Especially the mayor of Yu, on weekdays, also likes to wave ink, to cultivate the body and mind, seeing Chen Yi's chapter grass, he can't imagine that this is a young man's doing, this calligraphy has the style of the ancient Han Dynasty, but it is full of elegant nature, that kind of atmosphere of the times, and the chapter grass is blended together, which is breathtaking.

"Mr. Xiao, it has lived up to expectations, it has been completed, please ...... Hey, why are there so many people. After Chen Yi covered the seal, he subconsciously raised his head and said to the middle-aged man surnamed Xiao, but he was shocked, there were four or five people around him, and then he looked not far away, it was Wei Huayuan and Zhou Meilin, who were honestly staying next to them at this time, their faces were pale and weak.

"Mr. Chen, they are all my friends, to pick me up, I never thought that you really in half an hour, completed this very spiritual calligraphy, cursive is smart and changeable, is the favorite calligraphy of all calligraphers, can make people wantonly ink wield, so that the work, but also has a lot of style of brushwork, your chapter grass, which brings me a lot of insights, can be called the best."

The middle-aged man surnamed Xiao said with a smile, then looked at the calligraphy and sighed, "I'm really ashamed to advise, we just communicate with each other." (To be continued......)