was disgusted by Zhang Yiming for being ugly, but Ding Zhencai couldn't refute half a word.

Indeed, the words I wrote are really ugly in front of Uncle Zhang, everyone's work.

Speaking of which, Ding Zhen's words are already good among his peers.

Taking it out on its own, it's definitely amazing.

But compared with Zhang Yiming's masterpiece, it is really ...... He didn't even see it himself.

The young man had to change the subject: "Uncle, then it's time for you to sign." ”

While speaking, Ding Zhenyi handed the brush in his hand to Zhang Yiming.

Zhang Yiming tilted his chin slightly, and said with a serious face: "Put it down first, how can you send the pen directly in front of people?" ”

"How about this if ink is dripping on people's bodies?"

Ding Zhenyan was taught so much that he shrank his neck: "Uncle has been taught, and my little nephew has been taught." ”

As he spoke, he carefully placed the brush in his hand in the groove next to the inkstone.

Zhang Yiming: "......" If it weren't for the sake of your kid being my partner in the Zhang family, the old man wouldn't bother to mention you.

Obviously, Ding Zhenfang also thought of this in a short period of time, so his eyes became more and more respectful when he looked at Zhang Yiming.

Zhang Yiming ignored the admiring gaze of the young man, and signed his name on the contract of toothpaste cooperation.

"Hey, Uncle Zhang, this doesn't seem to be your name, right?"

Ding Zhencai looked at the three words 'Yukungang' signed by Zhang Yiming, and couldn't help but be slightly stunned.

Zhang Yiming put down his pen, admiring the name he had just signed, and his satisfied chin head.

The word 'Yukungang' comes from his name in the modern painting and calligraphy world.

In modern times, many people who love calligraphy and painting in the industry will unconsciously give a thumbs up.

They often try their best to beg him for a word, a foot to paint.

Unexpectedly, the first time this name appeared here was such a scene.

Zhang Yiming was emotionally aware of Ding Zhenyi's inquiry, and casually explained:

"This is the name of the old man's calligraphy and painting, for the time being, only you kid know, don't spread it casually."

Coming from a modern age, he clearly knows that many things, the more mysterious they are, the more they can attract the attention of enthusiasts.

Once the identity is exposed prematurely, no matter how high the attainment of calligraphy and painting is, it will be deliberately belittled.

Therefore, Zhang Yiming will have this explanation for Ding Zhenyu.

"Uncle, don't worry, the little nephew will never spread it casually......"

When Ding Zhencai said this, he couldn't help but pause, and then his eyes lit up again, and he looked at Zhang Yiming excitedly, "Uncle, ......what do you mean?"

Zhang Yiming waved his hand: "It's boring, don't think nonsense." ”

How is it possible not to be cranky?

Ding Zhenyan looked at the man in front of him excitedly, and then looked at the chic and unfunded person next to the contract, and began to think silently in his heart.

I have to say that Ding Zhenyi really has a business acumen.

Just by relying on these few things in front of you, you can give birth to ideas that ordinary people don't have.

In this regard, Zhang Yiming chuckled in his heart, but he was not in a hurry to relax.

This kid has already gained a lot of benefits from the Zhang family, how can he cooperate with him in everything?

Don't say that he doesn't agree, even if Feng Yin knows about it, he won't agree.

Elegant things like calligraphy and painting have to be operated by elegant people, how can they be handed over to pure merchants like the Ding family?

"What are you talking about?"

Feng Yin came back with fresh livestock blood, feeling that the atmosphere in the room was a little weird, so she asked casually.

Zhang Yiming waved his hand: "To be a husband is to let my nephew see the name I once used." ”

"This kid has a lot of ideas, you can help persuade your husband."

Feng Yinhu looked at him suspiciously, and when he came into contact with the look that the man threw at him, his brain moved slightly, and he probably knew what was going on.