"Fake?" Jiang Chuxue's eyebrows frowned slightly.

She felt that there was something wrong with this word just now, and when she heard Xu Ping's words, she put her eyes back on the cursive word and looked at it carefully.

"Bastard! You can only drive a waste, where do you know what calligraphy and calligraphy and painting? Why do you say that the words I bought for 600,000 yuan are fake? ”

Liu Shicheng snorted coldly and clapped his hands: "Someone!" Throw this messy waste out of here! ”

Footsteps sounded, and four bodyguards in black suits ran into the box and were about to make a move.

"Wait!" Jiang Chuxue raised her hand and shouted, her face displeased: "Liu Shao, can you give me some face?" He is the one I brought, even if he does something wrong, should I teach him a lesson? ”

"Chu Xue, this bastard not only defiled the calligraphy and painting by spraying tea, but also slandered that the word is fake! This is personally identified by President Chen, and it is 100% the authenticity of Lin Sanzhi, how can I spare him if he talks nonsense like this? Liu Shicheng pointed to the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged is President Chen, and he nodded: "Yes, Mr. Jiang, this word was identified by me, and I dare to guarantee that it is definitely Lin Sanzhi's authentic handiwork!" ”

Jiang Chuxue heard that President Chen was so confident, and she couldn't be sure for a while whether this was Lin Sanzhi's word.

"Whether it's true or not, it's really my fault just now. In this case, take a pen and paper, and I will write another one for you, and I will pay compensation. Xu Ping chuckled at this time and asked the waiter standing in the corner, "Do you have a pen and paper?" ”

"Yes." The waiter agreed, looked at Liu Shicheng, and asked what he meant.

"You write one? Who do you think you are? Do you know calligraphy? Can your handwriting be compared to Lin Sanzhi? Weigh a few pounds and taels yourself! Liu Shicheng sneered, his tone sarcastic.

President Chen also looked at Xu Ping with disdain.

"Mr. Jiang, give me a chance." Xu Ping didn't care about the attitude of these two, just looked at Jiang Chuxue, and pleaded: "As long as you give me a pen and paper, I can prove that this painting was not written by Lin Sanzhi." ”

Jiang Chuxue's eyes flashed, she didn't know where Xu Ping got the confidence to write, and she didn't believe that he really knew calligraphy as a driver.

However, looking at Xu Ping's sincere eyes, she chose to believe Xu Ping once, and nodded: "Bring a pen and paper." ”

"Chuxue ......" Liu Shicheng opened his mouth to say something, but was interrupted by Jiang Chuxue's mouth: "Liu Shao, let him write a picture, see what tricks he wants to play, don't worry, I will definitely compensate you for this picture, if he can't give me a satisfactory explanation, I will also punish him." ”

After she finished speaking, she looked at Xu Ping again: "I hope you don't disappoint me, as long as you can prove that this painting is fake, I will forgive you for your rudeness just now." ”

The pen, ink, paper, and inkstone were quickly picked up by the waiter and placed on the table.

"Please, great calligrapher." Liu Shicheng opened his mouth in a strange way and made a gesture of please.

Chairman Chen looked at Xu Ping playfully, ready to see him make a fool of himself.

Jiang Chuxue had a calm face, and she couldn't see her joy or anger.

Xu Ping smiled, studied the ink by himself, and then dipped the pen in the ink, and decisively put down the pen in Jiang Chuxue's surprised gaze.

Not only Jiang Chuxue, but President Chen's gaze also changed slightly.

As soon as the connoisseur makes a move, he will know if there is one.

Xu Pingyan's movements and gestures of lifting the pen are professionally trained at first glance.

He really knows calligraphy!

But even if he really understands, he can't explain anything, just by writing a word, how can he prove that Lin Sanzhi's words are fake?

Jiang Chuxue and Chairman Chen had doubts in their hearts, but at the same time, there was a trace of expectation.

Only Liu Shicheng couldn't see anything, he still looked at Xu Ping with disdain, and urged: "Can you do it?" Writing a word for a long time, can you hurry up? ”

"Grass!"

Xu Ping suddenly snorted softly, and when Jiang Chuxue and the three of them were slightly stunned, his whole temperament changed, and the pen blade flew and danced, slashing across the rice paper, like an unsheathed sword, three points into the wood, leaving a thick mark on the rice paper!

Whew!

Iron painting silver hook, a cursive word is completed in an instant, majestic, and the other word on the table is exactly the same!

Same!

"It's-"

Jiang Chuxue's eyes widened, and their faces were full of disbelief.

After Xu Ping paused slightly, he seemed to feel that something was missing, and he dotted three more exclamation marks under the cursive word.

Grass!!!

"Ahem...... That's what I really thought when I wrote it. Xu Ping put down the brush with a cheap smile on his face.

There is no so-called wildfire that burns inexhaustibly, and the spring breeze blows and grows.

His cursive character is simply a sound - grass!!

Be quiet.

For a while, the needle drop could be heard in the box.

Jiang Chuxue's faces were full of astonishment, and there was a sense of absurdity in their hearts.

They had already believed Xu Ping's words, and the words were indeed fake, not Lin Sanzhi's.

There is no need to prove anything anymore, and the word written by Xu Ping is the best proof.

"Awesome!" Chairman Chen applauded, breaking the silence in the box, he looked at Xu Ping with complicated eyes, and asked, "Little brother, you also wrote this handwriting?" ”

He pointed to the framed lettering.

"Yes, I don't know how it ended up in your hands, and it was sold for a high price of 600,000 yuan, if I knew that the words I wrote were so valuable, I would have changed careers to become a calligrapher." Xu Ping said with a smile.

In fact, this painting should be worth 600,000 yuan, if nothing else, it can be collected by Viscount Joyce.

But Liu Shicheng didn't know so much, he only knew that he had bought a fake character.

At this time, his face was red and his ears were red, as uncomfortable as eating a fly.

Who would have thought that the words he bought for 600,000 yuan would actually come from the hands of this little-known driver in front of him?

He was a little tempted to tear it up and burn it, and then find out the man who sold it to him and beat him up.

"Poof!" Jiang Chuxue couldn't help but smile, thinking of Liu Shicheng's high-minded talk when he interpreted this character just now, and then seeing the three exclamation marks behind the character written by Xu Pinghou, she wanted to laugh.

She suddenly looked at Xu Ping and became pleasing to her eyes, thinking that this person was very interesting.

And the handwriting is also good-looking, with everyone's demeanor.

The dinner broke up awkwardly, Liu Shicheng didn't have the face to leave Jiang Chuxue to have lunch with him, and he was not in the mood to continue to talk about the contract.

After saying that he was not feeling well, he left the clubhouse, not even wanting the painting.

After President Chen sighed, he put away the words and left, but before leaving, he kindly reminded Xu Ping: "Little brother, the handwriting is good, I appreciate you." ”

"But you have to be careful, if you lose Liu Shao's face like this today, he will definitely hold a grudge against you, you have to beware of his revenge, he will be avenged."

"Thank you." Xu Ping thanked him and didn't take it to heart.

Coming out of the club and sitting in the car, Jiang Chuxue asked Xu Ping: "Xu Ping, you write so well, who did you learn calligraphy from?" ”

"Mr. Jiang, I haven't learned calligraphy, in fact, I can only write the word cursive, if you ask me to write something else, I can't do it." Xu Ping started the vehicle and returned to the road.

"Only write that?" Jiang Chuxue was a little surprised, but she was relieved when she thought about it.

If Xu Ping really has such a high level of calligraphy attainment, how can he be her driver and assistant?

Whichever calligraphy association you join, you have a better future than you have now.

She said no more, and regained her cold temperament.

Preconceived, she forgot Xu Ping's professional approach when he put pen to paper.

Bentley drove towards the Jiang Group, and when passing by an intersection, a red dot suddenly appeared in Xu Ping's eyebrows, and his heart jumped, and he stepped on the accelerator without hesitation, and threw the direction sharply.

The car jerked out and hit the roadside railing!

Almost at the same time, a bullet burst through the air and hit where Bentley had been staying.

If Xu Ping had stepped on the accelerator a little slower just now, or if the direction had been slower, the bullet would have either exploded in his head, or it would have broken the rear window, hurting Jiang Chuxue who was sitting in the back seat!

There are killers!

"Mr. Jiang, get down!" Xu Ping let out a low shout, shifted gears and reversed to adjust the body, and directly ran the red light and galloped all the way, away from the dangerous place.

Jiang Chuxue didn't know what was going on, so she grabbed the front seat and scolded Xu Ping: "Xu Ping! Do you know how to drive? You're going to kill me! ”

Xu Ping smiled bitterly, too late to explain to Jiang Chuxue, and after moving forward for nearly a kilometer, he breathed a sigh of relief and slowed down his speed.

"Bentley in front, park now! Pull over and get checked! ”

There was a shouting from the rear, and through the rearview mirror, Xu Ping saw a traffic policeman riding a motorcycle chasing after him, and he had no choice but to pull over and open the window.

"Get off! Driving license, driver's license! ”

The traffic police also stopped and shouted to Xu Ping in a cold voice.

Xu Ping just broke the roadside railing, then ran a red light, and speeded, although he drove a Bentley, but the traffic police did not leave him any affection, and he was ready to revoke Xu Ping's driver's license!

"Mr. Jiang, do you have a driver's license?" Xu Ping looked back at Jiang Chuxue with an innocent expression.

Jiang Chuxue's face was already as cold as a thousand years of ice, and when she heard Xu Ping's question, a bad premonition rose in her heart: "What do you mean?" ”

"I don't have a driver's license for Yanxia......" Xu Ping said with a dry cough.