Chapter 128

Originally, Tang Yun was in a very happy mood, but the old man who suddenly appeared spoiled her good mood.

Tang Yun frowned and said, "This old gentleman is really inexplicable! ”

"Literati."

Zhou Feifei said with a smile: "He is the president of the Jianghai City Calligraphy and Painting Association, Cai Yuan Cai, the old man, known as a righteous layman, his ink treasure is very popular, and he once sold it at a charity auction the year before last for a sky-high price of 1 million, and there are only a dozen words on it, which can be described as a word of ten thousand gold." This time, if nothing else, there should be an auction of his works. ”

Tang Yun pouted: "I don't care who he is, we have a good chat here, he jumped out to block people, it's really unqualified." ”

Zhou Yuanbin also turned his head cheekily at this time and said, "Xiaoyun, don't be angry-"

Tang Yun said stiffly: "Hearing you call me that, it's hard for me not to be angry, please call me Mr. Tang." ”

Zhou Yuanbin laughed a few times, and then echoed her words: "Mr. Tang, you are right, these people just don't know what to do, they pretend to be high all day long, and they look like they are worried about the country and the people, but they don't make sense, last time my dad went to ask him to write a word, he actually said that he didn't write for the businessman who was covered with copper smell, and let my dad eat a closed door, which was too much." ”

Zhou Deheng smiled, but there was no embarrassed expression: "Our tradition, respect cultural people, to say a cheeky word, especially for people like us who have achieved success in their careers, they always want to get something to support the scene, and it is not so rustic to have cultural heritage, and if you are edified, it will also help cultivate sentiment......"

Zhou Yuanbin muttered: "Looking at him like this, I don't think I can cultivate anything......

Song Ming chuckled: "No matter what era, people who engage in culture always feel that the whole world is turbid and I am alone, everyone is drunk and I am sober, criticizing this and that all day long, and I can't wait to criticize everything in the world, but they don't know what to do and won't do anything, so 'useless scholars', these people just stay away." ”

"Little one, that's a bad word."

Another old man in Cai Yuan shook his head when he heard the words and said: "Criticism is because I feel that there is still hope for this country, and it is to urge the progress of this society. If there were no literati ruling the country, only military generals, then the civilization of our flower family would not have been inherited for thousands of years, but I am afraid that it would have been destroyed in the long river of history. Therefore......"

Zhou Feifei said impatiently: "Don't let it be, no one wants to hear what you said, it depends on soldiers to defend the country, scientists to develop science and technology, and social development depends on the economy, that is, businessmen, what can literati do?" The country Taiping chanted two sour poems to lament the peaceful holy world, and it is difficult for the country to do two sentences to scold the people in power for being mediocre, is it helpful to the country? ”

The old man shook his head: "It's really ignorant...... Culture is the backbone of a nation, only a nation with its own culture can have cohesion, only those who understand culture will have morality, and the social atmosphere will be better, and what literati and writers do is to inherit national culture, which is also a very important work. ”

Song Ming was thoughtful when he heard this, and he clasped his fists and saluted: "What this old gentleman said is that what I think is too simple. ”

"It's not too simple, it's too materialistic, it's too realistic."

The old man sighed: "Now that social development is accelerating, people's life rhythm is accelerating, life pressure is too great, and they are busy making money to live, how many people will care about cultural inheritance?" If we want to see cultural revival, I am afraid we have to wait for the day when our flower planters reign again in the world, at that time, everyone in the country lives a prosperous life, and the thirst for the development of spiritual civilization is the best soil for cultural development. ”

Song Ming thought so: "You're right, I don't know what the old man is called?" ”

Zhou Deheng hurriedly introduced: "This is Gu Songbai Old Man Gu, the vice president of the Jianghai City Calligraphy and Painting Association, and like the old man Cai, he is the vice chairman of the Flower Painting and Calligraphy Association. ”

When a few people were talking, the old man Cai Yuan, who had just left not long ago, was invited back by a group of people.

"Old man Cai, you can't go, this charity auction will lose a lot of color without you."

"yes, yes, deflat, if you're not satisfied with your seat, how about we change your position?"

"Who made Old Man Cai angry like this?"

Cai Yuan said stiffly: "Then I have to ask how the executive committee of your conference arranged, the seats on the east side of the third row are obviously prepared for our calligraphy and painting association, why would a businessman covered in copper be arranged there?" ”

"Merchant? No, the seats are all arranged in advance, why don't you sit down first, and I'll ask? ”

Cai Yuan said coldly: "No need, if you don't solve this problem, I'll be standing today!" ”

At this time, the people around them were in a hurry, and when they saw Song Ming and Tang Yun sitting there, they were stunned for a moment, and a person came over and asked politely: "This gentleman, are you sitting in the wrong position?" ”

Song Ming said lightly: "No." ”

"But it's ...... here."

Tang Yun interrupted him: "If you have any questions, go and ask Dong Shanhe, it is the position he arranged for us." ”

The arrangement of the board of directors!?

The men were speechless.

Seeing that they didn't move, Cai Yuan's face became even worse, he snorted, and then said, "If they don't change positions, I won't sit down today." ”

This guy is obviously on the same page as Song Ming.

Those people had no choice but to run over and invite Dong Shanhe over.

Dong Shanhe was secretly dizzy when he arrived at the scene, he forgot to tell Song Ming after arranging him over just now, but he didn't see him for a while, and the two sides were deadlocked......

"Old man Cai, don't be angry, I'll go talk to him."

After Dong Shanhe finished speaking, he hurriedly ran over and beckoned Song Ming out: "Mr. Song, I'm really sorry, I forgot to tell you just now, this old man Cai is not easy to get along with." ”

As soon as Song Ming raised his eyebrows, he heard Dong Shanhe say with a smile: "Isn't it strange that I know that he is difficult to get along with, why do I still arrange you together?" ”

Song Ming nodded.

"Of course, it's because this old man Cai is not an ordinary person, he used to be a university teacher, and his students are all over the country." Dong Shanhe whispered: "Cao Ji'an, president of the Jianghai City People's Court, is his student. ”

"What do you mean......"

"I originally wanted to arrange you together, and then let you talk about getting acquainted, and then at the dinner, we will connect with Dean Cao through Old Man Cai, and talk about the affairs of Haichao Village in private, we don't ask for anything else, at least let him not be affected by public opinion, take care of the so-called 'weak', and give you a fair and just verdict!"

Dong Shanhe said a little embarrassed: "It's just that I didn't expect that I would leave for a while, and the two of you would fall apart." ”

Song Ming smiled dumbly: "I just knew that he wasn't that kind of person just after a few words, how do you plan to make him willing to help us speak?" ”

"I originally wanted to remind you that when you auction off Mr. Cai's calligraphy works, you will make a high price, disguise yourself as a calligraphy lover, and make him happy, and then maybe you will have a chance, who knows......"

Dong Shanhe was quite embarrassed: "Now it seems that it will definitely not work, and it will be troublesome to sit with him, or ...... You and Mr. Tang will change positions again? ”

After Song Ming pondered for a moment, he suddenly smiled and said, "Okay, I know, there is no need to change the position, if he is willing to stand, continue to stand." ”

Dong Shanhe suddenly became anxious: "Mr. Song! Cai Lao has a wide network in Jianghai City, if he gets into trouble......"

"Don't worry, I'm measured, your method won't work, leave it to me now, I'll find a way."

Song Ming suddenly thought that he had purchased several electronic chips on the public network of the apocalyptic world before, and there was [Calligraphy Mastery (S)] in them, and now he needed to consider how to use the effect of this electronic plug-in to achieve his own goals......

The style of the literati...... Scold......

Song Ming returned to his seat and smiled at the old man Cai Yuan who was standing there, just when the old man Cai Yuan thought that this guy covered in copper was finally ready to leave and was content to sit down, the smile froze on his face.

Song Ming sat down.

The guy sat down again!

"Old man Cai, in fact, Song is always a very good person, you better sit down and talk to him more, I'm too busy, the auction will start soon, there are still many things I need to arrange, I'll leave first."

After Dong Shanhe finished speaking, he left with a heavy heart, he didn't know how Song Ming planned to persuade Old Man Cai, as far as he knew, Old Man Cai's temper was very hard, and he was very arrogant......

Tang Yun asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?" ”

"Nothing, learned something interesting."

Song Ming glanced at Cai Yuan, who was frozen there neither advancing nor retreating, and smiled slightly, aren't you very proud? Then you just stand.

Waiting for me to bow down to you? Think too much.

"Cai Lao, do you want to ......?"

"Shut up."

Cai Yuan said with a stiff face: "Let's go, I'll stand here." ”

"But you're so old—"

"I'm not dead yet! Stop! ”

Cai Yuan didn't care about other people's opinions at all, and even deliberately took two steps forward, standing behind Song Ming, staring straight at his head, as if he wanted to see a flower.

"Lao Cai, don't be stubborn, sit down."

Gu Songbai patted the seat next to him: "When you're old, don't have such a big liver fire, why do you care so much about young people?" ”

"Don't sit."

Cai Yuan glared at Gu Songbai and said, "Old Gu, don't persuade me, I want to see how thick-skinned this guy is." ”

Zhou Feifei's expression was quite strange when she heard this, she looked at Song Ming and said, "Did you hear that?" He's going to compare the thickness of a businessman's skin. ”

Song Ming: "......"

Cai Yuan stood here, attracting the attention of many people around him, and Song Ming, who was staring at him, of course, also shared a lot of pressure.

"Isn't that Song Ming?"

Ouyang Ling whispered: "It seems that we have a stiff relationship with someone, should we go over?" ”

"In the past? Why in the past? ”

Dong Yunhai, who was holding back the fire in his heart, gloated: "That person is Cai Yuan, the president of the Jianghai City Calligraphy and Painting Association, a famous hard stubble, no one's face is sold, Song Ming is going to be unlucky to provoke him this time." ”

Dong Yunhai now wishes that Song Ming would offend Cai Yuan ruthlessly, and then naturally there are a lot of people willing to help him get angry!

At this time, the lights in the venue suddenly went out.

The charity auction has officially opened.