A young man in the audience shook his head, couldn't help but pop out a sentence, and then was hit on the head by the middle-aged man next to him.

"Bastard boy, what are you talking about, didn't you see that your grandfather also went up, do you think that your grandfather is also acting with that kid?" The middle-aged man said loudly to his son, but his eyes still looked at the group of people on the stage in disbelief, a group of characters who would make Wucheng tremble if they moved casually, and now they were trembling at a word on the stage.

"I don't know who Xiaoyou studied from, I don't know if I can help the old man introduce him!" Mu Qingshan, the previous director of the Cultural Bureau of Wucheng, an old scholar looked at Guo Bishu and said with a sneer, "I have a few good rice papers at home, if Xiaoyou wants to write, I will find someone to send it to you." ”

"Lao Mu, didn't you just say it below, what good words can a hairy boy write, and now it's this virtue again, if you need rice paper, I also have a few knives, but can you give this word to the old man, I like this word very much." Chen Xiulu, a giant in the retail industry in Wucheng City, is extremely passionate about Chinese calligraphy, and once accompanied a monk in the temple to eat fast and recite Buddha for half a year in order to ask for a pair of calligraphy and paintings.

"Lao Mu, Lao Chen, you all get away from me, this character is mine, at the beginning, the pen and book Xiaoyou had already said, this character is mine, you have seen it, get out of the way, I want to put the words away." Wei Tiancheng took a step forward, and he was about to put the words away, but a group of old men surrounded him, not giving an inch.

"A few old men, today is the charity sale of Wucheng University, why don't you go down first, let's finish auctioning off this last thing this morning, let's talk about the pen and calligraphy brother, how about it." Xiao Yuxuan looked at a group of people if they didn't pull away again, I was afraid that they would fight, and couldn't help but say.

"Xiao family girl, you heard it on the stage just now, the pen and book friend said, this piece of writing is for me, you must give me this piece of writing, if it is taken away by any of their old guys, I will go to the Xiao family to find you, if you can't take it out, I will ask Xiao Zhan to marry you to this kid, and let him write me again. Wei Tiancheng shouted loudly, and Xiao Yuxuan's face blushed with shame.

"Let's go down first, don't affect the bazaar, this is the bazaar of Wucheng University, and this word should belong to Wucheng University. Li Yuanzhi muttered quietly, but fortunately Wei Tiancheng didn't hear it.

"Several, I don't know how this Guo pen writes, but it can't be because he said that this manuscript donated by my father is a fake!" Seeing that everyone was about to walk down, Yu Mingze stood up again and said loudly.

The old men didn't pay attention to Yu Mingze, they just shook their heads, as if they didn't hear him speak at all.

"If you can't give an explanation, then we won't donate this manuscript to my family. Yu Mu stood up and said loudly, before the words fell, Yu Mingze hurriedly grabbed his son, but Yu Mu's words had already been shouted.

"Little guy, take your manuscript away, tell Lao Yu to put this manuscript by yourself, don't take it out. Chen Xiulu shook his head and said.

"Uncle Chen, children are not sensible, talk about playing, don't take it seriously!" Yu Mingze hurriedly said, the Yu family's business is mainly in catering, and the Chen family is a retail giant in Wucheng, they have a lot of connections, if Yu Mingze can't hear the meaning of Chen Xiulu's words now, then he can't be selected by his own Lao Tzu as the successor of the next generation of the Yu family.

Chen Xiulu's words made Xiao Yuxuan embarrassed again, she couldn't have imagined that it was a fake manuscript, which would cause such a big thing, playing calligraphy and painting antiques, who hasn't seen it yet, and this matter is making trouble today.

"Yu Mu, since you want to know what the situation of this manuscript is, then let me tell you, anyway, you will leave the attached middle school tomorrow, which can be regarded as the last gift from your classmates. Guo Bishu stood up again and said.

Guo Bishu got up again, and everyone's eyes were on him again, although most people didn't see how Guo Bishu had just written on the stage, but most people had already guessed that this kid definitely wrote a good hand, but could he really tell the situation of the manuscript to be auctioned.

"Literally, there is basically nothing wrong with this manuscript, although I have only read two pages, but I can already determine that this manuscript is not the manuscript of Master Yunshan. Guo Bishu said with a smile, "Those who know Master Yunshan should know that the master writes and likes to do it in one go. ”

After Guo Bishu finished speaking, many people nodded, many people know the habits of Master Yunshan, Master Yunshan will also write some long ancient texts in the early stage, but in the past ten years, there are few long works, and even more than a dozen words are very few.

"Guo Bishu, this manuscript is the master's early works, and the previous old men also knew that what you said was not interesting, and what you said was equal to what you didn't say. Yu Mingze said in a low voice.

"Since you also know that it is the master's early work, when I went up just now, what I saw was the last two pages of the manuscript, if it were you, write about ten manuscripts at a time, could it be that the words behind you could be the same as the previous words, and there would be some changes in the writing due to some fatigue?" Guo Bishu asked loudly.

Guo Bishu's words fell, and many old people in the front row suddenly realized, originally saw some manuscripts of Ni Duan, and felt that something was wrong, but they always couldn't tell what the situation was.

"Papapa!" An old man stood up, the old man was dressed in white, looking at Guo Bishu with a smile, many people know this old man, he is also a master of Chinese calligraphy, he became famous more than ten years later than Master Yunshan, but now people who know him will respectfully call him Mr. Mo Ding.

"Xiaoyou, after the auction, I hope to invite Xiaoyou to have a cup of tea, this manuscript is not the work of Master Yunshan, Xiaoyou's eyes are very poisonous. Mr. Mo Ding said with a smile.

"Old sir, are you sure that this manuscript is not the work of Master Yunshan?" Although Yu Mingze didn't know Mr. Mo Ding, he could sit in that position in the auditorium, and his words carried much more weight than Guo Bishu's words.

"Sixty years ago, Mo Ding was young and frivolous, thinking that learning calligraphy for a few years is very great, and then the master took me to visit Master Yunshan, the master wrote this manuscript and gave it to me, I knew that my words were not even a beginner in calligraphy, thirty years ago I copied out this manuscript, Master Yunshan smiled and did not speak, I even thought that this manuscript can be hidden from the world, I did not expect the original problem to lie here. Mr. Mo Ding shook his head and said with a smile.

After Mr. Mo Ding finished speaking, Yu Mingze sat on the stool, Guo Bishu nodded at Mr. Mo Ding, which was regarded as a promise to Mr. Mo Ding, but the auditorium didn't know who said a word, but it saved the Yu family.

"Although this manuscript is not the work of Master Yunshan, it is definitely worth grabbing to get Mr. Mo Ding's ink treasure, Miss Xiao, let's start quickly, it's time to eat soon, our stomachs are a little hungry." A middle-aged man said with a smile, the last work of the morning of the charity sale, the manuscript of Master Yunshan copied by Mr. Mo Ding, began to be auctioned.