Originally, Nanlin thought that he was being made behind the back of a small person, so he was returned to the notebook.

How can his own works not be as good as others, even to the extent that if they are auctioned together, they will damage their reputation.

But now the real gold sticker is right in front of his eyes.

He had to admit that he had lost!

lost completely, convinced.

His work is not even shit compared to the gold sticker in front of him, and anyone who has studied calligraphy can immediately see the difference between the two.

With this gold sticker at auction, my work is indeed not qualified to follow.

Otherwise, it is very likely, no, it will be an absolute shame.

In this way, what Wang Hao said about returning himself is to save his reputation, which is also true.

Are you really helping him......

"Gold sticker, gold sticker!"

"I'm convinced to lose to such a gold sticker!"

"Even if you don't return it, if I see it first, I won't have the face to put my work up for auction!"

Listening to Nanlin's muttering, the boulder hanging in Wang Hao's heart also let go.

It seems that this matter is settled, and there is no need to worry about Nanlin making a big deal and damaging the interests of the auction house.

Nan Lin kept looking at the calligraphy from all angles of the glass case, as if he wanted to memorize every detail of the font.

After a long time, he stopped this obsessive behavior and turned to Wang Hao and asked.

"Excuse me, which grandmaster wrote this gold sticker?"

Nan Lin furrowed his white eyebrows, racking his brains, he couldn't think of any grandmaster in the world today.

As the vice president of the Calligraphy Association, he basically knew or heard of the famous names of calligraphy masters from all over the country and even overseas figures, but he couldn't think of anyone who could write such works.

Could it be that some old guy had an epiphany? Calligraphy level suddenly broke through the bottleneck?

Or is there some reclusive landscape master in the country that he has never heard of before?

Or are you a senior who has settled overseas?

Figures flashed through his mind, but they were quickly rejected by him.

Even if those people break through the bottleneck, it is impossible to write a script of this realm.

"Well, it's written by the chairman of our company......

Wang Hao hesitated for a while and said truthfully.

He didn't study calligraphy, but he could see that Lu Ming's works were good, but he didn't know where they were good.

So at the same time, I don't know how good it is.

But I didn't expect that even the modern calligraphy master Master Nanlin had to applaud when he saw it, and he was even convinced that his work was returned.

Because Master Nanlin still has some weight in his heart.

He is in charge of the auction, but he knows the market and the status of Master Nanlin's works in the circle over the years.

That's why I see Nanlin like this now.

Wang Hao was also shocked in his heart.

The unfathomability of Lu Ming's works has been raised to another level.

"Chairman of your company?"

After hearing this answer, Nanlin's brows furrowed even deeper.

If he had heard Wang Hao's answer in front of the copy, he would have thought that it was the power of capital that forced him back from his work.

It was the auctioneers who did it in order to auction their chairman's horse.

But now that he recognizes the difference in strength, he just wants to quickly figure out the owner of the copybook.

"Our chairman's name is Lu Ming!" Wang Hao added.

"Lu Ming......?"

Nan Lin muttered a few times.

But I still can't think of such a number one person in the calligraphy world, and logically speaking, he knows all the people who have heads and faces in the calligraphy world.

But he had never heard of the name Lu Ming.

"Grandmaster Lu, this year, Gui Geng?"

I can't think of a place

Nanlin, who was in the dark, subconsciously thought that it should be an old-timer who had been hidden for a long time.

"Our chairman is in the same grade as me, and he is in his twenties."

"What?!"

Nan Lin exclaimed directly, his eyes widening.

He even suspected that something was wrong with his ears.

This kind of gold sticker was written by a young man in his twenties?!

Then what is the calligraphy he has practiced all his life?

After practicing calligraphy all his life, he couldn't compare to one-tenth of others, and this blow made him heartbroken.

"Nothing greasy?"

Nanlin didn't even dare to face reality.

"This calligraphy was written by our chairman himself in the calligraphy room of the hotel, and many people saw it at that time."

Wang Hao's words broke Nanlin's last bit of strength.

Decades of hard training are not as good as the essays of those with outstanding talents.

Whoever comes will have to collapse.

"A twenty-year-old young man, I lost to a young man......

"Such a wicked calligraphy talent......

"Sure enough, persistence is just a joke, talent is everything......

"No matter what you do, you will lose completely......

At this time, Nanlin's previous vigor gradually dissipated, and all that remained was the loneliness of the loser, and the spirit of the whole person suddenly dropped a lot.

Seeing that Wang Hao was a little worried about whether Nanlin would go insane.

But the good thing was that after a while.

Nan Lin also returned to normal, but left the collection room with some slumps.

After Nanlin left.

Several people also recognized him at the Noah Hotel.

Several of them are calligraphy lovers, and they are naturally very excited to see a master like Nanlin.

In an instant, they surrounded it.

"Master Nanlin! What a coincidence, I didn't expect to meet you here."

"Master Nanlin, we are all calligraphy lovers!"

"Yes, can the Master point us out?"

In the past, when Nanlin met a young calligraphy enthusiast, if he didn't have anything to do.

He usually agrees to such requests for guidance.

This will not only encourage these young people who love calligraphy, but also make themselves even more famous.

It can be regarded as killing two birds with one stone.

But now.

After he saw the work of Lu Ming, a young man in his twenties.

His faith, or his word.

It has been smashed to pieces.

Now I don't even want to write, let alone instruct others.

Guide? I'm sorry I don't deserve it.

I have been practicing calligraphy for decades, but I can't compare to a young man in his twenties.

Where is there a face called a calligraphy master, and where is there a face to guide others.

So I politely rejected these people.

"I'm sorry, it's a little inconvenient today, let's change the day."

"By the way, in the future, please don't call me a master, I'm not worthy.

Only a great talent like Mr. Lu Ming can truly be called a master or even a grandmaster."

After finishing speaking, Nan Lin sighed and left in a low voice.

A few calligraphy enthusiasts were confused.

"Master Nanlin, what's wrong? Looking lonely?"

"Doesn't seem to be in a good state of mind......

"And who is Mr. Lu Ming that Master Nanlin is talking about?"

"I don't know, we haven't heard of it. Is it a calligrapher from abroad?"