A luxury villa in Kyoto.

Zhao Hongyi had a mobile phone in his left hand, staring straight at the photo of the copybook sent by Wang Weimin, constantly enlarging the font, not letting go of any detail on the copybook, and savoring it carefully.

He also held a mobile phone in his right hand, constantly dialing Wang Weimin's phone, listening to the prompt tone on the phone from beep to unreachable.

He also knew that Wang Weimin had turned off his phone directly.

"This old king! Where the hell did you get the work?! Master Wang Yizhu? The pen is not quite like ...

Hiss ......"

After careful appreciation, Zhao Hongyi exclaimed more and more terrifying!

"This strength is even better than Master Wang Yizhu! Ahhh Lao Wang! Wang Weimin!"

For a rich man who is obsessed with calligraphy, seeing such a superb ink treasure, but he can only look at the photo, and he can't see it with his own eyes, if he can't touch it and pocket it, it is simply a kind of torture for Zhao Hongyi.

He is especially fond of calligraphy, and has collected many ancient famous calligraphy treasures, even the famous modern calligraphy masters, he has not left any of them, and all of them are in place.

"There are only words, not even a seal or signature...... I've never seen anything like that."

No matter how many times Zhao Hongyi looked at this photo, he couldn't wait to engrave the photo in his mind, but the copybook written by Lu Ming was not stamped and signed, and Zhao Hongyi just didn't know whose hand this copybook came from.

Now there is a calligrapher he doesn't know, but he doesn't know who the other party is, and without the other party's works, his collecting career seems to be missing so much.

"Where does Lao Wang live now? A large flat near the company? Or a quadrangle? Or a manor house in the suburbs?"

Zhao Hongyi thought about it, thinking about whether to go directly to the door to arrest people, but rich people are trouble, there are too many places to live, as far as he knows, there are no less than five or six, and there may be some he doesn't know.

So if he wants to come to the door to find someone, he may not be able to find it.

"Forget it, I can escape the first year of junior high school, but I can't escape the fifteenth."

In the end, Zhao Hongyi gave up this idea, because it was tantamount to looking for a needle in a haystack, although it could be seen from the calligraphy that Wang Weimin was with the calligraphy master, but he really didn't have the confidence to find them.

He wasn't sure if Wang Weimin was in Kyoto, what if he was out of town?

Zhao Hongyi decided to wait until he saw Wang Weimin, and then stalked him to buy the calligraphy in his hand, or let him introduce this mysterious calligrapher.

After making up his mind, Zhao Hongyi stopped trying to call Wang Weimin, anyway, people turned off the phone and couldn't get through.

Turning his head to focus on the photos on his phone, he continued to study the copybook.

Maybe I didn't feel very embarrassed about this, so I turned around and printed the photo again and hung it on the wall.

"Shhh...... That's nice! That's so well written!" ……

On the other side, Wang Weimin turned off his mobile phone.

Carefully put away the ink that had dried, this was his treasure, and he had to find someone to frame it afterwards.

After doing all this, he returned to the table, and it happened that Lu Ming explained to him.

"Mr. Wang, the matter of making the plaque will trouble you.

Do you have red sandalwood or yellow pear? It's better to use them to make plaques."

Although Wang Weimin is not like Wang Junjie, Lu Ming still specially instructed, emphasizing that the wood used to make the plaque should be red sandalwood or huanghuali.

"Yes! I just have a piece of rosewood in my collection, which is more than enough to make a plaque!"

Wang Weimin nodded hurriedly, without a trace of hesitation, in his opinion, Lu Ming's calligraphy was only barely worthy of the precious red sandalwood.

"I will definitely find the best craftsman to make Mr. Lu's plaque!"

Wang Weimin took over this task and contributed a piece of wood from his treasured collection.

Lu Ming and Wang Weimin were talking, while Luo Ziqian and the others were still looking at the notebook that Lu Ming wrote to him.

Suddenly.

Luo Ziqian looked at the calligraphy and asked a question.

"Eh, Lao Lu, this calligraphy you wrote is not right!?"

As soon as these words came out.

Everyone's eyes immediately turned to him.

Wrong?

What's wrong?!

Mr. Lu's calligraphy is the best in the world, how can it be wrong?!

Luo Ziqian was very embarrassed by everyone, and hurriedly said.

"I look at other calligraphy, in addition to the big characters on the top, there are some small characters below, and there are seals or something!

You only have four words, all for nothing, nothing."

Luo Ziqian is a novice calligrapher, and he has little knowledge of calligraphy, but he has seen other calligraphy to some extent, and other calligraphy is not like Lu Ming.

It is precisely because he has the least knowledge of calligraphy and his close relationship with Lu Ming that he can say his thoughts without reverence.

As soon as Luo Ziqian said this, everyone suddenly realized.

It turns out that he said that he was paying off! The next line of small characters that Luo Ziqian said is the signature of the copybook, usually the date on which the work is written, the author's name, or who it is given to.

Generally, the calligraphy is indeed to be signed and sealed.

It's just that Lu Ming is not a professional calligrapher, he just wants to name and inscribe the courtyard, so he doesn't have this habit and doesn't have a seal to affix.

And these small details were ignored by Wang Weimin.

They were completely shocked by Lu Ming's calligraphy level and the joy of getting Lu Ming's calligraphy, and they didn't care about this detail at all.

On the contrary, he was not as sober as Luo Ziqian, a calligraphy novice, and when he said this, he noticed that these calligraphy were missing.

"You have a lot of, fat man, you are not satisfied with all the things that have been written to you!"

"You didn't write it right, and you won't let me say it? I'm obviously pointing out the problem for you, otherwise you'll be laughed at if it gets out!"

"Okay, okay, I'll add it to you, I thank you."

Lu Ming moved his hand again, adding a signature to Luo Ziqian's Jijian Weixiong character poster, and also added Wang Ziqiang's benevolent and not worrying about it.

Wang Weimin saw it, and quickly took out the one that was put away by himself!

He put it away early in the morning, and he was almost about to be missed in the link of adding money, but fortunately he moved fast enough, otherwise he would have lost a lot!

"That's not right, there's no red seal, you put a seal, that's decent!"

Luo Ziqian was still not satisfied, and felt that the calligraphy without the red seal was incomplete.

", I'm not specialized in calligraphy, where did I get the seal! Why don't I put a handprint on it for you? You're going to just see!"

Lu Ming can easily add it, it is nothing more than a few more strokes to write a few words, but he really doesn't have a special seal.

Wang Weimin listened to it from the side.

Mr. Lu doesn't have a seal?! The first person in the calligraphy world, the sage of calligraphy, how can he not have a special seal?!