After a while, the police car arrived, and after understanding the situation, they took away a group of liars.
Unsurprisingly, this group of guys is a very skilled scammer gang, who have committed several similar cases in various places, and the total amount of fraud is as high as millions.
"Master Yan, I'm really sorry just now, my old Wang has eyes but can't see Mount Tai..." Boss Wang ran over with a smile and thanked him.
"Graffiti that a kindergarten student can't compare to, you can also treat it as a treasure." Yan Xiu joked unceremoniously.
"Isn't this a fascination with calligraphy and painting recently? I'm a rough old man and I don't know much. I can't compare with your old man's artistic level. Everything I see is amazing." Shy, but cheeky to please.
"President Yan, I made you laugh. This is a good friend of mine, Wang Hai. He just likes arty nouveau riche. Don't be as knowledgeable as him."
The man who recognized Yan Xiu just now and reminded Lao Wang in time walked over with a smile.
"Old Mu, you've gone too far, have you ever hurt a friend like this!" Wang Hai glared at him angrily.
"Just tell the truth." The man surnamed Mu shrugged.
"Ha ha… "
Everyone around couldn't help laughing.
"Master Yan, I have always heard that your calligraphy is extraordinary and holy. It is also a predestined relationship for everyone to gather here today. How about taking this opportunity, Master Yan, to show us what real calligraphy is? Raise everyone's appreciation level, so as not to let us This kind of thing will happen again in the future." Someone suddenly suggested.
As soon as this remark came out, it was immediately unanimously approved by everyone, and they all spoke up to help.
"Stop, stop, don't put a high hat on me, and still be a saint? I, Yan Xiu, have self-knowledge, but I can't reach this level." Yan Xiu waved impatiently and interrupted everyone.
"Old Yan, just write something. I haven't seen you write for a long time. It just so happens that my dad's birthday is coming up. Please write me a copy of calligraphy and let me take it back and give it to my dad!" Yun Shuyu He also smiled and said something.
Yan Xiu glanced at her when he heard the words, nodded with a smile and said: "You little girl has said that, I really can't refuse, okay!"
Everyone was pleasantly surprised when they heard the words.
Soon, the waiter of the teahouse brought Yan Xiu's pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and set them up in the booth.
Yun Shuyu walked over and skillfully polished ink for Yan Xiu.
"Yu girl, are you still practicing calligraphy?" Yan Xiu asked with a smile.
"I'm too busy with work now, I can't take time off to practice this, and I can't calm down." Yun Shuyu replied honestly.
"Hey... It's a pity, you are a good seedling. Young people nowadays only care about making money, and they don't see the charm of our country's culture!" Yan Xiu sighed.
"No way, there are still people who like it. Old Yan, the ink has been polished." Yun Shuyu smiled and said.
Yan Xiu nodded, and handed the bamboo fan in his hand to Yun Shuyu, then took a brush from Bijia Mountain and lightly dipped it in ink.
After thinking for a moment, his gaze shifted to the rice paper, and the whole person's aura changed instantly.
This is the temperament of a real calligraphy master, and people subconsciously ignore the vest and shorts he is wearing.
There is no luck with eyes closed, and there is no sudden shout, Yan Xiu just calmly writes, draws horizontally, vertically and vertically with the brush on the paper calmly.
It is obviously very common, but it attracts everyone's attention, making people feel so smooth, pleasing to the eye, and full of artistic beauty.
Even Su Chen, who hadn't practiced calligraphy much, couldn't help being aroused, and observed and studied seriously.
In my mind, the proficiency of calligraphy skills is also improving rapidly.
[Observe calligraphy master's creation, calligraphy skill proficiency +10]
[Observe calligraphy master's creation, calligraphy skill proficiency +10]
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"Okay, when the ink is dry, you can take it away."
After finishing the last stroke, Yan Xiu put down the brush and said to Yun Shuyu with a smile.
"This is the real master. There is no one else who writes this word well."
"It's so well written, hey, I want a copy of Master Yan's calligraphy too!"
"Sure enough, this is the real calligraphy. What the hell were those before!"
"This word is written so well that the back of the paper is painted with iron and silver hooks. It is really a pleasure to look at it. We will never reach this level in our lifetime."
"Master Yan is too powerful."
"..."
The onlookers all spoke in praise.
"Master Yan, look, can you also write a piece of calligraphy for me, Lao Wang, and I will take it back as a family heirloom, and you can set the price as you like." Wang Hai approached Yan Xiu with a smirk, and said expectantly.
"Get out!" Yan Xiu glared at him unceremoniously.
"Come on, I'll offer one million? Two million? Just make an offer!" Wang Hai still refused to give up.
"Old Wang, don't go too far. Yan Lao's calligraphy cannot be bought with money. Not long ago, at an auction on Hong Kong Island, Yan Lao's early calligraphy was sold for 1,500 yuan. The sky-high price of ten thousand." The man surnamed Mu said in a deep voice.
When everyone around heard the words, they were too shocked to speak.
Fifteen million, a lot of them don't even have that much.
Su Chen was also shocked.
Wang Hai couldn't ask for more, he could get 15 million through gritted his teeth.
But Yan Xiu obviously didn't value money, otherwise he would not have talked about money at all, so he gave this beautiful woman who seemed to be very familiar with a pair of calligraphy.
"Come on, girl Yu, you finally came here today, and it just so happens that you have the opportunity to write, and I'll give you some pointers." Yan Xiu said to Yun Shuyu with a smile.
All the onlookers looked at Yun Shuyu curiously.
Yan Xiu is a master in the calligraphy world, and someone who can be treated like this by him, and even personally instructed, must have a good status.
"Okay, I do have some itchy hands."
Yun Shuyu smiled and nodded, then moved the calligraphy on the table aside, then took a new piece of rice paper and spread it out, pressed it with a paperweight, and then started to write with a pen.
She obviously also has a lot of calligraphy skills. The font is different from Yan Xiu's vigorous and majestic style, but it is more beautiful and smooth.
After finishing a poem, Yun Shuyu looked at Yan Xiu.
"It's obvious that I haven't practiced for a long time, and I have regressed a lot." Yan Xiu looked at her in disappointment and commented.
"Indeed, it feels a lot rusty, and I will find time to practice more in the future." Yun Shuyu promised with a smile.
"It's all your fault for your money-losing dad, teaching you how to do business, wasting a good seed for nothing." Yan Xiu said with a straight face.
Yun Shuyu smiled without saying a word, looked at Su Chen and said, "Su Chen, do you want to try it too?"
"Me? Forget it, I can't write well." After Su Chen froze for a moment, he waved his hands hastily.
"Why do you ask him to write? It's a waste of ink and paper. You need to practice more, put more strength in your wrist, and don't hesitate to write."
What Yan Xiu said was straightforward and merciless.
There are a few black lines hanging down Su Chen's forehead, this old man has some skills, but it's just too unpleasant.
"Old Yan, Su Chen is very talented, just let him try!" Yun Shuyu begged with a smile.
The third change, please recommend a ticket
(end of this chapter)