At this time, Xue Bin had an expression like "I don't know much about education, don't lie to me." This caused many uncles behind him to look indignant and look at Qin Hao fiercely.
Li Dongxu didn't care about breathing at this time. He walked up to Qin Hao in three steps and said, "Teacher Qin Hao, don't get angry yet. Their reaction is actually quite normal. After all, originality has been created for thousands of years." For such a great thing as a font, you are the only one..."
Qin Hao nodded, stood up, and said to Xue Bin: "Why can't I create a unique font? Is it only when I grow old that I can brag loudly based on my experience and the world? force?"
Suddenly hearing Qin Hao's words, several leaders of the Calligraphers Association were a little embarrassed. They wanted to walk away, but Zhang Dongyang stopped them and persuaded them:
"Listening to what the boy is talking about, he sounds like he's capable!"
"If you have ambitions, you will not grow taller; if you have no ambitions, you will live a hundred years in vain!"
As Qin Hao spoke, he threw a 16-page notebook on the desk to Xue Bin.
Although Xue Bin didn't believe that Qin Hao was the creator of this kind of running script, he guessed what the notebook was and hurriedly grabbed the notebook.
When he opened the notebook with trembling fingers, he immediately shouted out:
"This is it, this is it!"
As soon as the uncles heard this, they rushed over like a shot of blood, staring at the notebook with burning eyes. They looked intoxicated like a pervert who had been abstinent for who knows how many years and suddenly saw a peerless person. Like a beautiful woman.
Page after page, song after song, several uncles were immersed in Qin Hao's perfect calligraphy and couldn't extricate themselves for a long time.
After a while, Zhang Dongyang recovered from the shock. He glanced at Qin Hao, then at the notebook, and asked curiously:
"This handwriting is still very new, and there is even a scent of ink. Could it be that it was just created?"
Qin Hao nodded and said, "I wrote this yesterday."
"hiss!"
As soon as Qin Hao finished speaking, there was a gasp in the office. Among them, Li Dongxu had the biggest reaction, because he only proposed the idea of publishing a collection of poems for Qin Hao yesterday. Does that mean that he composed these hundreds of poems in just a few hours yesterday
As soon as this idea came up, Li Dongxu rejected it. Even the rebirth of Shixian Wang Xu could not do this kind of thing, let alone Qin Hao
He must have done it before and copied these hundreds of poems into his notebook one by one after he came up with this idea.
"Well, that must be the case!"
After this thought flashed through his mind, Li Dongxu nodded in his heart.
Xue Bin had come to his senses at this time, but he still couldn't accept the fact that the words in the notebook were written by Qin Hao. He slowly walked to Qin Hao and said:
"Teacher Qin Hao, I wonder if you could please write a few words for me to appreciate?"
Suddenly hearing this request, Qin Hao actually refused in his heart.
Damn it! I'm not a monkey, you can watch it if you want
At least, you have to pay the money first!
But before Qin Hao could speak, an old voice rang out:
"No need, I believe these poems are written by Teacher Qin Hao himself!"
"Teacher Zhang, this..."
Just as Xue Bin was about to speak, Zhang Dongyang glared back.
"Hahaha, a person who has ambitions does not grow older, but a person who has no ambitions lives a hundred years in vain!"
Zhang Dongyang laughed loudly at this time and said: "Sure enough, a hero is born in a boy! Teacher Qin Hao, I am Zhang Dongyang from the Chinese Calligraphers Association. I now solemnly invite you to join the association. What do you think?"
At this time, Ma Zitao opened the door and walked in. He first shook hands with the leaders of the Calligraphers Association in the office, then quickly walked to Qin Hao's side and said:
"Why don't you agree to such a good thing quickly? You have been suspended from your job now, and there is no news at all. Isn't this a good opportunity to enter the public eye?"
Qin Hao has already considered this. He doesn't want to join the Calligraphers Association, he simply has no shame to join! He had just scolded someone, how dare he join the association again!
Seemingly aware of Qin Hao's embarrassment, Zhang Dongyang pulled Xuebin to his side and said:
"Xiao Xue is a researcher of our association, and the origin of regular script is his masterpiece. Maybe it's because the people he comes into contact with are all old men like us, and their thinking is a bit rigid. I'm sure he has no other intentions!"
Xue Bin was also awakened by Zhang Dongyang's words at this time, and immediately apologized to Qin Hao with a red face:
"I'm sorry, Teacher Qin Hao, I was in trouble just now..."
Qin Hao also showed a smile at this time and shook hands with Xue Bin, as if they had met each other and put aside their grudges with a smile.
However, just when he was about to agree, someone rushed in from outside the door and shouted loudly: "Wait!"
Qin Hao was also stunned. When he looked up, he only saw a middle-aged man with a big belly rushing in. He walked quickly to Qin Hao and said:
"Teacher Qin Hao, my name is Liu Yixia, and I am a member of the Chinese Poetry Society. Today, I have received instructions from our president to recruit you into the society..."
Upon hearing this, everyone could not help but breathe a sigh of relief. Even Xue Bin, Zhang Dongyang and others smiled and congratulated Qin Hao: "Haha, I didn't expect that Teacher Qin Hao is not only excellent in calligraphy, but also has such amazing attainments in poetry creation. It is really rare! "
"Thank you, you are so flattering. I am just a primary school student at most..."
"Teacher Qin Hao, you are so humble! Your calligraphy is enough to leave a mark in the history of calligraphy!"
Xue Bin said solemnly at this time: "Although I am just a person who studies words, I am no stranger to classical literature. Although I have only briefly read a few of your masterpieces, I also know that these are masterpieces that will be famous throughout the ages. ! I really don’t know what the people in the Writers’ Association think, but they haven’t invited you to join the association until now. It’s really... "
"Pfft!"
Suddenly hearing Xue Bin's words, the staff of the Beijing Radio Station who were watching suddenly couldn't help laughing. They secretly thought that Teacher Qin Hao is good at everything, but he is too popular. At this time, I am afraid that people from the Beijing Writers Association have long been attracted to him. List!
"Ahem!"
Suddenly hearing Xue Bin's words, a hint of embarrassment suddenly appeared on Qin Hao's face, and he said sarcastically: "Let's talk about joining the club!"
Seeing Qin Hao deflated, everyone couldn't help laughing.