Chapter 369

Su Zhe's dog legs wrongly accused Jiangning of cheating, and this roar also made everyone around. They pointed at Jiangning and began to talk.

"Cheating in front of so many people, but it's just a small contest. This person is really shameless."

"Some people like to play fat face, you say if you know you can't compare, then don't come up."

Jiangning did not care about these people. He stood beside the conference table with a blank face.

He didn't speak, but Liu Yiming couldn't read it any more. "Everyone, listen to me. First of all, the ink on the rice paper hasn't dried completely. Secondly, I've been watching it all the time. It's really the amazing handwriting that Dr. Jiang wrote on the spot. People can't imitate it."

There is something in Liu Yiming's words. He means that it is impossible for Jiangning to cheat. Most people can't write this font. Who can help Jiangning cheat.

Su Zhe had a bad feeling in his heart. He came up and looked at the two letters in front of Jiangning. His heart suddenly cooled. How could he compare them? They were not at the same level.

The word Jiangning has a charm in it. It seems to jump on the paper. Those words seem to be telling stories one by one. If you look closer, you will feel that the word is about to jump out of the paper. He feels that the word is alive.

Su Zhe knew that he had lost, but with his character, how could he admit that he had lost? He didn't speak. He just stood in the same place quietly and said what to see Jiangning make a fool of himself. Today, it seems that he made a fool of himself.

After a while, other onlookers also found that it was wrong. They came up one after another, and their eyes were crowded into cockfighting eyes. Looking at Jiangning's calligraphy, some people even lost their chin.

The knowledgeable people immediately clapped the table and cried out.

"This word, my God, if you don't taste it carefully, you can't really detect its charm. No, I want to collect it. I don't know how much the young man is willing to sell it."

"It's just a literary treasure. It's too much for me to collect it. I think we should print it, distribute it as a calligraphy, and copy it once a day."

Jiangning is highly praised by these people. If they cheat, they will not attack themselves. Looking around, who dares to say that they can write such handwriting? It is even more impossible to bring the finished product and replace it.

The Xuan paper is full of ink, and the ink has not dried up, all of which can prove that the calligraphy was written in Jiangning.

At this time, Jiangning stood in the crowd, like the stars holding the moon, and everyone was chasing Jiangning.

"Young man, you write a copy of calligraphy for me, can I give you a million, just a poem, please."

"A million? This is bullying, young man. I'll give you five million yuan, and I'll have a poem, song of everlasting regret. I like the sentence "Changsheng hall on July 7."

"The song of everlasting regret has 840 words, but you know it. Why don't you say Lisao? Three thousand words. I'll go to you, young man. Don't listen to him."

These people gave Jiangning a high evaluation, which would cost a lot of money to buy Jiangning's calligraphy. You know, it took more than ten minutes for Jiangning's two calligraphy just now.

Jiangning slightly arched to the crowd, "I just wrote some on the spur of the moment. If I have leisure time in the future, I will write two couplets for you some other day." Jiangning is just being polite. It's not a big deal to write. But if everyone comes to ask him to write, he can't be too busy.

At this time, Su Zhe has been forgotten, what the protagonist, the stars, has not been held for more than half an hour, he felt that his self-confidence has been unprecedented hit.

When Su Zhe saw that no one paid attention to him, he left, but he was very unwilling to leave, and he felt like he was running away.

At this time, Jiangning has already said goodbye to the public. Tan Xiang immediately follows up and walks into the holy hand hall. Unfortunately, after they enter the holy hand hall, they meet Su Zhe and a group of his dogs.

"Dr. Jiang, let's see who can write well." Tan Xiang imitates Su Zhe's tone, "I'm sorry, Dr. Jiang. I can't catch up with you for your calligraphy skills. No need to compare. I'm not as good as you."

The vivid performance of Tan Xiang made Jiangning laugh. As for Su Zhe, Jiangning didn't think about Su Zhe. Seeing that Tan Xiang was ridiculed by Su Zhe, he was familiar with Tan Xiang, so he helped Tan Xiang find the scene.

As for humiliating Su Zhe after the victory, Jiangning has no spare time. It's just that Tan Xiang's strange look makes Jiangning feel funny.

Su Zhe seems to be sneering at this smile, but he can't refute it at all. In the end, everyone is chasing Jiangning. He doesn't have to ask for the result. Isn't that boring.

In the eyes of outsiders, if Su Zhe doesn't ask about the result, he means that he can't compare with Dr. Jiang. Tan Xiang's words really make his chest stuffy and he has nothing to say.

Su Zhe felt that this time he provoked Jiangning calligraphy was a great mistake. His words really became the words in the eyes of the public.

The atmosphere had already been created, and everyone had forgotten Jiangning. Instead, he wanted to challenge Jiangning, saying that he wanted to compete in calligraphy, a large-scale loading car overturning scene, but he didn't know that Jiangning had such a good handwriting.

Su Zhe watched Jiangning and Tan Xiang walking towards the holy hand hall. He also watched Jiangning passing by without raising his eyelids.

Seeing Su Zhe's angry face, the dogs immediately comforted him.

"Jiangning is just a better writer. It's nothing. A doctor's job is to see a doctor and save people. Su Shao only needs better medical skills than Jiangning."

"Su Shao, no one is perfect. You've written very well. It's just that Jiangning is better than you. If you lose it, it makes Su Shao more perfect."

But at this time, an untimely sneer rang, Ning Zhi slowly came, "tut Tut, you really can comfort yourself, Dr. Jiang's words, not only better than you, it's very different?"

After Ning Zhi finished, she looked around the holy hand hall. When she saw Jiangning disappearing around the corner, she immediately called out: "Dr. Jiang, Dr. Jiang!" While shouting, she ran after Jiangning.

Ningzhi this practice is undoubtedly in Su Zhe wound above is sprinkled with a handful of salt, Su Zhe feel very heartache.

At the same time, inside the airport, a beautiful woman was pushing a wheelchair. She was sent out by the airport staff. On the wheelchair was a gray haired old man, who looked like her father.

"Mr. LAN, please go. If you need anything, please contact us." A manager said in a loud voice. He stood in the same place and watched them leave.

When the two left, the staff next to him was very moved. "It's very nice of Mr. LAN to take his old father around the world for treatment."

"Don't talk nonsense." The manager looked around. "That's her husband."