Chapter 322

Because it is an office area, the venues that can be cleared out are limited, and there is a partition in the middle of each table. At the beginning, most people gathered around Zhang Ting and occasionally looked at the girl from a distance. They just saw the other party lowering their heads and pounding things. The glasses on the bridge of their nose were heavy and ugly. They were really not as pleasing to the eyes as the beautiful and lovely Zhang Ting.

People are subjective animals, and the surface evaluation of things is often preconceived.

People are ugly and can't dress up. The words they write must be earthworms.

No problem.

So in the female staff's surprise, many people also felt that it was because the words written by the girl were too ugly. They went to watch them in the mood of watching jokes.

Then, the first person in the past didn't move, and the second person stood still and didn't come back

When Zhang Ting came back, she found that all the people around her ran to the girl, and one or two were quiet and strange.

"Making something sensational..." frowned unhappily. Zhang Ting didn't think the other party had any real skills at all. Her heart despised the girl's use of heresy to steal the limelight, but there was another burst of unspeakable anger.

The next moment, I heard a clear and faint voice in the middle of the crowd, "OK."

If you just listen to the voice, people will mistakenly think that you are a reserved and self-contained family lady.

Hum, pretend.

Zhang Ting just pinched her nose and thought like this. The next moment she heard the sound of pumping one after another in the crowd. It was like the soul returned to the body. The silence was suddenly broken.

"Is this... A painting?" someone said so uncertainly, in a tone of surprise and surprise.

"How can I look at this style as if..." some people seem to find something, and their eyes widened for a moment, as if they couldn't believe it.

Zhang Ting looked at the obviously wrong painting style. She could no longer bear to lift her chin, hung her eyebrows and said in a loud voice: "since everything is fine, let me see how much strength you have to match your arrogant character."

She spoke sarcastically. When she saw the people looking back, she squeezed in with her eyes higher than the top. Her eyes fell slowly and glanced disdainfully at the table.

Just a glance, she was completely shocked on the spot.

The long axis size white rice paper has been dyed with ink at this time. No, there are other colors.

More than two-thirds of the long paper is a landscape of Meishan yuandai. The blue ballpoint pen ink mixed with water seems to curl towards the fog in the morning, depicting the faint blue shadow of the mountains in the sky. The artistic conception outlined by a few strokes is long and deep. With Juan Xiu's handwriting on one side, it is like a beautiful beauty depicting her eyebrows in the mirror.

Only this one, we can see the author's profound skills in pen and ink.

Moreover, there is more than one painting of the same level.

Zhang Ting couldn't help but move her eyes to another piece of rice paper spread out to dry. This time, the red ink was rendered into a sunset glow in the sky, and the black ink was hidden in it, showing a crazy state, which was the opposite feeling from before.

"Twenty minutes later, there are five such works. If I hadn't seen them with my own eyes, I couldn't believe it." at this time, the onlookers said what they wanted.

Even laymen can see the aura on paper in these paintings.

The time taken by the girl is surprisingly short.

If Zhang Ting's work is a model of the printer, the girl's is a real flesh and blood soul.

Zhuyu is in the front, winning or losing is almost clear at a glance.

However, "it's the font design. No matter how beautiful your painting is, it also deviates from the focus. Do you think you can please this flashy thing?" Zhang Ting bit her lip, scratched a little unwilling on her face, and strongly refuted her mouth.

There was such a big battle just now. If she loses now, she won't have the face to see anyone.

Others are also laymen. They are separated from each other like mountains. Once they hear it, they feel a little reasonable, so they also make difficulties. "Indeed, we are not professional enough to appreciate calligraphy alone."

Although everyone thinks that girls' works are more beautiful, they can't stand the profession, and naturally they don't dare to make a conclusion.

No one expected that the girl had such good strength. Seeing that the meeting was coming to an end, Zhang Ting squeezed her palm and pretended to wave her hand generously. "Forget it, I'm too lazy to argue with a child. I'm sure you still have a little strength. I won't embarrass you today. Pack up your things and go. Don't delay everyone's work."

She was reluctant before, but now she suddenly raised her hand. Miss Zhang turned her face as fast as turning a book, which caught everyone off guard. Some people were a little dissatisfied and felt that she had been fooled.

At this time, with a click, the door of the conference room was opened, and everyone was startled.

Zhang Ting suddenly stretched out her hand to cover the girl's work, but suddenly there was another hand pressing the Paperweight in the ramp, and then raised her eyes and ran into a pair of deep eyes.

"I heard that Mr. Zhang has also come. I don't think there is a more suitable candidate than a literary leader to be a referee." the girl's voice was not high or low, and just fell into the ears of several people who had just walked out of the conference room.

Zhang Chuzhi, who was being sent out, turned his head and saw his daughter at the first sight, "Tingting, what happened?"

Zhang Ting's whole body was stiff. She felt that the eyes around her gathered on her. She pulled the corners of her mouth awkwardly and had to shout, "Dad, I didn't..."

Before he finished, several quick talking staff stepped in, "Mr. Zhang, just now Miss Zhang was comparing calligraphy with others. Her level is very high, and we can't tell the difference, so I'd like you to judge."

After watching the excitement for so long, everyone is obviously a little unwilling.

"Oh?" Zhang Chuzhi, with white hair, raised his voice slightly and came over with great interest, "let me see."

He knows his daughter's level very well. He can be called a gifted person among his peers. Most people are superior to others. It's rare for anyone to compare with him. The literary leaders who think they love talents have also given birth to some curiosity.

He didn't notice the girl with weak sense of existence, but first fell his eyes on one of the tables. The ink on the spread rice paper was not dry. At a glance, he knew that it was his daughter's pen, "well, it's good, the pen is powerful, and he has made great progress, but he's too impatient. He can't be impatient next time."

Mr. Zhang is famous for his strictness in the industry. It is the best to get this evaluation.

"Old Zhang, look at this little sister's." the female worker who helped just now tried her best to win the opportunity for the girl to comment on the famous teacher.

"HMM." Zhang Chuzhi nodded, glancing at the girl's invisible face without anger, and then fell directly on the rice paper.