Chapter 258

[I'm afraid I don't know that Yan Bao has had several calligraphy exhibitions? 】

[to tell you the truth, being good-looking is good-looking, but it's too arrogant. Yan Bao, hit her in the face! 】

although Xiuyan has entered the entertainment circle, she is the first lady of Xiujia, and she is naturally proficient in all kinds of music, chess, calligraphy and painting.

However, if there is a calligraphy exhibition, the calligraphy skills of Xiuyan are powerful.

Especially a while ago, one of her big characters was personally sent to the international calligraphy and painting exhibition by the vice president of the Chinese Calligraphy Artists Association to participate in the competition.

Fans also know what the Chinese Calligraphy Artists Association stands for.

All the top Chinese Calligraphers are in this association.

These calligraphy masters, however, are not so easy to accept.

It's true that there are reasons for Xiujia, but Xiuyan itself is very powerful.

Ying Zijin after watching a story of jumping off a building to lose memory, finally willing to put the line of sight on Xiuyan: "I write a word, more expensive."

Xiuyan's smile folded: "what does classmate Ying mean?"

The dialogue between the two was clearly recorded in the live room.

The barrage was full of question marks.

【？？？ Does she know that Yan Bao is a young lady of Xiujia family, and deliberately blackmail her? 】

[what do you mean your words are more expensive? Do you know that Yan Bao can sell 200000 yuan for a single word? Where else can you go? 】

[Yan Bao, you promise her that if she loses, she will have to buy your words! 】

Xiuyan glanced at the barrage in the live broadcast room, thought for a moment, and smile: "well, whoever wins will buy each other's words."

Hearing this, Ying Zijin yawned and looked lazy: "come on."

Xiuyan makes a phone call and asks for help to bring her pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

"Mr. Ying, this is a website of Chinese Calligraphy Artists Association." Xiuyan opened a website, "after we pass on the words we wrote, the website will evaluate the score."

"Generally speaking, a word with a score of 90 can be sold for 500000 yuan."

With that, Xiuyan took up the brush again: "which one does Ying need? Wolf hair or sheep hair

Ying Son Jin swept one eye, took one at will: "it doesn't matter."

Xiuyan took the brush hand and laughed again: "it seems that Ying is very powerful."

What is it? I also know that different kinds of brushes are used for different calligraphy and painting. It doesn't matter? 】

[I haven't studied calligraphy at all. Originally, I was an art student who came to ISC. Now it seems that art is not good either? 】

Xiuyan smoothed the rice paper, dipped it in the developed ink, and began to write.

She wrote in regular script, with a natural atmosphere between the lines.

When writing, Xiuyan glanced at the girl. Seeing that she had written a word, she stopped writing and shook her head slightly.

Five minutes later, Xiuyan stopped writing.

After blowing rice paper, she took out her mobile phone to take photos.

Ying Zijin wrote a word, after writing, her attention returned to the TV.

Tengyun Mengli took out his mobile phone: "Zijin, I'll take a picture for you."

"Now, I'll post our words to this website." Xiuyan has started screen sharing to ensure that everyone in the studio can see it.

[Yan Bao pass it quickly and release the score so that she can know who is better than who. 】

"I'll pass it now." Xiuyan comforted the fans with a smile, "don't worry, everyone."

"Son Jin." Teng Yunmeng lowered his voice. "It doesn't matter if you lose. After all, Xiuyan is half a member of the Chinese Calligraphy Artists Association. It's really powerful."

Ying Zijin slowly stretched a waist: "won money to invite you to have a meal."

Teng Yunmeng

Because two people's words are passed on together, so are the scores.

Xiuyan put the score of Ying Zijin first.

She moved the mouse to open the score column.

A big red "100" jumped out, and the website also played jubilant music.

【…… 】

fans in the studio were silent.

The "100" was clearly fanned in their faces.

"Ying's calligraphy is really good." Xiuyan was still smiling, with no change in his expression. "I'm not an art student. I can't compare."

She counted her score again.

What comes out is an "8".

The jubilant music immediately disappeared, replaced by a series of sad erhu.

Teng Yunmeng laughed a little.

Ying Zijin pressed his head.

It's not unreasonable that Sheng Qingtang is called an old urchin.

Websites can do the same.

Xiuyan's fingers trembled. It was unbelievable.If it wasn't for her live broadcast, she would have jumped on it.

The number of "8", like a knife, stabbed her eyes blankly.

Last time she got 80 points, she practiced for a long time, even her teacher rarely praised her, how can she get an 8?

Xiuyan put her hair behind her ears, managed to stabilize her mood, and said, "the system is wrong. I'll pass it on again."

As she spoke, she passed on her own words.

Ten seconds later, the score is 85.

Xiuyan was relieved and said with a smile, "this is the right score. I'll pass on the words of Ying again."

She clicks upload.

The score also came out quickly, still 100.

The manicure pinched the palm.

85 vs. 100 is not as ugly as 8 vs. 100.

But before Xiuyan was relieved, her score changed in the next second.

From 85 to 8.

Once again, the sound of sad erhu.

The barrage in the studio was completely silent, and the fans couldn't say a word.

Obviously, it's not the website system that's wrong, it's Xiuyan's score is an "8".

The last to break the silence is a part of the black powder of passers-by and Xiuyan.

[I've also used this website. Its scoring system is based on proportion. If someone's handwriting is good, the score of others will drop accordingly. 】

[wocao ha ha ha ha ha, so this is the calligraphy of sister Shenyan. It's so good that the score of Xiuyan is directly reduced to a single digit? No, I'm laughing. 】

[got it, got it, they got 100 points because they only got 100 points. 】

[it's really so careless that it's better than you. If they write it seriously, you don't deserve to be compared, OK? 】

[a big star bullies a plain man, but he didn't expect that he was a professional. Did he kick the iron plate? 】

[where do fans get their faces? Oh, hit people's faces? Your face's gone now, right? 】

even if the housing authority keeps deleting bullet screens and bans, it can't control it.

This live broadcast for fans turned into a group mocking scene.

Fans are even more ashamed and forget to speak for Xiuyan.

Repair Yan "pa" close the computer, has been taut look finally broken open.

"No more, a million." Ying Zijin leans on the sofa, is very lazy, "collect money code to send you, remember to play money."

Xiuyan left with a black face.

Her hands were shaking as she left.

Teng Yunmeng came back in a trance.

Their group's face value and intelligence quotient seem to be a little money maker.

**

after returning to his bedroom, Xiuyan was so angry that he smashed the inkstone.

Her chest heaved, picked up the mobile phone and dialed a phone: "Hello, yes, it's me. We'll go out tomorrow. Then, I'll call her. You can do it according to the situation."

I don't know what to say over there.

Xiuyan chuckled: "no background, it's still from Shanghai. Who can't let her disappear in the imperial capital without knowing it? Feng Hua, if you don't want to, I will contact others. I believe your brothers will also be interested. "

"No, Miss Xiu." Hearing this, Feng Hua was anxious. "I want it. It's hard for Miss Xiu to think about me first."

"Say ahead of time, I'm only responsible for leading people." Xiuyan light, "other things, I will not care."

"All right, just bring the people here." Feng Hua said, "I've done a lot of things like this, and I won't involve Miss Xiu. Besides, how dare I?"

Although the Feng family can be regarded as a family with surnames in the imperial capital, compared with the Xiu family, it is not enough.

Don't say Xiuyan is to send someone to him. Even if he is asked to help, Feng Hua has to do it.

He took a sip of wine, ordered the picture Xiuyan sent to him, and showed it off to the young man beside him triumphantly: "you see, is this girl really amazing?"

"Oh, Mr. Feng, where did you come from?" Next to a childe brother was surprised, "which star?"

"No, no, just an ordinary person." Feng Hua waved his hand. "Miss Xiu said she would send me this girl. When I get tired of it, I'll give it to you."

"That's a good feeling." Childe brother laughs, "I really want to try, but I don't think Mr. Mu will take part in this kind of thing, will he?"

He turned his head, looked at Mu Chenzhou on the other side, and laughed: "we, Mr. mu, are going to inherit the Mu family."

Mu Chenzhou looked at the picture and didn't speak.

Feng Hua noticed the change of Mu Chenzhou's expression and woke up: "Mr. mu, do you know me? Your people? "

If it was someone Mu Chenzhou knew, he would not dare to touch it.

He can't afford to offend the Xius and the mus.He is lustful, but he cherishes life more.

Mu Chenzhou slowly breathed for a while, lightly over his head: "I don't know, you can play."