Chapter 60

"President ye, you don't have to promise him. It's against the rules!"

Liu Yuanwei hurried.

Bai Kun unilaterally proposed to change the rules. Ye Mo can refuse. After all, the first and second innings are their conditions, so the rules of the third inning can be set by themselves!

For example, take out another nine inch plum blossom fight. Although it's shameless, it's also in line with the rules. This fight will surely win!

Otherwise, he suddenly fell into Bai Kun's pit. Now it's one-to-one draw. Bai Kun will win another game, and Fu Ruixiang and even Taihua Street will no longer be able to lift their heads.

"Boss, don't promise him!"

"President ye, they are against the rules!"

"What's the matter? You set the rules. Are you ashamed?"

……

Bai Kun's words also aroused the anger of man Fu Ruixiang. The bully didn't bully him so much. He came to the door to fight for trouble and the Bureau set its own rules.

The guys brought by Bai Kun looked at their nose, nose and heart one by one. They all ignored and dared not argue. It was really too shabby to play like this.

"Ye Xiaoyou doesn't have to pay attention to him. You can fight as you say in the third game!"

Zheng Lu looked into Ye Mo's eyes and said.

"Uncle Zheng! If you do, ah Yu's illness will have to be delayed again!"

Seeing that Zheng Lu wants Ye Mo to choose the rules, Bai Kun is in a hurry. If the boy takes out the broken pendant again, the game will be over!

"Shut up! It's better to be disabled than to be disabled!"

Zheng Lu angrily said that although the corners of his eyes looked painful, he didn't hesitate at all.

Children and grandchildren have their own blessings. Maybe this is life.

"Third inning..."

Ye Mo opens his mouth, and Li Yonghai smiles because the initiative has returned to Ye Mo's hand. Bai Kun snorts angrily and throws his sleeves ready to leave.

"You make questions."

Ye Mo picked up the tea offered by the waiter and drank it all at once.

"What!"

"What?!"

"Who made the question? I must have heard it wrong."

"President ye, this is also..."

……

The people in the house immediately fried the pot. Although they didn't dare to ask loudly, they all whispered. Both Fu Ruixiang and Bai Kun felt a little incredible!

"Ye Xiaoyou, you have figured it out. Do you really want us to make a question?"

Zheng Lu frowned and asked. Ye Mo undoubtedly gave up his advantages, which is very unreasonable.

Bai Kun's eyes changed from surprise to ridicule in just a few seconds.

too big for her skin!

Bai Kun said coldly, but he didn't dare to show it. He was afraid that if he spoke carelessly, the young silly boy would change his mouth.

"Needless to say, let's make a question."

Yemo waved his hand and looked indifferent.

"Well, the old man doesn't respect me. I have a word here. Please put your hands and eyes on it!"

Zheng Lu waved and the man next to him accepted. He quickly took out a roll of yellow scroll from the box placed on the table behind him.

"Dong Qichang's words!"

Li Yonghai recognized it at a glance, carefully observed the calligraphy style, checked the signature and bell seal at the back, and said.

"Yes, it's Dong Qichang's words. It belongs to his early works. At this time, his style has not been completely formed. Many words still imitate many famous masters."

Li Yonghai's picture of me admiring and learning from myself actually wants to remind Ye Mo that Wan Yiye Mo doesn't even know who the author is, so he's lost!

Now there are several young people who really know the way of calligraphy and painting. They don't necessarily know what their loser wrote!

Ye Mo is speechless when he sees Li Yonghai pretending to be talking to himself.

Dong Qichang knew that it was a great calligrapher in the late Ming Dynasty. His brush style was blowing and the clouds were rolling. It was quite natural and had a great impact on later calligraphy.

Dong Qichang's calligraphy is not good at the beginning. On the contrary, his early calligraphy is very ugly.

At the age of 17, Dong Qichang was supposed to be the first in the HKCEE, but the examiner thought his writing was too ugly, so he gave the first place to Dong Qichang's nephew.

Dong Qichang was greatly humiliated by this. When he came back, he worked hard, studied and copied many calligraphy characters, and finally claimed to be one.

This character is indeed his early work according to the style. During this period, we can really see the eyebrows and eyes of some other famous artists.

"Ye Xiaoyou, please palm your eyes."

Zheng Lu did not investigate Li Yonghai's leak, but spread his fingers to indicate that ye Mo could start.

Ye Mo smiled, put down his tea cup, got up, took the towel handed over by the waiter, wiped his hands, and leaned over to observe the word.

All the people in the shop could not help but hold their breath, for fear that their breath would affect Ye Mo too much.

Zheng Lu took this opportunity to look at his young owner.

She has a beautiful face and a cool face. She is not as reckless as she should be at this age.

Young man, it's not easy.

Zheng Lu was slightly surprised. Ye Mo's eyes were deep and incomparable. He had an old man who didn't belong to his age. This was the indifferent attitude after being polished by the secular world. However, he was only in his twenties. How could he experience that?

Just as everyone was guessing how much Ye Mo would quote for this picture, ye Mo straightened up and sat back in his seat, picked up his tea cup, and said after a brief silence.

"This picture is false."

"What? Hahaha! It's ridiculous. Boss Ye has poor eyesight and dares to question the authenticity of this word?"

Bai Kun laughed as like as two peas. He had seen it very well. It was the same as Dong Qichang's early style.

So, this fight, Fu Ruixiang lost!

"President ye, this, this word is really made by Dong Qichang."

Li Yonghai sighed that it seems that Taihua street can no longer engage in antique business in the future. After smashing the signboard this time, the reputation of Taihua Street's literary and entertainment industry has been destroyed.

"Xiaoyou, are you sure?"

Zheng Lu looked stunned and asked.

"Uncle Zheng! He is a straw bag and doesn't understand anything!"

Seeing that the winning ticket is in hand, Bai Kun has no scruples anymore, pointing to Ye Mo and sneering.

"If it hadn't been for boss Ye's luck in the last game, you would have lost! Come on, take off the plaque of Fu Ruixiang!"

Bai Kun looked contemptuous, and with one move, he was ready to ask the waiter to take off Fu Ruixiang's plaque.

Li Yonghai and his companions suddenly turned blue and went to pick the plaque in front of the owner. They didn't give any face!

"Yonghai, do you think this is Dong Qichang's early work?"

Ye Mo is not a bit flustered about the tense atmosphere in the store. He asks faintly while pouring the floating tea with a covered bowl.

"President ye, I may be able to read other people's words wrong. I have appreciated Dong Qichang's early manuscripts countless times. I will never read his words wrong."

? Although Li Yonghai was suffocated in his heart, he didn't dare to be impatient with Ye Mo's watch Ruth. He bowed and said.

Ye Mo shook his head and smiled.

"If you say so, the word must be false."