After a pause, Liu Xiaoyuan continued, "President Meng, when I compete in calligraphy with your grandson, I think I should close my eyes and write. Otherwise, it would be considered bullying the weak and an unfair victory!"

Liu Xiaoyuan's words clearly showed that he treated Meng Hao like a child and didn't take him seriously at all, which made Meng Hao so angry that his face turned ashen and he looked extremely ugly.

No one present believed Liu Xiaoyuan's words, because even they couldn't do it. If they were blindfolded, they weren't confident they could write better than Meng Hao.

Even Zhao Qianhai felt that Liu Xiaoyuan was overdoing it with his pretentious act, so he walked up to Liu Xiaoyuan and said, "Mr. Liu..."

However, Zhao Qianhai was interrupted by Liu Xiaoyuan as soon as he finished speaking, who said with a smile, "Mr. Zhao, you can rest assured."

Seeing Liu Xiaoyuan's stubbornness, Zhao Qianhai didn't know what to say, but he was still worried that Liu Xiaoyuan would lose.

However, Zhao Qianhai's apprentice, Li Chenggong, trusted Liu Xiaoyuan more and comforted his master, telling Zhao Qianhai to relax.

Seeing Liu Xiaoyuan courting death, Meng Yisong was naturally delighted. In fact, Meng Yisong was a little worried that Liu Xiaoyuan's calligraphy skills were very high, perhaps even surpassing his own grandson's.

Now that Liu Xiaoyuan has asked to close his eyes, he's definitely going to lose, because even if Meng Yisong closes his eyes and writes, he might not be able to win.

Although calligraphy is written with the hand, the eyes are crucial. If you close your eyes, the strokes will be either too long or too short if you are not careful...

"Mr. Liu, are you sure you want to write with your eyes closed?" Meng Yisong asked.

Liu Xiaoyuan nodded and said, "Of course I'm sure. If you don't believe me, you can find a piece of cloth now and blindfold yourself when I write later."

“No, I believe Mr. Liu is a gentleman and will keep his word!” Meng Yisong said with a smile.

Because anyone who isn't blind can tell whether someone closes their eyes or peeks out a little. Therefore, Meng Yisong doesn't need to worry at all that Liu Xiaoyuan will secretly open his eyes while writing.

"Mr. Liu, may we begin writing now?" Meng Yisong then asked.

Because Meng Yisong, like his grandson, was eager to see Liu Xiaoyuan make a fool of himself, and then use that as an opportunity to thoroughly humiliate Zhao Qianhai.

"No problem, but please take this piece of paper with your grandson on it and don't ruin my mood!" Liu Xiaoyuan's words were extremely harsh, and Meng Yisong's face turned ugly upon hearing them, not to mention Meng Hao.

What do you mean by "torn paper"? What do you mean by "affecting one's mood"? This is simply outrageous and arrogant.

Alright! I'll let you be arrogant for now, just wait and see how I deal with you!

Meng Yisong asked Meng Hao to take away his calligraphy. Liu Xiaoyuan stood in the middle of the desk and looked at Meng Yisong, saying, "President Meng, could you please grind some ink for me?"

Holy crap! This kid actually made Chairman Meng grind ink for him? Who does he think he is? He's so arrogant! If we weren't in a situation where we couldn't all meet here, I would have loved to go up and have a one-on-one fight with him.

Meng Yisong's face also turned pale. He thought to himself, "Who do you think you are? You think you're qualified to have me, the president of the calligraphy association, grind ink for you?"

Seeing the expression on Meng Yisong's face, Liu Xiaoyuan said with a smile, "President Meng, do you think I'm not qualified to let you grind the ink? Don't worry, you'll find out in a moment that I'm absolutely qualified to let you grind the ink, and you'll feel incredibly honored!"

The way he said that made everyone present realize that Liu Xiaoyuan was exaggerating to an extreme.

"Boy, what makes you think you can get my grandfather to grind ink?" Meng Hao pointed at Liu Xiaoyuan and said angrily.

Liu Xiaoyuan glanced at Meng Hao, casually picked up a calligraphy brush from the brush holder, and said with a smile, "If trash like you is qualified to have Chairman Meng grind ink for you, then I am even more qualified!"

"You..." Meng Hao was so angry at Liu Xiaoyuan that he couldn't speak. He pointed at Liu Xiaoyuan for a while before saying, "Kid, if you have the guts, say what you just said..."

"Xiao Hao, shut up! This isn't a market, it's not a place to argue." Meng Yisong interrupted Meng Hao, seemingly talking about his grandson, but actually about Liu Xiaoyuan, telling him that this wasn't a market, not a place to argue, but a place where real skills are tested.

Liu Xiaoyuan pretended to be confused, playing with the calligraphy brush in his hand. He didn't look like a calligraphy master at all. He looked like a three-year-old child who was not doing his homework and was just playing with the brush in his hand.

"President Meng, let's grind the ink." Liu Xiaoyuan said to Meng Yisong with a smile.

“Mr. Liu, let me help you grind it!” Li Chenggong stepped forward and said.

Liu Xiaoyuan waved his hand and said, "You don't need to do it. Chairman Meng will have to do it. Chairman Meng was able to grind ink for his grandson just now, so he can probably grind ink for me too, since my calligraphy skills are much better than his grandson's."

Meng Yisong narrowed his eyes, and finally nodded and said, "Alright, I'll grind the ink for you. If your writing is not as good as my grandson's, then you can drink this ink, how about that?"

Upon hearing this, everyone present felt that Meng Yisong's move was quite vicious, but considering how arrogant Liu Xiaoyuan was, using such a method to deal with him was not excessive at all.

“Absolutely no problem!” Liu Xiaoyuan agreed without hesitation.

Upon seeing that Liu Xiaoyuan had agreed, Meng Yisong immediately began grinding ink for him.

As Meng Yisong ground the ink, he thought to himself, "Hmph, kid, I'll let you be arrogant for a while. I'll see how you manage to drink this ink later!"

"Hey! Chairman Meng, why are you grinding so much ink? Do you want me to write a masterpiece of calligraphy with thousands of characters?" Liu Xiaoyuan saw Meng Yisong grinding ink non-stop, and the inkstone was almost full. Meng Yisong's actions were obviously to retaliate against Liu Xiaoyuan, thinking that Liu Xiaoyuan would lose, so he ground more ink so that Liu Xiaoyuan could drink more later.

Meng Yisong's actions were as clear as day, but everyone present felt that Liu Xiaoyuan had brought this upon himself.

Meng Yisong didn't say anything, and only stopped when he saw that the ink was almost overflowing the inkstone.

"President Meng, is it ready?" Liu Xiaoyuan asked with a smile, clearly not worried about losing at all.

Meng Yisong said, "It's all polished now, Mr. Liu, please write it down quickly!"

Hmph! Kid, I'd like to see what you can write! If you don't drink this whole inkstone today, I'll eat the calligraphy brush live on air!

"Okay, no problem, I'll start writing now." Liu Xiaoyuan smiled and spread out a sheet of Xuan paper, pressed the two sides of the paper down with a paperweight, and then picked up the brush in his hand and dipped a little ink into the inkstone.

Everyone's eyes immediately followed the calligraphy brush in Liu Xiaoyuan's hand, eager to see what kind of characters he could write with his eyes closed.

However, Liu Xiaoyuan's hand holding the calligraphy brush stopped in mid-air and remained motionless, as if he had thought of something important, or perhaps his hand had cramped up and he couldn't move it.

Everyone's gaze also stopped, staring intently at Liu Xiaoyuan's hand that was suspended in mid-air.

(End of this chapter)