My Website Is About to Go Bankrupt

Fang Yang, a struggling bar singer, soul-transferred into a parallel universe where he inherited a dying website and a music academy, graduating from a student who lost both parents. He revived th...

Chapter 189, /.

The big shots naturally wouldn't bother with the comments section, so this private room reserved for them became lively again after several months.

"Mr. Chen, it's been a long time! What good calligraphy have you written lately? Could you show it to us for our appreciation?"

"Oh dear, Old Gu, I'm ashamed to say that I haven't had much energy lately and haven't been able to write any good calligraphy. I just wanted to get together with you friends, maybe we could come up with some ideas, but there's been hardly anyone here the last few times I've come. This has made me even more listless."

"Old Chen, so you feel the same way. I knew it! I've been feeling down lately. It's all Fang Yang's fault. It's been over half a year and he hasn't written a single piece of calligraphy to send over for us to look at. We don't want his calligraphy, we just want to appreciate it. Why is he so stingy?"

"Oh my, Mr. Li is here too. What you said is indeed wrong. Isn't this young Fang getting a bit arrogant? He's always causing trouble by making TV shows. What's the conflict between making TV shows and writing a couple of calligraphy pieces?"

In less than ten minutes, more than a dozen big shots had gathered in the small room, and Fang Yang's calligraphy was placed at the top, so that everyone who came in could see it at first glance.

"This is Xiao Fang's calligraphy; it's very well written."

The expert had this thought the moment he saw the calligraphy; they're all industry leaders, their discerning eye doesn't need a closer look.

"This calligraphy is indeed of a high standard. Besides the spatial composition, the most crucial element is the font itself—rounded and natural, with a soaring, bold spirit. Logically, these two styles should clash, but this piece excels precisely in this respect. It integrates them seamlessly using the principles of space, tempering the sharpness with naturalness, achieving a harmonious balance of roundness on the outside and squareness on the inside, forming a unique whole."

Contrary to the comments outside, the experts inside the room emphasized the font itself, while considering spatial composition as secondary. This makes sense, as they are all masters who have immersed themselves in this industry for decades. Before putting pen to paper, they already have the entire structure of the characters in mind. If one does not have expertise in spatial composition, no matter how well one writes, it will not be appreciated by the experts.

"This calligraphy has a strong Han and Tang style. Speaking of which, that period was also the most prosperous era of cursive script. It seems that Xiao Fang has a good understanding of Han and Tang culture. If we invite him to discuss it with us old men someday, we might have some unexpected gains."

"Then don't even think about it. Xiao Yang has a lot on her plate this year. She even had two lectures scheduled at the Central Conservatory of Music, but she didn't have time to come."

At some point, Professor Chen found himself among this group of bigwigs. Seeing that everyone was getting into the conversation, he couldn't help but pour cold water on their enthusiasm.

"That's a real pity. Why would someone so talented like you want to work in the entertainment industry? Wouldn't it be better to work in the literary world? You would have become a master sooner or later."

Some people lamented Fang Yang's lack of tact. In the entertainment industry, he could only ever be an actor, but in the literary world, he was a master of his generation. His status and position were far superior. In any case, he could easily be a professor at any university.

"You can't say that. My students are doing very well too. Don't cling to old ideas. Things are different now. The country is vigorously developing cultural undertakings. Actors are also dedicating themselves to the country's cultural cause. If it weren't for these actors, what would you watch every day? How would the country's various policies be promoted? So, there are many paths to Rome. As long as you can contribute to the country, you can work in any industry."

Professor Chen couldn't stand these intellectuals who thought only studying was superior, and that intellectuals were at the top of the social hierarchy. Did that mean that I, Old Chen, was also at a much lower level than them?

"Haha, hold on, hold on, let's not talk about that anymore. Let's just focus on the words themselves. As for Xiao Fang, let's leave it to fate. Besides, we're from all over the country, so it's not easy to meet him. I heard that Xiao Fang's headquarters is about to be completed. Wouldn't it be better if we took some time next year to go and pay our respects together?"

"Speaking of which, I have an idea. Didn't Xiaoyang say he wanted to build a seven-star cinema? Why don't we move some kind of conference there? Wouldn't it be better for everyone to get together? Besides, Jiangnan is full of pavilions and towers, so it's a good place to relax."

Professor Chen got excited as soon as the topic came up. Organizing a seminar at West Lake would be a piece of cake. With more than half a year to plan, it should be a very simple matter. Besides, who says that seminars have to be held in one place regularly? We can easily change the location!

"Hey, Fang Yang uploaded another painting."

Someone noticed the notification on the corner of the computer, clicked on it, and saw that there was a new work published. Following the link, they found Fang Yang's newly uploaded picture of shrimp playing. So they downloaded it and posted it to the top of the group. Unexpectedly, Fang Yang either doesn't post at all, or he posts two at once.

"Hey, isn't this a picture of shrimp playing? Old Ye, this is your specialty."

Ye Jintian, known as Master Ye, is a master of shrimp painting in China. After carefully examining the painting, he said, "This young man, Fang, has a profound skill in painting shrimp. Although there are only seven large shrimp, each one has its own characteristics and different expressions. At first glance, they look just like real shrimp, which is very interesting."

"Haha, to receive such praise from Elder Ye, one is probably unique among the younger generation of painters."

"This is also because of his high level of skill, which we must admit. Although I have been immersed in this industry for decades, this painting gave me a great surprise. There are many aspects that I am not as good as. As the saying goes, 'Among three people walking together, there must be one who can teach me.' I will carefully appreciate this painting by Xiao Fang. Maybe I can use it to reach a higher level."

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Seeing the long-silent discussion room come alive again, Chen Fushu grinned from ear to ear. "Xiao Yang, it has to be you! With just one move, these old guys are flocking to it. Look, the whole literature section is buzzing with excitement now. How about we put this painting up for auction?"

Fang Yang shook his head, "With my skill level, I won't put it up for auction. It was just a casual doodle anyway, enough for everyone to appreciate."

"How about we hold an auction?" Yang Huajin said with a smile. "This is a good opportunity to see how much your paintings are worth. People say your paintings have the style of a master, but since they've never been auctioned, we'll never know their true value. The best way to measure a painter's value is by looking at their auction results. If this is successful, we can hold a solo exhibition of your paintings and calligraphy at headquarters, which will attract a lot of attention."

Chen Fushu also advised, "Xiao Yang, what Lao Yang said makes sense. We'll see what it's like when we put it to the test. Let's take this opportunity to try it out. If we can sell it for a sky-high price, people won't be so embarrassed to ask you for paintings so often in the future, and you'll save yourself a lot of trouble, right?"

Fang Yang, who hadn't been particularly interested, became somewhat tempted when Chen Fushu mentioned that it would reduce trouble. Ultimately, Fang Yang was someone who didn't want trouble. The reason he had rarely written or painted in the past six months was to reduce trouble, so that people he barely knew wouldn't try to get his hands on his calligraphy or paintings, which would be incredibly annoying.