Li Donglai shrugged.

Good heavens!

A bunch of old foxes, they've really hidden themselves well!

Even his intelligence agency was kept in the dark!

At this moment, Li Donglai was 70% certain.

The China Arts Association has already made plans to hold the World Arts Conference next August!

Next month will be the time when the mystery is revealed.

Li Donglai didn't rest all night.

Instead, he sat at his desk and drafted the next steps for business development in Xiazhou.

…

Two whole days and two nights!

Lin Rui worked tirelessly, without sleep or rest.

At the same time, the "Nymph of the Luo River" painting was also completed up to the eighth volume.

Only one volume left, and then we'll be done!

None of Li Donglai and the others left.

More and more people came after hearing the news.

Without exception, once they arrived here, they all seemed to be possessed and refused to leave.

They were amazed by the unrestrained and flamboyant cursive script of "The Song of the Pipa".

They were awestruck by the dozens of figures in "Ode to the Goddess of the Luo River," each unique in physique and beauty.

He was completely captivated by the painting "Nymph of the Luo River".

Everyone was eager to pull out a magnifying glass and dissect the details of the painting!

Even Yan Zhenhui, who was unwell, rushed to the scene.

Even the aging master painter Chen Kaixi, who had long since retired from the art world, was leaning on his cane, staring intently at "Ode to the Goddess of the Luo River".

For many, this was the first time they had ever seen the true face of Fusheng.

This was the first time I had ever heard of Fusheng's name.

Four more hours passed.

"It's finished!"

With a cheer, Lin Rui threw his paintbrush to the ground.

It took nearly sixty hours.

He finally brought the nine scrolls of "The Goddess of the Luo River" back to the world in their original form!

It was only at this moment that he realized there were quite a few people standing nearby.

Faced with so many eyes, Lin Rui was taken aback and instinctively wanted to hide.

But suddenly, he froze.

He was surprised to find that he remained completely unfazed by the attention of dozens of people.

Lin Rui guessed that the five stress-resistance attributes must have been effective.

"Mr. Lin, this is the food that was just delivered."

"You've been hungry for almost three days."

Chen Bin brought over the dishes.

Lin Rui glanced at them; they were all flavors he liked.

He immediately took the plate of food, and without any hesitation, sat down on the floor and started eating.

Everyone else knew, more or less, that Lin Rui hadn't slept or eaten for two days and two nights.

Therefore, no one went up to disturb them at this moment.

Lin Rui wolfed down his food, then pointed to the poem "Pipa Xing" at the end of the cultural wall and mumbled, "Is there any way to get that poem known in Huazhou as quickly as possible?"

Chen Bin was about to say, "Why don't you just edit it and post it on Weibo?"

If you find it too troublesome, taking a picture will do.

But Chen Bin swallowed his words back before he could say them.

He recalled that the poem's signature was Lin Rui's real name.

Fu Sheng, residing in the two states of Hua and Xia, certainly wielded a terrifying influence.

However, if you use Fusheng's Weibo account to post this, it will easily arouse suspicion.

Of course, this depends on whether Lin Rui wants to reveal his identity.

Based on observation, Lin Rui currently has no such plans.

Fortunately, Chen Bin was quick-witted and came up with more than a dozen solutions in an instant.

Just as they were about to unravel the mystery, Li Donglai laughed loudly, "That's easy! There are so many people here, all of whom are household names in Huazhou. If they post it on Weibo, within an hour, even a three-year-old child will be able to recite a few lines of your poem."

“Fusheng, we’ve had this idea for a while, but we were worried you wouldn’t allow it.”

Many literary figures echoed this sentiment.

They had long wanted to make the calligraphy and paintings on the cultural wall public.

These are all priceless treasures, and they can't wait to share them with the world.

"all right."

"Isn't the point of writing and drawing this to be seen by others?"

Lin Rui's matter-of-fact demeanor left the bigwigs present both amused and exasperated.

What you said makes a lot of sense!

We were being petty!

"Of course, I have a request."

"It concerns my identity; please keep it confidential."

"Make it as easy as possible for outsiders to believe that the author, Lin Rui, is from Washington State."