Congratulations, you got it right!

While everyone was still speculating about the title of Wang Yueheng's article.

Wang Yueheng picked up the bright red calligraphy brush and wrote the title "Preface to the Orchid Pavilion" in one stroke.

"Preface to the Orchid Pavilion Gathering..."

"These characters are so beautiful!"

Yekaterin, who was fond of Chinese culture, was immediately impressed and couldn't help but praise it.

Although I can't understand what kind of font this writing style belongs to.

But aesthetic appreciation is universal among people.

The fluid and elegant beauty revealed in the brushstrokes was a delight to everyone present.

"This type of script is called running script."

"行" means to walk.

"It lies between cursive script and regular script, combining the advantages of both."

"It ensures that the writing speed is not too slow, but it is not as rough and careless as cursive script."...

After writing the title, Wang Yueheng looked at the stunned chamber of commerce members around him and the interested expressions of the Little Red Flower Band members, and then explained it with a smile.

"Can I record it? I can show it off to my friends later."

"Rest assured, I will not leak this information before the auction begins."

Auctioneer Yekaterin couldn't wait to take out her phone and ask Wang Yueheng.

"It's good that Uncle Wang has no objections."

Wang Yueheng directly passed the question to the president of the chamber of commerce.

"Okay, please send me a copy when you get back."

Wang Zhan smiled and said.

As an auctioneer, Ekaterin naturally understood the importance of keeping the auction items confidential better than anyone else.

Moreover, her commissions and career are tied to each auction, so she wouldn't risk her livelihood rashly.

"Of course, Chairman Wang!"

Ekaterin immediately nodded in agreement.

After saying that, he turned on the recording and pointed it at the clean, high-quality Xuan paper on the table.

Then Wang Yueheng regained his serious expression, took a wolf-hair brush, and began to write in a flowing, elegant style on the Xuan paper.

"In the ninth year of Yonghe, the year of Guichou, at the beginning of late spring, we gathered at the Orchid Pavilion in Shanyin, Kuaiji..."

The article was written in classical Chinese.

This left everyone around them stunned.

Even Mo Zixue, a top student at Tsinghua University, found it somewhat difficult to read.

Fortunately, with the limited high school Chinese knowledge she had left, Mo Zixue was able to understand the content of this ancient romance novel.

Kong Ruoxi and others who grew up abroad.

It's obviously very difficult to understand.

All one could do was admire Wang Yueheng's flowing calligraphy and secretly marvel at his exceptional talent.

Write a fluent and logically coherent classical Chinese poem from the perspective of the ancients.

Such difficulty is so high that even graduates majoring in ancient languages ​​might not be able to accomplish it!

And now, Wang Yueheng is about to create such a work on the spot and present it to international friends.

It's more than ten times more difficult than writing a song on the spot!

"On this day, the sky was clear and the air was fresh, a gentle breeze was blowing, and one could look up at the vastness of the universe and down at the abundance of all things..."

As lines of exquisite calligraphy, powerful and breathtakingly beautiful, emerged from the paper.

Everyone's attention became increasingly focused, lingering on the paper and unable to look away.

It's as if through each Chinese character, one can see the vast universe hidden behind it.

Each modern Chinese character, derived from pictographs, has reconstructed the unique and unparalleled beauty of the Chinese language.

"It's such a pity that teachers Tong Hua and Yu Qiushui aren't here."

"Otherwise, they would probably be even more excited and happy to see a work like Yue Heng's than when they were recruiting!"

As Mo Zixue stared at the tip of Wang Yueheng's brush, which was still turning and rising, she couldn't help but think.

Wang Yueheng's modern prose poem "Saying Goodbye to the Broken Bridge Again" was so beautiful that it captivated the hearts of the two top universities' special recruitment teams on the spot.

With the recent publication of the classical Chinese text "Preface to the Poems Composed at the Orchid Pavilion," one can't help but feel envious of China's linguistic masters.

This is also the first time Wang Yueheng has created a new type of work in public.

Unexpectedly, it was showcased overseas.

This time, overseas Chinese will truly have a feast for the eyes!

"As the ancients said, 'Death and life are momentous matters.' How painful it is!..."

When I saw Wang Yueheng write this sentence.

Even though they weren't proficient in classical Chinese, Wang Zhan and the others still understood the meaning of the sentence.

I couldn't help but think of some recent events, and my mood immediately became heavy.

He even had some doubts.

Did Wang Yueheng have any other purpose in writing this preface?

But only a handful of people within the organization knew about that; how could this young singer possibly know...?

"Brother Heng, you're a civil servant in the propaganda department, highly educated, can you understand this?"

In the Little Red Flower band, guitarist Luo Buqing looked at drummer Zhang Heng and asked in a low voice, trying to flatter him.

He was eager to know what story Wang Yueheng's "Preface to the Orchid Pavilion" told.

"Are you kidding? If I were that capable, I wouldn't be a civil servant in a county town..."

"Why can't you get a job in a provincial department...?"

Zhang Heng said with an embarrassed expression.

"Moreover, I have a feeling that once this copy of the 'Preface to the Poems Composed at the Orchid Pavilion' is circulated back to China, it will probably be included in textbooks by educational publishers..."

Zhang Heng then shook his head.

It seems the publisher revised the textbooks too early; it turns out Wang Yueheng has so much untapped talent in poetry and prose.

"That must be a high school textbook. Middle and elementary school students probably wouldn't understand it at all."

Guitarist Luo Buqing echoed softly.

On the contrary, Gao Fei, a trumpet player who graduated from the Dragon Kingdom Conservatory of Music, quietly appreciated the preface written by Wang Yueheng.

There was no sign of doubt or embarrassment on his face.

Wearing frameless glasses, she tilted her head slightly, a strand of long, straight black hair falling down one side of her fair cheek.

He was engrossed in looking at the pristine white Xuan paper, completely absorbed in it.

"Phew~"

"Finished writing!"

As the last line of cursive script came to a close.

Wang Yueheng gently placed the brush on the brush holder and let out a long breath.

A neat and beautiful ancient Chinese essay of more than three hundred characters was thus displayed in its entirety before everyone.

The exquisite beauty of the Chinese characters is like a gift bestowed upon humanity by heaven through Wang Yueheng.

This not only provided a visual feast for everyone present but also sparked their curiosity about the ancient Chinese stories.

"Clap clap clap~"

Seeing Wang Yueheng begin writing, the crowd, who hadn't even dared to breathe loudly, unanimously offered their applause.

Wu Zhu, standing to the side, acted as if nothing had happened, still watching everyone's actions with a blank expression.

"Mr. Yue Heng, I admire your calligraphy skills so much!"

"I had only seen it online before and didn't really appreciate it, but seeing it in person was so beautiful and breathtaking!"

Kong Ruoxi was the first to speak, praising him with a hint of admiration in her expression.

The way people look at Wang Yueheng has become more like how they look at a highly respected cultural figure.

"There are some details we don't understand. Could you please explain them to us?"

Yuan Jianfu, the tall office director wearing a white shirt, then asked a question with great enthusiasm.

While Wang Yueheng was writing, he also took a few photos.

Including several selfies with Wang Yueheng.

I plan to post it on my Twitter blog after the auction ends to show it off.

Yekaterin nodded in agreement that she also struggled with reading Chinese characters.

"Did Xiaoxue understand?"