Even if Zhang Jiuzhou hadn't explicitly invited him to write calligraphy under the guise of "permanent free service," it would have been different.

Wang Yueheng would also give a calligraphy work as a gift on the spot, out of respect for the other party's S4 level die-hard fan.

After all, calligraphy can indirectly help one gain popularity.

Especially when displayed in a well-known top-tier hotel like Dongyulou, it will inevitably attract some popularity points every day.

For Wang Yueheng, it's a win-win situation.

"Alright, I'll have someone prepare it right away!"

"Xiao Shen, go and get it from my office... never mind, I'll just go get it myself!"

"Please wait a moment, you two!"

Upon hearing that Wang Yueheng readily agreed, Zhang Jiuzhou's face immediately lit up with joy.

The original plan was to have Manager Shen Hongjing fetch writing brushes, ink, paper, and inkstones from her office.

However, worried that the other party might have taken the wrong item, Zhang Jiuzhou decided to go and retrieve it himself.

soon.

As the door to the private room opened again, three or four hotel employees followed Zhang Jiuzhou inside.

Two employees even carried a long table suitable for writing.

This scene attracted even more onlookers.

Many people took the opportunity to gather at the entrance of the private room.

"Wow!"

"It really is Wang Yueheng and Han Hong!"

"Wow, I saw her in person!"

"So handsome! Don't block my way, quickly take a couple of pictures..."

When they saw that the people inside were indeed singers Wang Yueheng and Han Hong, everyone's faces showed surprise and excitement.

Immediately, a commotion broke out in the crowd.

Many people hurriedly took out their phones, taking advantage of the instant the door to the private room opened.

They frantically took photos in the direction of Wang Yueheng and his companion inside the house.

But the door to the private room was quickly closed again.

"Mr. Wang Yueheng, then I'll trouble you!"

Once the table was set up, high-quality Xuan paper and top-grade calligraphy brushes and inkstones were laid flat on it.

Zhang Jiuzhou gestured for him to enter.

At this moment, everyone's eyes in the private room were focused on Wang Yueheng again.

The young hotel staff members responsible for carrying the table were filled with curiosity and kept looking at the young singer.

I want to see what makes this celebrity singer different from ordinary people.

While the other person was carrying the table and getting the writing brush and ink, they took advantage of the moment.

Wang Yueheng had already decided what to write, and then stepped to the table.

He picked up the brush on the table, dipped it in the ink from the inkstone, pondered for a moment, and then began to write on the clean white Xuan paper.

The lobby manager, Shen Hongjing, and the boss, Zhang Jiuzhou, immediately focused their attention on Wang Yueheng's pen.

The soft-bristled brush, laden with thick ink, moved with incredible speed and fluidity.

He wielded his brush and splashed ink on a piece of pure white Xuan paper, which was two meters long and about half a meter wide.

As Wang Yueheng wielded his brush to write, everyone subconsciously held their breath, as if afraid that the slightest movement would disturb his writing.

Soon, two lines of cursive script poetry appeared on the pristine white paper before my eyes.

The calligraphy, as always, flowed smoothly and powerfully, captivating those around him.

Even someone who knows nothing about calligraphy can see these two lines of writing.

You will also feel a kind of indescribable aesthetic shock.

Then, the boss, Zhang Jiuzhou, silently recited two lines of poetry that Wang Yueheng had just written, the ink still wet:

"Do not say that life's spring dreams are cold; let us travel south and enjoy the tea of ​​the Jade Pavilion."

The name of Dongyulou was directly included in the two simple lines of poetry.

Zhang Jiuzhou looked at this poem and thought it seemed to be related to the song "Ordinary Man's Song" that Wang Yueheng had just sung.