As soon as Liu Xiaoyuan said this, the people in the room were in an uproar. They all felt that Liu Xiaoyuan was too proud and arrogant and didn't know his own limitations.
"This kid is too arrogant. Little does he know that there are always people more capable than him."
"Exactly, so what if he can write a beautiful slender gold script? It's quite an achievement for someone so young, but to say something so arrogant and ignorant, I don't think he'll amount to much in the future."
"How dare you say such things in front of Chairman Meng! You've really gone too far!"
Everyone in the room felt that Liu Xiaoyuan's words had gone too far and were too arrogant. They seemed to be criticizing Liu Xiaoyuan in private, wanting to see how he would embarrass himself and be humiliated.
Even Zhao Qianhai thought Liu Xiaoyuan was being a bit too cocky, saying he could write beautiful characters even with his eyes closed.
Liu Xiaoyuan was completely unconcerned about the accusations leveled against him by everyone present. With the god-level invincible system at his disposal, he would soon show them what a true calligraphy master was.
Meng Yisong originally wanted to humiliate Liu Xiaoyuan and make Zhao Qianhai feel ashamed.
Now that Liu Xiaoyuan had spoken so boldly, Meng Yisong was secretly pleased. The higher one climbs, the harder one falls. The more confident Liu Xiaoyuan was, the louder the slap in the face would be later.
"I didn't realize Mr. Liu was such a master calligrapher. My apologies for not recognizing him!" Meng Yisong took the opportunity to flatter Liu Xiaoyuan, hoping that Liu Xiaoyuan would become even more complacent.
Liu Xiaoyuan was well aware of Meng Yisong's little tricks, and smiled, saying, "It's good that you know. However, I wouldn't dare to call myself a calligraphy master; I can only say that I have some skill."
Although he spoke with some modesty, anyone could tell that Liu Xiaoyuan was not being sincere and still maintained that arrogant tone.
"Mr. Liu, why don't you show us your calligraphy so we can all appreciate it?" Meng Yisong finally revealed his true intention.
Meng Yisong didn't believe Liu Xiaoyuan could write anything of high quality. He planned to point out the flaws in Liu Xiaoyuan's handwriting from a professional perspective as soon as he finished writing, thus giving Liu Xiaoyuan and Zhao Qianhai a good humiliation.
"President Meng, since you are the president, how about we have a competition?" Liu Xiaoyuan asked with a smile.
Damn it, you want to slap my face? Then I'll slap your face until it's swollen.
The God-level Invincible System contains a plethora of calligraphy masters, including the Sage of Calligraphy Wang Xizhi, Yan Zhenqing, and Emperor Huizong of Song. I refuse to believe I can't easily defeat someone like Meng Yisong.
When everyone saw Liu Xiaoyuan's arrogant attempt to challenge Meng Yisong, they all felt that Liu Xiaoyuan was overestimating himself and was asking for trouble.
“Why let my grandfather come? I’ll compete with you!” Meng Hao, Meng Yisong’s grandson, stepped forward and directly challenged Liu Xiaoyuan.
Liu Xiaoyuan glanced at Meng Hao, then shook his head and said, "You're no good. I'm afraid you'll lose so badly later that you won't be able to face anyone!"
These words were extremely arrogant, showing no regard for Meng Hao at all. This angered Meng Hao so much that he clenched his fists. If he had the chance, he would have punched Liu Xiaoyuan in the face long ago.
The others in the room also felt that Liu Xiaoyuan's words were too confident. Meng Hao was, after all, Meng Yisong's grandson, and had received Meng Yisong's careful guidance, so his calligraphy skills were definitely not bad.
"What's the use of empty words? If you're so capable, let's see what you're made of in calligraphy. I'll show you what you're really made of!" Meng Hao glared at Liu Xiaoyuan angrily. He was absolutely confident that he could beat Liu Xiaoyuan in calligraphy.
Meng Hao has put a lot of effort into calligraphy over the years. Even his grandfather said that among the younger generation, his calligraphy skills are second to none.
"Fine, since you're so eager to be defeated by me, I'll grant your wish!" Liu Xiaoyuan said arrogantly, which made Meng Hao very unhappy.
Meng Hao was the first to walk to a long desk and spread out the Xuan paper. Meng Yisong even personally ground ink for his grandson in order to help him win the competition, which was quite a feat.
Those guys who were trying to curry favor with Meng Yisong could even find something to say about the way Meng Yisong ground ink. Liu Xiaoyuan was truly impressed by them.
Meng Hao selected a calligraphy brush, dipped it in ink, and wrote ten large characters on the Xuan paper: "You ignorant brat, you don't know the immensity of heaven and earth!"
Meng Hao was clearly insulting Liu Xiaoyuan, calling him a mere child and implying that Liu was arrogant and ignorant to compete with him in calligraphy.
After finishing writing, Meng Hao placed the brush on the brush holder. He was very satisfied with the ten characters he had written. These ten characters were written in one go, and Meng Hao considered them to be among the best pieces of calligraphy he had ever written.
When Meng Yisong saw the ten characters on the Xuan paper, a smile appeared on his face. His grandson's ten characters were vigorous and powerful. Although they were not yet at the level of a master, they were quite similar to the original. Given time, his grandson would definitely occupy a place in the field of calligraphy.
People immediately gathered around to watch, and everyone praised Meng Hao's calligraphy, saying that it already showed signs of mastery.
Faced with everyone's praise, both Meng Yisong and Meng Hao smiled.
"You're all too kind. A jade must be carved to become a gem. My grandson Meng Hao still has a lot of work to do in the future!" Meng Yisong's old face beamed with joy.
When Zhao Qianhai saw Meng Hao's calligraphy, he couldn't help but think that Meng Hao's calligraphy was indeed quite good. However, Zhao Qianhai had seen Liu Xiaoyuan's calligraphy before and knew that Liu Xiaoyuan's level was still better than Meng Hao's, so he wasn't worried at all.
Meng Hao turned his gaze to Liu Xiaoyuan with a provocative look.
"Now it's your turn!" Meng Hao said to Liu Xiaoyuan. He couldn't wait to use his calligraphy to slap Liu Xiaoyuan in the face, to slap him hard and make him feel ashamed.
Liu Xiaoyuan walked up to Meng Hao's calligraphy and admired it for a moment. He couldn't help but shake his head and say, "This level is only the same as the old man writing couplets on the street. He dares to embarrass himself in front of me."
These words immediately caused those who had just praised Meng Hao's writing to look at Liu Xiaoyuan with righteous indignation, as if questioning whether Liu Xiaoyuan was doubting their judgment.
Meng Yisong smiled, but it looked more like a sneer.
“Mr. Liu, as the saying goes, if you blow your own horn too big, you’ll end up tearing it!” Meng Yisong said.
Meng Yisong's words were clearly a message to Liu Xiaoyuan: "Don't brag in front of me, or you'll regret it later."
Upon hearing this, Liu Xiaoyuan smiled faintly and said, "President Meng, I don't understand what you mean. Bragging? To tell you the truth, I've never been one to brag; I just like to speak the truth!"
Pshaw! If you don't brag, who'll believe you? You almost blew your own horn off!
(End of this chapter)
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