The two old folks bickered for over ten minutes before finally stopping, all because Yang Huajin pushed the door open and came in. "What are you two doing? I can hear you arguing from over ten meters away."
Upon hearing this, Chen Fushu and Zhu Laosan immediately shut up. Yang Huajin was the eldest brother of Yuewen Entertainment Media, and his words naturally carried an air of authority. These words immediately silenced the two men. Zhu Laosan chuckled and said, "Old Yang, it's nothing. Old Chen and I were just joking. Besides, there's President Fang, such a great figure, sitting right next to us. We wouldn't be arguing; it's just a joke."
Yang Huajin's expression softened slightly after hearing this. "You two can't stand not arguing. You're both grandfathers, yet you act like little kids. You've even brought your argument to Xiao Yang's office. How about I give you both a megaphone and we'll see who can shout the loudest?"
Fang Yang covered his mouth, wanting to laugh. He hadn't expected these two to have this kind of hobby. They must have argued more than once or twice. They'd probably even gotten on Yang Huajin's good side.
Chen Fushu snorted, "I came to see Xiaoyang about something, but I didn't mean to argue with him. Look at his rascal-like appearance, he's practically a gentleman."
Fang Yang chuckled and said, "Uncle Chen, what do you need me for? Please just tell me."
Chen Fushu said solemnly, "Isn't it almost Chinese New Year? Around this time last year, we held a million-dollar essay contest, and it was quite successful. So I wanted to ask you if we should do it again this year. Everyone in the writers' group is asking about it right now. Some of them were planning to start a new book, but they're waiting for the details of the contest to come out before they start their new books."
"Since it's effective, let's do it. Maybe we can even produce a few scripts. The script I saw last time was pretty good. Spending a million can not only attract a large number of writers to come and stay, but also provide excellent scripts. We'll definitely make a fortune. This bonus is nothing."
Chen Fushu nodded in agreement, then complained, "When are you going to upload the calligraphy and paintings I told you about last time? You should be free by now, right? Get the important stuff done as soon as possible. Those old professors have been quiet for too long, which is not a good thing. Maybe one day the calligraphy and painting section will lose its meaning."
Chen Fushu's mention of it reminded Fang Yang of the matter. He had been too busy lately and had completely forgotten about it. Hearing Chen Fushu bring it up again, Fang Yang said awkwardly, "I'll arrange it in the next couple of days. I've been so busy lately that I completely forgot about it."
Yang Huajin glanced at Fang Yang and said, "I'll still assign you a secretary after the New Year. When things get busy, you won't remember many things."
Fang Yang also felt that there were more and more things to do now, and it was easy to forget things if no one reminded him. Moreover, Yang Huajin had to remind him repeatedly at the last minute, which not only increased Yang Huajin's workload, but also made it easy for something bad to happen if no one reminded him at all times.
"Alright then, we'll hire one after the New Year. Someone who's quick and agile will do, or we can hire an assistant."
The requirements for Fang Yang as a secretary are not high. She can be competent as an assistant to an artist. It's not a big company. The requirements for a secretary are enough to be a vice president.
Yang Huajin thought for a moment, "Right now, it would be better to hire an assistant for you. The key is that the company already has one, so we don't need to recruit from outside. He can be here tomorrow."
Fang Yang nodded in agreement, "Then you can choose one. I don't have high requirements, just something clever will do."
After finishing discussing the assistant's matter, the four of them had nothing else to do, so they sat down to drink tea and chat. Each department was developing rapidly, and the department heads were each responsible for their own duties. There weren't many things that required Fang Yang and Yang Huajin's involvement, especially at the end of the year when each department was compiling its annual results. Yang Huajin was also unusually free at that time.
"Xiao Yang, since you have some free time now, why don't you write a piece of calligraphy? It won't take more than a few hours anyway. If you could also paint a picture, that would be perfect."
Taking advantage of the opportunity, Chen Fushu once again suggested to Fang Yang that this was a rare chance, as who knew what Fang Yang would be doing tomorrow? Besides, it wouldn't be shameful to ask Fang Yang for calligraphy again for the sake of the website.
Zhu Laosan had never seen Fang Yang write calligraphy before, and he was very curious. "Mr. Fang, how about you write a piece of cursive script for me? After the house by West Lake is renovated, I'll hang it in the living room and pretend to be a cultured person?"
Chen Fushu rolled his eyes at Zhu Laosan, "I'm just afraid that when someone asks you what these words mean, you won't be able to answer, and that would be embarrassing."
Zhu Laosan retorted, "What does it matter? Didn't you hear I wanted cursive script? As long as others can't recognize it, what's shameful if I can't?"
Fang Yang spat out a mouthful of tea. What a powerful reason! As long as I'm not embarrassed, it's others who are embarrassed. But Fang Yang still doesn't understand why Zhu Laosan, who also graduated from the Central Conservatory of Music, was considered uncultured by Chen Fushu.
"It's terrible to be uncultured. You should go back to tinkering with your junk and scrap metal. These sophisticated things are not something you can handle."
Chen Fushu scoffed at Zhu Laosan's words. He really didn't know where Zhu Laosan got the courage to say such things. So many people across the country wanted to collect Fang Yang's calligraphy, and yet this guy who plays musical instruments was trying to be rich and cultured. It was simply a slander against the calligraphy.
Seeing that the two had started bickering again, Fang Yang didn't want to stop them. So he stood up and went to the desk to grind ink. When it comes to cursive script, Zhang Xu, the Sage of Cursive Script, is the most respected. However, Zhang Xu's works are mostly long essays, often hundreds of words long. Asking Fang Yang to write that many words would be exhausting. The key point is that Zhang Xu wrote from his own feelings, while Fang Yang imitated him. There is a natural difference between the two.
While grinding ink, I thought about what characters to write. If we're talking about simplicity, then four characters in cursive script are the best for beginners. They can be displayed in the living room or study without taking up much space. If you write too many, you can only collect them and appreciate them slowly. So, the four characters "观海听涛" (Guan Hai Ting Tao) are the best.
As for the argument between Chen Fushu and Zhu Laosan, Fang Yang had already ignored it. He had never realized that the two had this hobby. It might be a chemical reaction that occurred after they met. Since wolves and jackals are called "wolves and jackals colluding," it is not surprising that Zhu and Chen would fight the Battle of Zhucheng together.
Yang Huajin obviously didn't want to get involved in the argument between the two. After Fang Yang got up to grind ink, he quietly followed behind to see what Fang Yang was going to write. As the former editor-in-chief of Yuewen Reading Website, Yang Huajin was not very good at writing, but he was still good at appreciating art. He had some literary hobbies in private, such as appreciating calligraphy and paintings, which is a common trait among literati.
Seeing that the ink concentration was about right, Fang Yang chose a long-bristled sheep hair brush. This type of brush has great elasticity, can hold a lot of ink, and produces lines with strong flexibility, making it the best choice for writing cursive script.
Yang Huajin watched Fang Yang choose a pen silently, without asking why. He figured he wouldn't understand anyway, so it was better not to ask.
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