Chapter 450 Fu Zhi is really Bai Yu 2
Everyone has their own handwriting font and style. Generally speaking, unless one is a professional imitator, it is difficult to achieve the same level as Fu Zhi, who usually writes in one font and signs in another font.
There is no difference between him and Bai Yu himself.
The scene was very quiet.
Mu Chenxi and Xu Tongtong were stunned. Could it be that Fu Zhi had guessed that they would do this and specially went to learn this font?
Yes, that must be it!
The more Mu Chenxi thought about it, the more she didn't believe it. Fu Zhi was the same age as them, but was so much better than them?
She looked down on Fu Zhi in her heart. She felt that everything Fu Zhi did was fake and believed that Fu Zhi would be the one to be slapped in the face in the end.
However, Ouyang Ya's heart sank to the bottom.
Mu Chenxi was too unreliable, and she shouldn't have been plotting with Mu Chenxi here.
Mu Chenxi only said that Fu Zhi scored zero in the Chinese monthly exam and her English was even worse, but what was the reality? When she gave speeches abroad, she spoke English more fluently than anyone else. And that day in the museum, her understanding of cultural relics was better than many people.
This is enough to prove that Fu Zhi himself has cultural connotations.
Let’s look at the two books "Red Sun" and "Phantom Light", one is about war and the other is about science fiction. There are few older generation writers in China who are exposed to science fiction themes, and only new writers will dare to try it.
Ouyang Ya had never thought that this new person would be Fu Zhi.
But she had to think about it now.
Song Fang, who was in the last row, saw that no one was talking, so he was the first to put down his support sign and rushed to the stage, "This great writer has signed autographs, why don't you, the Mu family, take the books down!"
Mu Changqing was stunned and said nothing.
Mu Chenxi, on the other hand, took the book, flipped through it again and again, and after confirming it again and again, he said, "Fu Zhi, did you also specially learn Teacher Bai Yu's signature? This is not good, this..."
"You believed that I was Bai Yu," Fu Zhi glanced at Mu Chenxi, "Why don't you believe it now? Are you schizophrenic?"
Mu Chenxi didn’t believe it in the first place, okay?
Anyone who believes this stuff has a problem with their brain.
But today, I don’t know if it was a coincidence, but the suona that Mu Chenxi asked the servant to get was not bought. After all, there was no one in the family to handle funeral affairs, and no one wanted to buy things at the coffin shop or funeral home.
So, this suona is actually borrowed.
There was no IOU. The guy from the coffin shop came along. He had a great time following the tune sung by Fu Zhi. Just as he woke up from his dream world, he heard the word "schizophrenia".
Good job!
The clerk took out a business card and handed it over. "Schizophrenia doesn't need to be treated. It's a disease that can't be cured. You might as well contact our boss with that money. The coffins in our store are all very good. As long as the money is in place, we can even put some emeralds on them for you. By the way, I also recommend that you try your best to pick a good time to get sick, such as during the Qingming Festival every year. The store also offers a 20% discount!"
Mu Chenxi: “…”
Fuck me?
Song Fang had to give a thumbs up to the smart guy.
Then the young man was carried out by the relevant staff. The business of the store has not been good recently, and he tried his best to mutter to the big boss at the banquet to take his business card and call him if there was anything.
Everyone: “…”
The banquet hall finally quieted down.
Mu Changqing didn't care about these lives and deaths at all. He was a businessman and knew how important it was to cooperate with Bai Yu.
The signed version of "Red Sun" in Mu Chenxi's hand now has no difference from Bai Yu's own handwriting.
Your most hostile enemy may suddenly become your breadwinner. One second you may be dreaming of this person kneeling down and calling you dad, and the next second you become his grandson. Who can resist this?
Mu Changqing couldn't describe his current mood. Of course, perhaps he still retained a glimmer of hope that Fu Zhi and Bai Yu had nothing to do with each other.
But in the current situation, it was indeed inconsistent for him to say that he didn't believe it, as if he was contradicting himself and showing schizophrenia.
So Mu Changqing suppressed his irritability, glared at his grumpy daughter, and then gave Fu Zhishang a fake smile: "Miss Fu is indeed a rare talent, a heroine. At such a young age, she can write about the vicissitudes of life and has achievements that others can never achieve in their lifetime. She is really outstanding!"
"What kind of excellence is this?" Fu Zhi paused and said, "A writer can donate whatever money he earns, but he is still not as good as the Mu family, who are so wealthy and yet still remember to donate to children in poor mountainous areas."
Businessmen like to brag about their business to each other on important occasions. Who doesn’t like to hear good words?
Mu Changqing's plan to kill Fu Zhi some time ago was conveyed to Fu Zhi through Director Liu.
He thought Fu Zhi was scared and used the banquet as a place to make peace, so he stroked his chin and said, "Of course, the Mu family's philosophy is to give back to society, and donations are a small matter. Who wouldn't donate to students in poor mountainous areas? Miss Fu's family business is small, so it's normal for her to donate less."
"Indeed, I'm quite poor. I just donated 80 million last month. It's up to your Mu family to donate love. Miss Mu just said that you need to donate more this time. I wonder how much you have prepared. Can you tell us so that everyone can see it?"
Mu Changqing: “???”
Eight what?
What tens of millions?
Mu Changqing's expression froze.
I wonder if there is something wrong with Fu Zhi’s brain?
Doing charity is just a formalism. He thinks 800,000 is too much, let alone 80 million?
"Ms. Fu, please don't joke like that..."
Fu Zhi took out the donation document from his phone and said, "If I donate it to other organizations, I'm afraid it will be embezzled. So I gave all the 80 million to Fu's charity. I think 80 million is not a lot. President Mu is still humorous. He actually treated my words as a joke."
"Everyone knows that people of our status will definitely donate more. Otherwise, what is the point of donation? Is it showing love or just going through the motions to give yourself a golden edge? If you really care about the little money at home, why do you keep talking about donations every day to make people think you are kind and generous?"
Mu Changqing: "..."
Mu Changqing choked. He didn't know when the topic at the scene had turned from Bai Yu to donations.
Why are you asking for donation when there is nothing wrong?
Oh, wasn’t it because Mu Chenxi wanted to mess with Fu Zhi and said that the Mu family was going to donate money...
Mu Changqing was so angry that he wanted to hit his own daughter.
The live broadcast was on, and all the well-known bigwigs in the industry were there. Mu Changqing couldn't let Fu Zhi outdo him. He was placed on the moral high ground, "Indeed, our Mu family's donation will definitely be over 100 million..." Anyway, no one else knew whether we would donate in the end, so we might as well brag. Everyone can do that.
"I agree with Mr. Mu's values," Fu Zhi nodded. "But there are too many nitpickers online recently. Since the amount you donated is too large, they might accuse you of cheating. So, I have arranged for CCTV reporters to follow you and record the entire donation process."
(End of this chapter)
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