Chapter 121 Art Association: Master Ying's mother, is that it? [3 Updates]
The Weibo post was naturally accompanied by a picture.
It was the Ten Directions Realm that Ying Zijing had brought to the conference room earlier.
The reason why the Ten Directions Realm is a masterpiece in the world of sculpture is that it is difficult to forge.
Leaving aside the possibility that icy jadeite rough stones could be counterfeited, even if they were, there are very few people who could carve eighty-eight Buddhas in different forms from a piece of jadeite at waist height.
As a result, there are no replicas of Shifangjie in the carving market.
This is why the CEO of DK Group lost his composure when he met Shifangjie.
Because no one could have imagined that someone could actually carve out a new Ten Directions Realm in just four days, or even one that was more exquisite.
Let alone outsiders, if it weren't for Grandpa Zhong giving the middle-aged shareholder this Weibo post, he really wouldn't have known that the Ten Directions Realm hadn't returned yet, but was a newly carved one.
"Uncle Zhong, no way?" The middle-aged shareholder returned in disbelief after posting on Weibo. "Isn't that our Ten Directions Realm?"
“Of course not.” Grandpa Zhong said proudly, waving his hand. “I’ve already told you, this was carved by my granddaughter.”
Oh, I heard that the young man from the Fu family also helped.
Regardless, he can neither see nor hear.
He'll only look at this kid properly when he returns the snacks that Grandpa Fu stole from him.
The middle-aged shareholder wiped his brow and asked in a trembling voice, "You're not joking, are you?"
“What’s so funny about this?” Grandpa Zhong said unhappily. “I’m not even exaggerating. I’m not afraid to tell you, my granddaughter knows people at IBI.”
Well, he doesn't know either.
But that doesn't stop him from praising it first.
Who would be stingy with praising their own child?
The middle-aged shareholder actually thought that Mr. Zhong was joking.
The IBI is an international organization; even the wealthy scions of Beijing can't get in touch with it. How could they, from Shanghai, possibly?
But when the words were on the tip of my tongue, I hesitated.
It's true that the IBI has been fighting international crime, but why did they personally register a Weibo account and post a single message?
Countless things happen internationally every day, and the IBI is responsible for monitoring and managing most of them, making manpower extremely tight.
Even if the loss of the Ten Directions Realm is a transnational theft, it is still a very serious case.
But bigger things have happened before. After all, this theft case didn't involve any deaths, so why did the IBI post about it on Weibo?
Middle-aged shareholders don't believe IBI is keeping up with the times.
Perhaps... it really does have something to do with that young girl?
After Mr. Zhong kept boasting, the middle-aged shareholders at least started to believe him to some extent.
However, netizens who had not experienced this theft were not convinced after seeing this Weibo post.
[Is this for real? Her? Oh, I remember she won an award for her calligraphy at the school's art festival? Sculpting??? Sorry, I'll laugh first.]
[I'm speechless. Can't the Zhong Group come up with something decent for ordinary people? I know you want to protect your own people, but this isn't how you gild your own backside.]
[Excuse my bluntness, but carving is completely different from calligraphy and traditional Chinese painting. Fine, even if your young lady really knows how to carve, can she finish it in four days?]
[Do you have any evidence? Just one picture; who knows if it's from your old stock?]
[Let me just whisper something: Putting everything else aside, this Miss Biao is really bold. And didn't other people within the Zhong Group also say that she successfully got the DK Group to add another bet?]
[Yes, that alone makes me love it. Those who just type on their keyboards and hide behind their phones to mock others, what were you doing at seventeen? Did you still need your mom to change your clothes?]
[If you're not capable, don't be jealous of other girls. If you were signing a contract with a big company, you'd probably be so scared you'd wet yourself before you even got there, right?]
We'll check for any malicious online attacks or abuse directed at your sister, and then you'll receive a lawyer's letter. You're welcome.
The netizens who had been mocking them all shut up.
The middle-aged shareholder frowned as he looked at the comments: "Uncle Zhong, do we have any evidence that Miss Biao carved the Ten Directions Realm?"
"What kind of evidence do you want?" Old Master Zhong was very unhappy. "This was carved by my granddaughter. Do you think she can conjure up a second Ten Directions Realm out of thin air?"
The middle-aged shareholder sighed: "But Uncle Zhong, the problem is that people online don't believe it."
"Don't believe me?" Old Master Zhong also took out his phone, full of fighting spirit. "I'll go and confront them."
He hadn't even opened Weibo when a phone call came in.
"Grandpa."
"Hey." Grandpa Zhong coughed a few times. "Zijin, did you go back to your father's house?"
"Stop posting on Weibo." Ying Zijing pressed her head and said tactfully, "Please let me take care of myself in my old age."
Grandpa Zhong: "..."
No, who will take care of us in our old age?
He's over seventy years old, but he hasn't thought about retiring or enjoying his retirement. Instead, he gets more energetic the more he works.
So his granddaughter is going to have to support him in his old age?!
“Grandpa, I know you meant well.” Ying Zijin lowered her eyes and smiled. “I’ve been watching everything.”
Grandpa Zhong suddenly felt a little uneasy.
He didn't actually do anything; he just had the company post a Weibo message.
Sometimes, when people have been in darkness for too long, they cling tightly to even the smallest bit of warmth.
Grandpa Zhong frowned: "But online—"
"It's nothing," Ying Zijing said calmly. "I'm not looking anyway."
Just don't go near her and interfere with her retirement.
After hanging up the phone, Grandpa Zhong thought for a moment, then turned to the middle-aged shareholder and asked, "What do you think of my granddaughter?"
“Very well.” The middle-aged shareholder became serious. “Put aside your own biases, Miss Biao is very suitable to be a manager.”
She said that if they signed the betting agreement, the Zhong Group would win.
It can also bring huge profits to the Zhong Group. I've never seen anyone do business so well.
Grandpa Zhong nodded, his decision becoming clearer.
**
Maserati interior.
Ying Zijing stared blankly at Berg, who was frantically sending her WeChat messages. It took a great deal of patience for her not to block him.
Master Ying, is that you?
[I knew it had to be you! Master Ying, even if you don't want to take me as your apprentice, I will still call you teacher! You are so incredibly talented, is there any art you can't do?]
[Master Ying, when can we meet again? I'm still staying in Shanghai because of you, sob sob sob, please, teach me how you draw someone so much like Kino von.]
Ying Zijing clicked the three dots in the upper right corner of the chat box to enable Do Not Disturb mode.
very good.
The world suddenly became quiet.
Fu Yunshen turned his head: "That oil painting master who wants you to go to the Royal Academy of Arts in O Continent?"
"Yes." Ying Zijing paused for a moment. "Do you think all oil painters are chatterboxes?"
Chino von is, or Berg Bryan is.
Could it be that there is some tradition in the world of oil painting in Europe?
Ying Zijin seemed to be deep in thought.
"Hmm." Fu Yunshen leaned back in the driver's seat, looking languid. "I said no."
Ying Zijin turned her gaze, raising an eyebrow.
Fu Yunshen raised his peach blossom eyes, his low, husky voice laced with laughter: "If our little one says just a few more words, it could kill her."
Therefore, the oil painting master in front of him was quite extraordinary.
"..."
"So your brother is quite happy." Fu Yunshen raised his hand and casually ruffled the girl's hair. "It's rare that Yaoyao can still have so much to say in front of me."
What depressed people fear most is completely isolating themselves and no longer interacting with the outside world.
This will make the condition more serious.
Fortunately, that won't happen anymore.
Ying Zijing glanced at him, about to say something, when her phone rang.
It was Shengqingtang who called.
"Little miracle doctor!" he exclaimed excitedly. "I knew you had many extraordinary abilities! I never imagined you could even carve."
He had studied sculpture and understood the extraordinary nature of the Ten Directions Realm better than a layman.
The Ten Directions Realm is not merely a masterpiece of sculpture; it also contains Buddhist teachings.
If one hadn't read Buddhist scriptures, it would be absolutely impossible to carve out the ten directions.
Is that little miracle doctor even human?!
“Little miracle doctor, are you free lately? Let’s meet.” Sheng Qingtang said again, “I’ve already prepared your qualification certificate from the Chinese Calligraphy Artists Association. Just come over and sign it. You don’t have to do anything.”
"Not here, no appointments." The girl spoke the most cold words in the most polite tone, "This person is dead, burn paper money if you need anything."
Sheng Qingtang on the other end of the phone: "..."
**
Zhong Manhua naturally saw the Weibo post from the Zhong Group.
However, by the time she saw it, they had already arrived at the Zhong family's house.
She doesn't use Weibo much; it was Zhong Zhiwan who told her about it.
Upon hearing this, Zhong Manhua burst into laughter in anger.
Is it true that the Ten Directions Realm was carved by Ying Zijin?
Jiang Moyuan helped them bring back their real daughter from the impoverished county, but they still don't know how much she's worth.
Zhong Zhiwan is very good at reading people's expressions, and she has been feeling depressed these past few days.
She glanced at Zhong Manhua's expression and smiled, "Auntie, my cousin is indeed quite liked by Grandpa. I'm even a little jealous of her."
Zhong Manhua did not respond.
Grandpa Zhong liked Ying Zijing, which actually made her feel a little better.
Even if Ying Zijing is no good at anything, at least she has won the favor of the older generation.
But she still had to say the polite words, and Zhong Manhua smiled and said, "Wanwan, your grandfather still likes you the most."
Zhong Zhiwan's smile froze, and her fingers clenched her clothes tightly.
"Hello?" The phone rang, and Zhong Manhua answered it, then paused, "What? You're the China Calligraphy Artists Association?"
Do you think if I update an extra chapter tonight, I'll get more monthly votes?
P.S.: The list of winners for the event is out! Please send your link to the group admin before October 5th. If you're unsure whether you've won, check the pinned comment and the group announcement.
(End of this chapter)
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
