Chapter 258 The Money-Making Prodigy, Mu Chenzhou's Downfall [1st Update]
[He's so-so, not even as good as Yan Bao. Does he not know that Yan Bao has already had several solo calligraphy exhibitions?]
[To be honest, she's pretty, but she's too arrogant. Yan Bao, slap her in the face!]
Although Xiu Yan has entered the entertainment industry, she is the eldest daughter of the Xiu family, and naturally she is proficient in all the arts, including music, chess, calligraphy, and painting.
However, the fact that Xiu Yan was able to hold a calligraphy exhibition shows that his calligraphy skills are indeed impressive.
Especially recently, one of her large calligraphy works was personally sent by the vice president of the Chinese Calligraphy Artists Association to participate in an international calligraphy and painting exhibition.
Fans also know what the Chinese Calligraphy Artists Association represents.
All of China's top calligraphy masters are in this association.
These calligraphy masters don't accept apprentices so easily.
While the Xiu family's influence certainly played a part, Xiu Yan himself was already quite formidable.
After watching a scene where someone jumps off a building and loses their memory, Ying Zijing finally turned her attention to Xiu Yan: "I can write a piece of calligraphy for you; it's quite expensive."
Xiu Yan's smile vanished: "What do you mean, Ying?"
Their conversation was clearly recorded in the live stream.
The comments section was filled with question marks.
[Did she know Yan Bao was the eldest daughter of the Xiu family and deliberately blackmail her?]
What do you mean your calligraphy is expensive? Do you know that Yan Bao's calligraphy can sell for 200,000 yuan a piece? How much more expensive can yours be?
[Yan Bao, you have to promise her that even if she loses, she still has to buy your calligraphy!]
Xiu Yan glanced at the comments in the live stream, thought for a moment, and smiled: "Alright, whoever wins will have to buy the other's calligraphy."
Upon hearing this, Ying Zijing yawned, her expression languid: "Then let's go."
Xiu Yan made a phone call and asked someone to bring over all her writing materials.
“Ying, this is a website created by the Chinese Calligraphy Artists Association.” Xiu Yan opened a website address. “After we upload our calligraphy, the website will evaluate it with scores.”
"Generally speaking, a character that scores 90 points can be sold for 500,000 yuan."
As she spoke, Xiu Yan picked up the calligraphy brush again: "Which one does Ying need? A wolf hair brush or a sheep hair brush?"
Ying Zijing glanced at them, casually picked one up, and said, "It doesn't matter."
Xiu Yan paused, holding the calligraphy brush, then smiled and said, "It seems that Ying is quite skilled."
[What's so impressive about that? Even a beginner in calligraphy knows that different types of brushes are used for different types of calligraphy and painting, so what?]
[They probably haven't studied calligraphy at all. They were originally an art student who came to participate in ISC, but now it seems they're not good at art either?]
Xiu Yan laid out the Xuan paper, dipped it in the prepared ink, and began to write.
She writes in semi-cursive script, and her calligraphy exudes a sense of elegance and grandeur.
While writing, Xiu Yan glanced at the girl and saw that she stopped writing after writing one word, so he couldn't help but shake his head slightly.
Five minutes later, the face-shaping technique finally stopped.
She blew on the Xuan paper and then took out her phone to take a picture.
Ying Zijing wrote only one character, and after she finished, her attention returned to the television.
Teng Yunmeng deftly pulled out her phone: "Zijin, let me take a picture for you."
“Now, I will upload our words to this website.” Xiu Yan turned on screen sharing to ensure that everyone in the live stream could see them.
[Yan Bao, quickly send the scores so she can see who's better.]
"I'll send it right away," Xiu Yan said with a smile, reassuring her fans. "Don't worry, everyone."
"Zijin," Teng Yunmeng said in a low voice, "it's okay if you lose. After all, Xiu Yan is practically a member of the Chinese Calligraphy Artists Association, and he's really amazing."
Ying Zijing slowly stretched and said, "I'll treat you to dinner if I win the money."
Teng Yunmeng: "???"
Because the two people's writings were uploaded together, the scores were also released together.
The beauty filter specifically showed Ying Zijin's score first.
She moved the mouse and clicked on the score column.
A bright red "100" popped up, and the website even played upbeat music.
[...]
The fans in the live stream immediately fell silent.
This "100" was clearly meant to be slapped in the face.
"Ying's calligraphy is indeed impressive." Xiu Yan smiled, her expression unchanged. "I'm not an art student, so I can't compare."
She then opened her score.
The result was an "8".
The jubilant music immediately disappeared, replaced by a series of mournful erhu sounds.
Teng Yunmeng burst out laughing.
Ying Zijin pressed her head.
Shengqingtang is known as the "Old Rascal," and there's a good reason for that.
Websites can be made like this.
Xiu Yan's fingers trembled; it was simply unbelievable.
If she hadn't been live-streaming, she would have pounced on her.
The number "8" was like a knife, piercing her eyes with its bright light.
She got 80 points last time, and she practiced for a long time. Even her teacher rarely praised her. How could she possibly get an 8?
Xiu Yan tucked her hair behind her ears, barely managing to compose herself, and smiled nonchalantly: "The system malfunctioned, I'll re-upload it."
As she spoke, she passed her handwriting up.
A dozen seconds later, the score came out: 85.
Xiu Yan breathed a sigh of relief and smiled, "This is the correct score. I'll pass on Ying's handwriting again."
She clicked upload.
The score came out quickly, and it was still 100.
Xiu Yan pinched her palm with her nails.
Comparing 85 to 100 is never as bad as comparing 8 to 100.
But before Xiu Yan could fully relax, her score changed the next second.
It went from 85 to 8.
Once again, the mournful sound of the erhu filled the air.
The chat room fell completely silent; the fans couldn't utter a single word.
It's obvious that the website system isn't malfunctioning; the beauty score is simply an "8".
Finally, it was passersby and some of the haters of the face-shaping technique who broke the silence.
I've used this website before. Its rating system is based on a percentage; if someone's handwriting is good, everyone else's score will drop accordingly.
[Holy crap, hahaha, so this is because the goddess-like girl's calligraphy is so good that it directly reduced the face-shaping score to single digits? I can't take it anymore, I'm dying of laughter.]
Got it, got it. They got 100 points because that's all they could get.
[Indeed, she's so-so, but still better than you. If she had written something seriously, your face-shaping skills wouldn't even be comparable, okay?]
[A big star tried to bully an ordinary person, but it turns out the person is a professional. He's really messed up.]
[Where do these fans get the nerve to slap someone in the face? They've lost all face themselves now, haven't they?]
Even though the moderators kept deleting comments and banning people, they still couldn't control the situation.
This live stream intended for fans turned into a scene of widespread ridicule.
The fans were even more ashamed, having forgotten that they were supposed to speak up for Xiu Yan.
Xiu Yan slammed the laptop shut, and her tense expression finally crumbled.
"I won't charge you much, just one million." Ying Zijing leaned back on the sofa, looking very lazy. "I've sent you the payment code, remember to transfer the money."
Xiu Yan left with a livid face.
Her hands were trembling when she left.
Teng Yunmeng then came to her senses in a daze.
They're the group's good-looking and intelligent members, and they also seem to be quite the money-making expert.
**
Back in her bedroom, Xiu Yan was so angry that she smashed the inkstone.
Her chest heaved as she picked up her phone and dialed a number: "Hello, yes, it's me. We're going out tomorrow. I'll bring her along, and you can decide whether to make a move."
I don't know what they said over there.
Xiu Yan chuckled: "No background, and she's from Shanghai. Who among us can't make her disappear from the capital without anyone noticing? Feng Hua, if you don't want her, I'll contact someone else. I'm sure your brothers will be interested too."
"No, no, no, Miss Xiu." Hearing this, Feng Hua became anxious. "I want it, I want it. Such good stuff, it's kind of Miss Xiu to consider me first."
"Let me make this clear beforehand, I'm only responsible for leading the people," Xiu Yan said calmly. "I won't get involved in anything else."
"Alright, just bring the person over," Feng Hua said. "I've done this kind of thing many times before, it won't implicate you, Miss Xiu. Besides, how could I dare?"
Although the Feng family is a well-known family in the capital, it is no match for the Xiu family.
Even if Xiu Yan sent someone to him, or even if he asked for his help, Feng Hua would still have to do it.
He took a sip of his drink, opened the picture Xiu Yan had sent him, and proudly showed it off to the young master next to him: "Look, isn't this girl absolutely stunning?"
"Hey, Young Master Feng, where did you come from?" a young man next to him asked in surprise. "Which celebrity?"
"No, no, she's just an ordinary person." Feng Hua waved his hand. "Miss Xiu said she'd give this girl to me. When I'm tired of her, I'll give her to you."
"That's great." The young master laughed. "I'd really like to give it a try, but I guess Young Master Mu wouldn't participate in something like this, right?"
He turned to look at Mu Chenzhou on the other side and teased, "Our young master Mu is about to inherit the Mu family."
Mu Chenzhou stared intently at the photo, saying nothing.
Feng Hua noticed the change in Mu Chenzhou's expression and, now sober, asked, "Young Master Mu, do you know him? One of your men?"
If it were someone Mu Chenzhou knew, he wouldn't dare touch them.
He couldn't afford to offend either the Xiu family or the Mu family.
He was lustful, but he valued his life even more.
Mu Chenzhou took a slow breath and turned his head slightly: "I don't know you, feel free to play around."
(End of this chapter)
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