Chapter 90 The Disguise Was Exposed [3 Updates]
Lin Xi was taken aback.
He didn't know why Sheng Qingtang would ask that, but he still answered: "Yes, Chairman Sheng, I just delivered this calligraphy to Master Wei Hou on Saturday. He said it was his practice piece."
"Practicing calligraphy?" Sheng Qingtang hesitated, remembering that this wasn't his own son, and didn't slap him.
He laughed angrily: "With Wei Hou's lousy handwriting, he dares to say this is his practice? Does he deserve it?!"
Upon hearing this, the expressions of the other masters in the art world around them changed.
Although Shengqingtang focuses on calligraphy, it has also made achievements in traditional Chinese painting and sculpture, and holds a very high position in the art world, almost at a unique level.
He had a very strange temper and had no apprentices.
But this did not prevent other great artists from respecting him.
Since Sheng Qingtang said that, he must have figured something out.
Lin Xi was stunned.
"Now, immediately, bring that idiot Wei Hou over here!" Sheng Qingtang roared at the president of the Shanghai Art Association. "I want to see him within ten minutes."
"President Sheng, please calm down, please calm down." The president of the Shanghai Art Association hurriedly apologized, "I'll go right away. You were just discharged from the hospital not long ago, you can't get angry."
"Mind your own business..." Sheng Qingtang lost his temper again. Just as he was about to explode, he saw the girl to his right glance at him.
It's light and faint.
Shengqingtang immediately fell silent.
Oh no.
He forgot that Doctor Ying was here.
If he accidentally hits his head again next time, there will be no one to treat him.
"Ahem." Sheng Qingtang felt a little guilty. He waved his hand and put on a stern face. "Hurry up."
Yes, yes, yes.
The president of the Shanghai Art Association left in a hurry.
The live chat exploded again.
[Holy crap, who is this old man? Why does even the president of the Shanghai Arts Association treat him with such respect?]
[Furthermore, they said Wei Hou was unworthy to write this calligraphy, and although I don't know why, it was strangely convincing.]
【Ahhhh, this is Shengqing Hall!!!】
[Completely bewildered, who is Sheng Qingtang?]
[For those unfamiliar, Sheng Qingtang, the former president of the China Calligraphy Art Association, is proficient in various calligraphic styles including clerical script, regular script, cursive script, large seal script, and small seal script. Each piece of his calligraphy starts at tens of millions of yuan. He is also skilled in traditional Chinese painting, printmaking, and sculpture. He was once invited to participate in a sculpture competition in O continent, where he defeated other countries and won the championship.]
Three years ago, Sheng Qingtang stepped down as president of the China Calligraphy Art Association and went into seclusion. Even his colleagues couldn't find him. I never expected to see him here today.
[If even other countries in Continent O can suppress it, just how powerful must this sculpture be?]
[Holy crap, Qingzhi even managed to get Shengqingtang involved! The principal is amazing! Skipping work to watch the live stream today was totally worth it.]
The comments section was filled with praise for the principal.
headmaster:"……"
He is not, he doesn't have.
He didn't have such a big attitude at all; he was also confused.
**
The audience.
Zhong Zhiwan's fingernails dug into her palms, and her eyes were red with anger.
How did Shengqingtang know that the calligraphy wasn't by Wei Hou?
Why would Shengqingtang condescend to come here?
Could it be that this calligraphy was written by Sheng Qingtang?
Zhong Zhiwan frowned.
Won't.
Sheng Qingtang's personal style is too obvious; his regular script is not in this style.
As long as Wei Hou doesn't admit it, Shengqingtang has no evidence.
Even if something happens, it won't involve her, since it was Wei Hou who wanted to be greedy.
Zhong Zhiwan composed herself and breathed a slight sigh of relief.
**
Less than ten minutes later, the president of the Shanghai Art Association returned.
Behind him, two staff members helped Wei Hou walk this way.
Wei Hou's face was pale; he was carsick and had vomited several times earlier.
Lin Xi called out, "Master Wei Hou."
Wei Hou was even more arrogant; why would he bother with a junior?
Without even glancing at Lin Xi, he coughed a few times, stepped forward, and said very respectfully, "President Sheng, I was unaware of your presence. I apologize for not welcoming you properly."
"How could I not greet you properly?" Sheng Qingtang's eyes were cold. "If you had come to greet me, I would have been the one who died young!"
Wei Hou's face darkened: "President Sheng, what do you mean?"
Sheng Qingtang only got the position of president of the Chinese Calligraphy Art Association because he was twenty years older than him.
If they were of the same generation, could Sheng Qingtang compare to him?
"What do I mean?" Sheng Qingtang scoffed, picking up the scroll. "He said this calligraphy was written by you. You tell me."
Wei Hou looked over, and his eyelids twitched.
He was deeply impressed by this calligraphy.
This is a level he could never reach even if he trained for another ten years.
Wei Hou has been famous in the art world for a long time and knows many people. He can tell at a glance that this piece of calligraphy does not belong to any famous calligrapher.
Those of lower status than him dared not contradict him and could only give him the calligraphy.
Therefore, when Lin Xi brought it, Wei Hou immediately accepted it.
He hasn't been out of the public eye for a long time because he's encountered a bottleneck in his career.
This calligraphy will help him gain a more stable foothold in the art world.
“Not bad.” Wei Hou still didn’t deny it. “This calligraphy is indeed my practice piece. What does Chairman Sheng want to say?”
He didn't see that as he spoke, the large screen behind him was covered with the word "trash".
[Is Wei Hou fifty years old this year? His handwriting is worse than a seventeen-year-old high school student's; no wonder he's considered trash.]
Hahaha, he even admitted it in public. He probably didn't know what happened before. That's a real slap in the face.
I remember Wei Hou was also a member of the China Calligraphy Art Association, right? And his position seemed quite high...
Sheng Qingtang's gaze grew even colder: "So, you also know that some students took your calligraphy to cheat in the competition?"
Wei Hou frowned, recalling what Zhong Zhiwan had said that day, but remained calm: "I lent my calligraphy to students for them to copy. What, was it stolen?"
"President Sheng, this really is Master Wei Hou..."
Lin Xi wanted to argue, but Sheng Qingtang silenced him with a sharp look: "How dare you interrupt me?"
Lin Xi blushed red after being reprimanded to his face, but dared not say anything.
Sheng Qingtang then looked at Wei Hou: "When did you write this?"
"I had an inspiration just four days ago." Wei Hou said impatiently, "If Chairman Sheng is just asking me about such trivial matters, I, Wei Hou, am not going to bother with him."
"Fine, fine, fine!" Sheng Qingtang slammed his fist on the table in anger. "You say you wrote this four days ago, but I saw it a week ago and even took a picture of it. Did you travel back in time to write it?!"
He opened his phone, pulled up the group photo from that day, and shoved it in front of the camera.
"Look closely, this was taken at my house. This is my bald, unfilial son. These are my watermelons and apples." Sheng Qingtang sneered. "Wei Hou, do you even know which way my door opens?"
"How dare you say this calligraphy is just practice?!"
The screen zoomed in on the photo, making it clear that the calligraphy in the photo was exactly the same as the one Lin Xi had shown earlier.
There is absolutely no difference.
Wei Hou looked up indifferently.
Upon seeing this, his mind went completely blank.
"..."
The entire audience was stunned by this unexpected turn of events.
Zhong Zhiwan's face turned even paler, and her lips trembled violently.
There's actually evidence?
Isn't this too much of a coincidence?
The barrage of comments exploded even more fiercely.
[Holy crap, so this "garbage calligraphy" wasn't even written by Wei Hou. How rubbish must it have been?]
So who wrote this calligraphy? Is it a mystery of the century?
No, no, no, the key question is, why did Wei Hou embezzle the funds? What was his motive?
I now have serious doubts about whether Wei Hou's previous achievements were also fabricated.
Wei Houcai is a disgrace to the art world. We urge the China Calligraphy Artists Association to thoroughly investigate him!
"Tell me, tell me!" Sheng Qingtang pressed on, sneering repeatedly, "Is this calligraphy your practice piece?"
Wei Hou was drenched in cold sweat and could barely stand.
He wanted to speak, but he couldn't utter a single word.
Lin Xi, who was standing to the side, was also shocked.
"You still dare to deceive me and slander students for cheating." Sheng Qingtang turned his head sharply. "You, call the China Calligraphy Artists Association right now. I want Wei Hou's punishment right now."
The president of the Shanghai Art Association wiped away his sweat and took out his phone.
"President Sheng!" Wei Hou's expression changed drastically. "President Sheng has gone too far."
If he had known earlier that Sheng Qingtang had the photos, he wouldn't have claimed them fraudulently.
"What a joke! If I hadn't come today, wouldn't you have forced this student to admit to cheating?" Sheng Qingtang ignored him completely. "And you, Lin Xi, right?"
"You expelled Qingzhi from school in public without investigating the matter thoroughly. I also need to ask your teacher, is this how he usually teaches you?"
Lin Xi pursed her lips, clenched her fingers, and remained silent.
How could he possibly doubt Wei Hou's words?
Although he acted somewhat impulsively in this matter.
"Oh, by the way, this young student showed me this calligraphy not long ago, saying he wanted to submit it to the arts festival." Sheng Qingtang's voice was icy. "Wei Hou, let me ask you again, what happened to your seal on this?"
He was furious.
Such a beautiful piece of calligraphy was ruined by Wei Hou's seal.
His heart ached so much he could hardly bear it.
"..."
Lin Xi suddenly turned his head.
Ying Zijing leaned against the pillar, quietly.
Sunlight, fragmented by the leaves, fell on her skin, casting a pale golden glow.
It was so beautiful it seemed like a scene from another world, not belonging to this human realm.
She seemed to sense something and slowly looked over in their direction.
Her phoenix eyes shone brightly, as beautiful as the sunset.
The surroundings were extremely quiet.
The photographers even forgot to pose.
After a long while, the first comment finally appeared on the big screen.
[Hmm... So this is when I get ruthless, I even criticize myself?]
(End of this chapter)
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