[He's still so-so, but better than Yan Bao. I'm afraid you don't know that Yan Bao has already held several personal calligraphy exhibitions? 】
[To be honest, she is pretty, but she is 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 is naturally proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting.
But the fact that there is a calligraphy exhibition shows that Xiuyan’s calligraphy skills are impressive.
In particular, a while ago, one of her large calligraphy works was personally sent by the vice president of the China Calligraphy Artists Association to participate in the competition at the International Calligraphy and Painting Exhibition.
Fans also know what the China Calligraphy Artists Association represents.
All the top calligraphy masters in China are in this association.
However, these calligraphy masters would not accept disciples so easily.
It is true that it is due to the Xiu family, but Xiu Yan himself is very powerful.
After watching a scene of someone jumping off a building and losing his memory, Ying Zijin finally decided to focus on Xiu Yan: "I'll write a piece of calligraphy, it's quite expensive."
Xiu Yan's smile faded: "What does classmate Ying mean?"
The conversation between the two was clearly recorded in the live broadcast room.
The barrage is full of question marks.
【? ? ? Did she know that Yan Bao was the eldest daughter of the Xiu family and deliberately blackmail her? 】
[What do you mean your calligraphy is more expensive? Did you know that one of Yan Bao’s calligraphy can be sold for two hundred thousand? How much more expensive can you get? 】
[Yan Bao, promise her that even if she loses, she has to buy your calligraphy! 】
Xiu Yan glanced at the comments in the live broadcast room, thought for a moment, and smiled: "Well, whoever wins will buy the other's calligraphy."
Hearing this, Ying Zijin yawned and said lazily, "Come on, then."
Xiuyan made a phone call and asked someone to help bring all her pens, ink, paper and inkstone.
"Student Ying, this is a website published by the Chinese Calligraphy Artists Association." Xiu Yan opened a URL, "After we upload our calligraphy, the website will evaluate the scores."
"Generally speaking, a character that scores 90 points can be sold for half a million."
As he spoke, Xiu Yan picked up the brush again: "Which one does Ying want? Wolf hair or goat hair?"
Ying Zijin glanced at them and picked one up casually: "It doesn't matter."
Xiu Yan paused holding the brush, then smiled: "It seems that classmate Ying is very capable."
[What's so great?] The beginners of calligraphy also know that there are different types of brushes used for different calligraphy and paintings. Does it matter? 】
[You haven’t learned calligraphy at all. You came here to participate in ISC as an art student. Now it seems that you are not good at art? 】
Xiuyan spread out the rice paper, dipped it in the prepared ink, and began to write.
She wrote in regular script, and there was a sense of elegance and grace between the lines.
While writing, Xiu Yan glanced at the girl and saw that she stopped writing after writing one word. He couldn't help but shook his head slightly.
Five minutes later, Xiu Yan stopped writing.
She blew on the rice paper and took out her cell phone to take pictures.
Ying Zijin wrote one word, and after she finished, her attention returned to the TV.
Teng Yunmeng quickly took out her cell phone: "Zijin, let me take a picture for you."
"Now, I will upload our words to this website." Xiuyan clicked on screen sharing to ensure that everyone in the live broadcast room could see it.
[Yan Bao passes the ball quickly and releases the score, so that she can know who is better than who. 】
"I'll upload it right away." Xiu Yan smiled and reassured the fans, "Don't worry."
"Zijin." Teng Yunmeng lowered his voice, "It doesn't matter if you lose. After all, Xiuyan is also half a member of the Chinese Calligraphy Artists Association. He is really amazing."
Ying Zijin stretched slowly and said, "I'll treat you to a meal if I win money."
Teng Yunmeng: “???”
Because the two people's words were uploaded together, the scores were also issued together.
Xiuyan specifically put Ying Zijin’s score first.
She moved the mouse and clicked on the score column.
A big red “100” popped up, and the website also played cheerful music to match.
【……】
The fans in the live broadcast room fell silent for a moment.
This "100" is clearly a slap in their faces.
"Classmate Ying's calligraphy is really amazing." Xiu Yan was still smiling, with no change in expression, "I'm not an art student, so I can't compare."
She clicked on her score again.
The result is an "8".
The jubilant music also disappeared immediately, replaced by a series of sad erhu sounds.
Teng Yunmeng laughed out loud.
Ying Zijin nodded.
There is a reason why Sheng Qingtang is called the Old Naughty Boy.
Websites can be like this, too.
Xiuyan’s fingers trembled, it was simply unbelievable.
If it wasn't for the fact that she was still live streaming, she would have pounced on him.
The number "8" was like a knife, piercing her eyes.
Last time she got 80 points. She practiced for a long time, and even her teacher praised her. How could she get only 8?
Xiu Yan tucked her hair behind her ears, managed to calm down, and smiled nonchalantly: "There's an error in the system. I'll upload it again."
As she spoke, she uploaded her own words.
After a dozen seconds, the score came out: 85.
Xiu Yan breathed a sigh of relief and smiled: "This is the correct score. I will pass on classmate Ying's handwriting as well."
She clicks upload.
The score came out quickly and was still 100.
Xiuyan pinched her palm with her nails.
Comparing 85 and 100 is not as ugly as comparing 8 and 100.
But before Xiuyan could completely relax, her score changed the next second.
From 85, it became 8 again.
The sad sound of the erhu was heard again.
The comments in the live broadcast room were completely silent, and the fans couldn't say a word.
Obviously, there is no error in the website system, but the face-shaping score is just "8".
The ones who finally broke the silence were passers-by and some of Xiuyan's black fans.
[I have also used this website. Its scoring system is based on a ratio. If someone's handwriting is good, the scores of others will drop accordingly. 】
[Oh shit, hahahahaha, so it’s because the beautiful sister’s calligraphy is so good that it directly pushed the beauty improvement score down to single digits? I can’t take it anymore, I’m dying of laughter. 】
[I understand, I understand. He got 100 points because he only had 100 points. 】
[It's true that they are just so-so, but they are better than you. If they write seriously, you are not worthy of comparing with them in terms of face-shaping, okay? 】
[A big star bullied an ordinary person, but he didn't expect that the other person was a professional. He must have hit a wall, right? 】
[Where do fans get the nerve to slap others in the face?] Your face is gone now, right? 】
Even though the room manager kept deleting comments and banning people from posting messages, he was still unable to control the situation.
This live broadcast for fans turned into a scene of public ridicule.
The fans were even more ashamed and forgot to speak up for Xiuyan.
Xiuyan slammed the computer shut, and the tense expression finally shattered.
"No more, one million." Ying Zijin leaned on the sofa, very lazily, "I've sent you the payment code, remember to transfer the money."
Xiuyan left with a grim face.
Her hands were shaking when she left.
Teng Yunmeng finally came back to his senses.
They are the one in charge of both good looks and intelligence in their group, and he seems to be also a good money-maker.
——
After returning to his bedroom, Xiu Yan was so angry that he smashed the inkstone.
Her chest heaved as she picked up her phone and made a call: "Hello, yes, it's me. We're going out tomorrow. I'll call her over then. You can do it as you see fit."
I don't know what was said over there.
Xiu Yan chuckled, "She has no background and is from Shanghai. Who among us can't make her disappear in the capital without anyone noticing? Feng Hua, if you don't want to, I'll contact someone else. I believe your brothers will also be interested."
"No, no, no, Miss Xiu." Hearing this, Feng Hua became anxious, "I want it, I want it. It's such a good item, it's hard for Miss Xiu to consider me first."
"As agreed in advance, I am only responsible for leading the team." Xiu Yan said calmly, "I will not be responsible for other matters."
"Okay, just bring the person here." Feng Hua said, "I've done this kind of thing many times, and it won't implicate you, Miss Xiu. Besides, how dare I do that?"
Although the Feng family is considered a prominent family in the imperial capital, it is nothing compared to the Xiu family.
Not to mention that Xiu Yan sent someone to him, even if he was asking for help, Feng Hua had to do it.
He took a sip of wine, clicked on the picture Xiu Yan sent him, and proudly showed off to the young man next to him: "Look, isn't this girl very beautiful?"
"Hey, Mr. Feng, where did this come from?" A young man next to him was surprised, "Which star?"
"No, no, just an ordinary person." Feng Hua waved his hand, "Miss Xiu said she would give this girl to me. When I get tired of playing with her, I'll give her to you."
"That's great." The young master smiled, "I'd like to try it, but I guess Master Mu wouldn't participate in this kind of thing, right?"
He turned his head and looked at Mu Chenzhou on the other side, teasing: "Our Master Mu is the one who will soon inherit the Mu family."
Mu Chenzhou stared at the photo without saying anything.
Feng Hua noticed the change in Mu Chenzhou's expression and sobered up: "Mr. Mu, do you know him? Your people?"
If it was someone Mu Chenzhou knew, he wouldn't dare to touch him.
He couldn't afford to offend either the Xiu family or the Mu family.
He is lustful, but he values life more.
Mu Chenzhou took a deep breath and turned his head indifferently: "I don't know him, you can play as you like."
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