Lin Xi was stunned.
He didn't know why Sheng Qingtang asked this, but he answered anyway: "Yes, President Sheng, I just gave this calligraphy to Master Wei Hou on Saturday, and he said it was his practice calligraphy."
"Practice writing?" Sheng Qingtang held back, remembering that this was not his own son, and refrained from slapping him.
He laughed in anger: "With Wei Hou's lousy handwriting, he has the nerve to say that this is his practice? Does he deserve it?!"
As soon as these words were spoken, the expressions of other art masters around him changed.
Although Sheng Qingtang focused on calligraphy, he also made achievements in Chinese painting and sculpture. He had a high status in the art world, which was almost unique.
He has a very strange temper and has no apprentices.
But this does not prevent other art masters from respecting him.
Since Sheng Qingtang said this, he must have seen something.
Lin Xi was stunned.
"Now, immediately, call this idiot Wei Hou over here!" Sheng Qingtang shouted at the president of the Shanghai Art Association, "I want to see him within ten minutes."
"President Sheng, calm down, calm down." The president of the Shanghai Art Association apologized hurriedly, "I'll go right away. You just got out of the hospital not long ago. You can't be angry."
"What do you care about me..." Sheng Qingtang got angry again. Just as he was about to lose his temper, he saw the girl in front of him on the right glanced at him.
Light and very faint.
Sheng Qingtang fell silent immediately.
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 hands and said with a serious face, "Hurry up."
"Yes, yes, yes."
The president of the Shanghai Art Association left in a hurry.
The barrage exploded again.
[Fuck, who is this old guy?] How come even the president of the Shanghai Art Association respects him so much? 】
[He also said that Wei Hou was not worthy of writing this word. Although I don’t know why, it is inexplicably convincing. 】
[Ahhhh, this is Sheng Qingtang!] ! ! 】
[Confused, who is Sheng Qingtang? 】
[Front row science popularization, Sheng Qingtang, the previous president of the Chinese Calligraphy Art Association, is proficient in official script, regular script, cursive script, large seal script, small seal script and many other fonts. Each pair of characters starts at tens of millions. He is also good at Chinese painting, printmaking, and sculpture. He was once invited to Europe to participate in a sculpture competition, and beat other countries to win the championship. 】
[Three years ago, Sheng Qingtang resigned as the president of the Chinese Calligraphy Art Association and lived in seclusion. Even his colleagues couldn't find him. I didn't expect to see him here today. 】
[Even other countries in Europe are able to suppress it, how powerful is this sculpture? 】
[Fuck, Qingzhi even invited Sheng Qingtang. The principal is so awesome. It’s worth my skipping work to watch the live broadcast today.] 】
So the barrage of comments was full of praise for the principal.
headmaster:"……"
He is not he does not have.
He is not that arrogant, he is also very confused.
——
In the audience.
Zhong Zhiwan pinched his palms with his fingernails and his eyes turned red with anger.
Sheng Qingtang actually knew that the calligraphy was not from Wei Hou?
But why would Sheng Qingtang condescend to come here?
Could it be that this word was written by Sheng Qingtang?
Zhong Zhiwan frowned.
Won't.
Sheng Qingtang's personal style is too obvious, and his regular script is not of this type.
As long as Wei Hou denies it, Sheng Qingtang will have no evidence.
Even if something happened, she would not be involved, after all, it was Wei Hou who was greedy.
Zhong Zhiwan calmed himself down and breathed a sigh of relief.
——
Before ten minutes were up, the president of the Shanghai Art Association came back.
Behind, two staff members were helping Wei Hou walk towards this side.
Wei Hou's face was pale, he was carsick and he had vomited several times just now.
Lin Xi called out, "Master Wei Hou."
Wei Hou is even more arrogant, why would he care about a junior?
He didn't even look at Lin Xi, coughed a few times, stepped forward, and said respectfully: "President Sheng, I didn't know you were coming. I apologize for not welcoming you in person."
"Is it because I didn't come to greet you?" Sheng Qingtang's eyes were cold. "If you come to greet me, I will die young!"
Wei Hou's face darkened: "President Sheng, what do you mean?"
Didn't Sheng Qingtang get the position of president of the Chinese Calligraphy Art Association just because he was twenty years older than him?
If they were of the same generation, could Sheng Qingtang be better than him?
"What do I mean?" Sheng Qingtang sneered and picked up the scroll. "He said that you wrote this calligraphy. You tell me."
Wei Hou looked over and his eyelids twitched.
He was deeply impressed by the calligraphy.
This is a level he could never reach even if he practiced for another ten years.
Wei Hou has been famous in the art world for a long time and knows a lot of people. He can tell at a glance that this calligraphy does not belong to any famous calligrapher.
Those who were lower in status than him did not dare to contradict him and could only give the calligraphy to him.
So when Lin Xi brought him, Wei Hou recognized him immediately.
He hasn't been out for a long time because he encountered a bottleneck.
This set of calligraphy can just help him gain a firmer foothold in the art world.
"Yes." Wei Hou still did not deny it. "This calligraphy is indeed my practice writing. What does President Sheng want to say?"
He didn't notice that when he said this, the big screen behind him was covered with the word "garbage".
[Wei Hou is fifty years old this year, right?] My handwriting is not even as good as that of a 17-year-old high school student. No wonder it is called rubbish. 】
[Hahahaha, he admitted it in public. I guess he doesn't know what happened before. This slap in the face really hurts. 】
[I remember Wei Hou is also a member of the Chinese Calligraphy Art Association? It seems that the position is not low, this...】
Sheng Qingtang's eyes turned even colder: "So, you also know that a student took your calligraphy and cheated in the competition?"
Wei Hou frowned, thinking of what Zhong Zhiwan said that day, but he remained calm: "I lent my calligraphy to a student to copy. How come someone stole it?"
"President Sheng, this is really Master Wei Hou..."
Lin Xi wanted to argue, but was stopped by Sheng Qingtang with a glare: "You dare to interrupt me when I'm talking?"
Being scolded in person, Lin Xi's face turned red, but he didn't dare to say anything.
Sheng Qingtang looked at Wei Hou again: "When did you write it?"
"I just had an idea four days ago." Wei Hou was very impatient. "If President Sheng only asks me about trivial matters like this, I, Wei Hou, will not accompany him."
“Okay, okay, okay!” Sheng Qingtang slammed the table angrily, “You said this was written by you four days ago, but I saw it a week ago and took a photo of it. Did you travel back in time to write this?!”
He opened his cell phone, pulled out the group photo of that day, and faced the camera.
"Look carefully, this was taken at my house. This is my bald, unfilial son, and this is my watermelon and apple." Sheng Qingtang sneered, "Wei Hou, do you know which way the door of my house opens?"
"How dare you say this calligraphy is your practice?!"
The screen enlarged the photo, allowing people to clearly see that the words on the photo were exactly the same as those Lin Xi had shown before.
There is not the slightest difference.
Wei Hou looked up nonchalantly.
When he saw this, his mind went blank.
“…”
No one in the audience expected such a reversal and was shocked.
Zhong Zhiwan's face turned even paler and his lips trembled violently.
There is actually evidence?
Isn’t this too coincidental?
The barrage exploded even more violently.
[Shit, so this piece of "rubbish calligraphy" was not written by Wei Hou, then how rubbish must his real calligraphy be? 】
So who wrote this calligraphy? Mystery of the century? 】
[No, no, no, the point is, why did Wei Hou claim it? What does he want? 】
[I now deeply doubt whether Wei Hou’s previous achievements were also fake. 】
[Wei Houcai is a disgrace to the art world. We ask the Chinese Calligraphy Artists Association to investigate him thoroughly!] 】
"Tell me, tell me!" Sheng Qingtang pressed on, sneering, "Is this calligraphy your practice?"
Wei Hou was sweating profusely and could hardly stand.
He tried to speak, but no words came out.
Lin Xi, who was standing by, was also shocked.
"How dare you deceive me and accuse my students of cheating." Sheng Qingtang turned his head sharply, "You, call the Chinese Calligraphy Artists Association now. I want Wei Hou's punishment now."
The president of the Shanghai Art Association wiped his sweat and took out his cell phone again.
"President Sheng!" Wei Hou's expression changed drastically. "President Sheng is going too far."
If he had known that Sheng Qingtang had the photo, he would not have claimed it.
"What a joke! If I hadn't come today, wouldn't you have forced this student to admit that she cheated?" Sheng Qingtang didn't listen at all. "And you, Lin Xi, right?"
"You asked Qingzhi to expel students in public without conducting a thorough investigation. I also want to ask your teacher, is this how he usually teaches you?"
Lin Xi pursed her lips, clenched her fingers, and said nothing.
How could he possibly doubt Wei Hou's words?
Although he did this a little impulsively.
"Oh, by the way, this little classmate asked me to look at this calligraphy not long ago, saying that he would take it to an art festival." Sheng Qingtang said in a cold voice, "Wei Hou, let me ask you again, why is your seal here?"
He was almost mad.
Such a beautiful piece of calligraphy was ruined by Wei Hou's seal.
He was heartbroken beyond endurance.
“…”
Lin Xi turned his head suddenly.
Ying Zijin leaned against the pillar, quietly.
The sunlight was cut into pieces by the leaves and fell on her skin, with light golden light floating.
It is so beautiful that it seems to be from another world and does not belong to this world.
She seemed to have sensed something and slowly looked over here.
A pair of phoenix eyes flickering with light, as gorgeous as clouds.
It was extremely quiet around.
The photographers forgot about the action.
After a long time, the first barrage finally appeared on the big screen.
[e…So this is me being ruthless and even scolding myself? 】
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