Naturally, there was a picture below the Weibo post.
It was the Ten Directions Realm that Ying Zijin brought to the conference room earlier.
The reason why Shifangjie has become a masterpiece in the sculpture world is that it is difficult to forge.
Let’s not talk about whether it is possible to imitate the ice jadeite raw stone. Even if it is possible, there are really few people who can carve eighty-eight Buddhas with different shapes out of the half-human-high jade.
As a result, there is no imitation of the Ten Directions Realm in the carving market.
This is also the reason 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, and even make it even more wonderful.
Not to mention outsiders, if Mr. Zhong hadn't given the middle-aged shareholder this Weibo copy, he really wouldn't have known that the Ten Directions Realm had not returned yet, but was newly carved out.
"Uncle Zhong, is that true?" After the middle-aged shareholder finished posting on Weibo, he came back dumbfounded, "Isn't that our Ten Directions Realm?"
"Of course not." Mr. Zhong was very proud and waved his hand, "I told you, this was carved by my granddaughter."
Oh, I heard that the kid from the Fu family also helped.
No matter, he couldn't see or hear.
When he returns the snacks that Grandpa Fu stole from him, he will look at this kid again.
The middle-aged shareholder wiped his sweat and asked in a trembling voice, "Are you kidding?"
"This is nothing to laugh at." Old Master Zhong was unhappy, "I'm not exaggerating. I'm not afraid to tell you, just ibi, my granddaughter knows people."
Well, he didn't know either.
But this doesn't stop him from blowing it first.
Who would be stingy with praising their own children?
The middle-aged shareholder actually wanted to say that Mr. Zhong was joking.
IBI is an international organization. Even the wealthy children in the capital can't get in touch with it, so how could they in Shanghai get it?
But when the words came to my lips, I still hesitated.
It is true that ibi has been combating international crimes, but it has not personally registered a Weibo account or posted a Weibo post.
Countless things happen internationally every day, most of which are monitored and managed by ibi, which is very short of manpower.
Even if the loss of the Ten Directions Realm was a transnational theft, it would be very serious.
But there have been bigger things before. After all, this theft case did not involve human life, so why did ibi post on Weibo?
Middle-aged shareholders don’t believe that ibi keeps pace with the times.
Maybe...it really has something to do with that little girl?
Under Mr. Zhong's constant boasting, the middle-aged shareholder at least believed it a little.
But after seeing this Weibo post, every netizen who had not experienced this theft believed it.
[It must be fake, it’s just her?] Oh, I remember she seemed to have won an award for writing something, at the school art festival? Can it be engraved? ? ? Sorry, I'll just smile first. 】
[I'm convinced. Can the Zhong Group produce something that is visible to the mortal world? I know you want to protect your family, but you shouldn't just embellish your face with jewels and gold. 】
[Excuse me for being blunt, but carving is totally different from writing large characters and painting Chinese paintings. OK, even if your cousin really can carve, can she finish it in four days? 】
[Is there any evidence?] It's just a picture, who knows if it's your previous stock. 】
[I'll just say this quietly. Without saying anything else, this cousin is very courageous. Didn't other people in the Zhong family also say that? Did she succeed in getting DK Group to raise the stakes? 】
[Yes, just for this reason, I love it. Those who can only type on the keyboard and hide behind their mobile phones to mock, what were you doing at the age of seventeen? Do you still need your mother to change your clothes? 】
[If you don’t have the ability, don’t be jealous of other people’s girls. If you were to sign an agreement with a big company, you would be scared to the point of incontinence before you even get to the site, right? 】
[We will help my sister check at any time to see if anyone is verbally abusing her online, and then you will receive a lawyer's letter, don't thank us. 】
The mocking netizens all shut up.
The middle-aged shareholder frowned at the comment: "Uncle Zhong, do we have evidence that the Ten Directions Realm was carved by Miss Cousin?"
"What kind of evidence do you want?" Old Master Zhong was very unhappy. "This is what my granddaughter carved. Can she create a second Ten Directions Realm out of thin air?"
The middle-aged shareholder sighed: "But Uncle Zhong, the problem is that people on the Internet don't believe it."
"Don't believe me?" Mr. Zhong also took out his phone, full of fighting spirit, "I'll go fight them."
He hadn't even opened Weibo when a call came in.
"Grandpa."
"Hey." Mr. Zhong coughed a few times, "Zijin, have you returned to your father's house?"
"Stop posting on Weibo." Ying Zijin pressed her head and said tactfully, "Please let me take care of you until you are old."
Mr. Zhong: “…”
No, who will provide for my retirement?
He is over seventy years old, but has not thought about retirement. Instead, he becomes more energetic the more he works.
As a result, his granddaughter has to take care of him in his old age? !
"Grandpa, I know you mean well." Ying Zijin lowered his eyes and smiled, "I'm watching."
Mr. Zhong suddenly felt uncomfortable.
He actually didn't do anything, he just asked the company to post a Weibo.
Sometimes, when people are in the dark for too long, they just need to hold on to a little warmth.
Mr. Zhong frowned: "But online--"
"It's okay." Ying Zijin said calmly, "I'm not watching."
Just don't take the initiative to go in front of her and interfere with her retirement.
After hanging up the phone, Mr. Zhong thought for a moment, turned around, and asked the middle-aged shareholder: "What do you think of my granddaughter?"
"Very good." The middle-aged shareholder said seriously, "Throw away your own filters, Miss Biao is very suitable to be a manager."
She said if they signed the bet agreement, the Zhong Group would win.
It can also bring huge benefits to the Zhong Group. I have never seen anyone who is so good at doing business.
Mr. Zhong nodded, and the decision became clearer.
——
Maserati.
Ying Zijin looked expressionlessly at Berg who was frantically sending WeChat messages to her, and it took a lot of patience to not block him.
[Master Ying, is that you?] 】
[I knew it must be you!] Master Ying, even if you are unwilling to accept me as your disciple, I must call you teacher! You are so amazing, is there any art that you don’t know? 】
[Master Ying, when can we meet again? For you, I am still staying in Shanghai. Please, teach me how you drew him so much like Kino Fung. 】
Ying Zijin clicked on the three small dots in the upper right corner of the chat box and turned on the Do Not Disturb message function.
very good.
The world suddenly became quiet.
Fu Yunshen tilted his head and asked, "The oil painting master who wants you to go to the Royal Academy of Art in Europe?"
"Yes." Ying Zijin was silent for a moment, "Do you think that those who paint oil paintings are all talkative?"
Chino Von was, Berg Bryan was.
Could it be that there is some tradition in the European oil painting world?
Ying Zijin seemed to be thinking about something.
"Yeah." Fu Yunshen leaned back in the driver's seat, looking lazy, "I said no."
Ying Zijin turned his head and raised his eyebrows.
Fu Yun raised her peach blossom eyes, and said in a low, hoarse voice with a smile: "If our little friend says a few more words, it could cost her her life."
So the oil painting master in front of him was very extraordinary.
“…”
"So brother is quite happy." Fu Yunshen raised his hand and casually ruffled the girl's hair. "It's rare that Yaoyao is in front of me and has so much to say."
What depressed people fear most is completely isolating themselves from the outside world and no longer having any contact with the outside world.
This will make the condition more serious.
Fortunately, it doesn’t happen now.
Ying Zijin glanced at him and was about to say something when her cell phone rang.
It was Sheng Qingtang who called.
"Little miracle doctor!" He said excitedly, "I knew you were extraordinary in many ways! I didn't expect you could even carve."
He has studied carving and understands the extraordinary world of the Ten Directions better than an outsider.
The Ten Directions Realm is not just a masterpiece of sculpture, it also contains Buddhist teachings.
If you have not read the Buddhist scriptures, it would be absolutely impossible to carve out the Ten Directions Realm.
Is the little miracle doctor still a human being? !
"Little doctor, are you free recently? Let's meet." Sheng Qingtang said, "I have prepared the qualification certificate of the Chinese Calligraphy Artists Association for you. Come over and sign it. You don't have to do anything else."
"No, no appointment." The girl said the most ruthless words in the most polite tone, "This person is dead, burn paper if you have anything to say."
Sheng Qingtang on the other end of the phone: "..."
——
Zhong Manhua naturally also saw the Weibo post posted by the Zhong Group.
But when she saw it, she had already arrived at the Zhong family.
She doesn't go on Weibo very often, and it was Zhong Zhiwan who told her about it.
When Zhong Manhua heard this, she burst into laughter out of anger.
It is said that the Ten Directions Realm was carved by Ying Zijin?
The real daughter that Jiang Moyuan helped them bring back from the impoverished county, they don’t even know how much it weighs?
Zhong Zhiwan is very good at observing people's expressions, and she has been feeling depressed these days.
She looked at Zhong Manhua's face and smiled: "Aunt, my cousin is really liked by grandpa. I am a little jealous of her."
Zhong Manhua didn't respond.
Since Mr. Zhong likes Ying Zijin, she actually feels a little better.
Even if Ying Zijin was not good at anything, at least he was liked by the older generation.
But polite words still had to be said, and Zhong Manhua also smiled: "Wanwan, your grandfather still likes you the most."
Zhong Zhiwan's smile froze and his fingers clenched his clothes.
"Hello?" Zhong Manhua answered the call and was stunned. "What? Are you the Chinese Calligraphy Artists Association?"
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