The reborn businesswoman loses again

Chapter 310 Calligraphy Underneath Sees the True Chapter

Because it is an office area, the venue for the competition is limited, and there are partitions between each table.At the beginning, most of the people gathered around Zhang Ting, and occasionally looked at the girl from a distance, only to see her bowing her head and tinkering with things, and the glasses on the bridge of her nose were bulky and ugly, which was really not as pleasing to the eye as the delicate and lovely Zhang Ting.

People are subjective animals, and their superficial evaluation of things is often preconceived.

People are ugly, don't know how to dress up, and the characters they write must be like earthworms, crooked.

No problem.

So amidst the doubts of the female staff, many people thought it was because the girl's handwriting was too ugly, so they walked over to watch it out of the mood of seeing a joke.

Then, the first person who passed by was silent, and the second person also stood there blankly and didn't come back...

When Zhang Ting came back to her senses, she found that all the people around her had run to the girl's side, and one or two of them were quiet and weird.

"What kind of sensationalist are you doing..." Frowning in displeasure, Zhang Ting didn't think the other party had any real skills at all. Apart from scoffing at the girl's use of heresy to grab the limelight, she felt a burst of unspeakable anger.

The next moment, I heard a clear voice from the middle of the crowd, "Okay."

Just by listening to the voice, it might be mistaken for a reserved and well-bred young lady from an aristocratic family.

Hmph, pretending.

Just as Zhang Ting pinched her nose and thought about it, the next moment she heard gasps from the crowd one after another, as if the soul had returned to her body, and the silence was suddenly broken.

"This...is a painting, right?" Someone said this sentence uncertainly, and the surprise and surprise couldn't be concealed in his tone.

"Why do I look at this style as if..." Some people seemed to have discovered something, their eyes widened for a moment, and they couldn't continue speaking as if they couldn't believe it.

Seeing the obviously wrong painting style, Zhang Ting walked over with her chin raised unbearably, raised her brows and said in a loud voice: "Since everything is ready, then show it to me, how much strength do you have to match?" Arrogant character."

Her words were sarcasm, and when she finished speaking, seeing everyone turned their heads, she squeezed in with her eyes high above her head, her eyes slowly falling, and she glanced at the table with disdain.

It was just a glance, and she was completely shocked on the spot.

The long-axis-sized white rice paper has been stained with ink, no, there are other colors.

More than two-thirds of the long piece of paper is a landscape picture of Mount Meishan in the distance. The ink of the blue ballpoint pen mixed with water seems to be wafting through the morning fog, depicting the light blue shadows of the mountains in the sky. , the artistic conception outlined by a few strokes is far and deep, coupled with the graceful handwriting on the side, it is like a beautiful beauty drawing eyebrows in a mirror.

From this one alone, we can get a glimpse of the author's profound skills in pen and ink.

Moreover, there are more than one of the same level.

Zhang Ting couldn't help but shift her gaze to another piece of rice paper that was spread out to dry. This time, the red ink was rendered into a sunset glow in the sky, and the black ink was hidden in it, revealing a madness, which was completely opposite to the previous feeling. .

"Twenty-ten minutes, unexpectedly only twenty-ten minutes has passed, there are five works like this, if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't believe it." At this time, some onlookers expressed their aspirations.

Even a layman can see the aura in these paintings that jumps out from the paper.

And the time the girl took was shockingly short.

If Zhang Ting's work is a template from a printer, then the girl's work is a real soul with flesh and blood.

With pearls and jade in front, winning or losing is almost clear at a glance.

However, "It's the font design. No matter how good-looking your drawing is, it misses the point. Do you think such a flashy thing can be flattering?" Zhang Ting bit her lip, with a smear of resignation on her face, her mouth was tough argued.

There was such a big battle just now, if she loses now, how would she have the face to face others.

The others are also laymen, and they are separated like a mountain, and they feel that it makes sense when they hear it, so they also make trouble, "Indeed, we are not professional enough to appreciate calligraphy alone."

Although everyone thinks that girls' works are better-looking, but the professionalism is untenable, so naturally they dare not make a conclusion.

No one expected that a girl would have such impressive abilities. Seeing that the meeting was about to end, Zhang Ting squeezed her palms and waved her hands pretending to be generous, "Forget it, I'm too lazy to argue with a child, I'm sorry you still have With a little strength, I won’t embarrass you today, pack up your things and go, don’t delay everyone’s work.”

She was still reluctant before, but now she suddenly raised her hand, Miss Zhang turned her face as fast as turning a book, and everyone was caught off guard, and some even felt a little bit dissatisfied, feeling that she was being played.

At this time, the door of the conference room was opened with a click, and everyone was startled.

Zhang Ting even stretched out her hand to cover the girl's work, but suddenly there was another hand holding down the paperweight in the ramp, and when she raised her eyes, she suddenly bumped into a pair of deep eyes.

"I heard that Mr. Zhang is here too. I don't think there is anyone more suitable than a famous figure in the literary world to be the referee." The girl's voice was neither high nor low, and it happened to fall into the ears of several people who had just walked out of the meeting room.

Zhang Chuzhi, who was being sent out respectfully, heard the words, turned his head sideways, and saw his daughter at the first sight, "Tingting, what happened?"

Zhang Ting froze, feeling the eyes of the surroundings were on her, she twitched the corners of her mouth in embarrassment, and could only shout: "Dad, I didn't..."

Before the words were finished, a few fast-talking staff interrupted, "Ms. Zhang, Miss Zhang was competing with others in calligraphy just now. They are all very good, and we can't tell the difference, so I would like to ask you to judge .”

Everyone was obviously a little bit reconciled after watching the excitement for so long with no results.

"Oh?" The old white-haired Zhang Chuzhi raised his voice slightly, and walked over with interest, "Let me take a look."

He is very clear about the level of his daughter. She is considered to be very talented among her peers. Most people are superior to others. It is rare that there are others who can be compared. The literary figure who considers himself a lover of talent is also a little curious.

He didn't notice the girl with a weak sense of presence, but first set his sights on one of the tables, the ink was still wet on the spread rice paper, and he knew it was his daughter's handwriting at a glance, "Well, yes, the pen edge It is powerful and has made great progress, but it is too aggressive, so don't be impatient next time."

Mr. Zhang is notoriously strict in the industry, and to get this evaluation is already considered the best.

"Mr. Zhang, look at this little sister's again." The female staff who helped just now did their best to win the chance for the girl to be commented by a famous teacher.

"En." Zhang Chuzhi nodded, his calm and prestige gaze passed over the girl's face, which he couldn't see clearly, and then fell directly on the rice paper.

(End of this chapter)