Almighty Fat Goddess

Chapter 577 Three World Top Masters (Burst 3)

One second, Zhao Tianyang was so energetic that he almost sent his business opponents to hell, but the next second, he was crushed into scum by others.

It has to be said that both of them are powerful characters.

She was just curious, how could this guy get such a national treasure to trick Ma Yun, and even fooled the appraiser from Sotheby's auction house.

The failure this time can only show that he was unlucky. He happened to have seen Tianding and bought it. Otherwise, it is really unknown who will win.

The host spoke again in embarrassment.

"After discussion, our auction house will compensate everyone present. Later, everyone, please enter the charity exchange hall to take a break. We have invited three world-class calligraphy and painting masters to donate calligraphy on the spot!"

Bai Feng was overjoyed, and said in his heart that it would never be fake this time, you look at his painting, don't you believe it is possible to fake it?

After all, this matter cannot be settled without an official authoritative appraisal, and the Zhao family is not an ordinary person. The sentence and detention just mentioned is pure talk. Make some commercial interests, and then let it go.

Afterwards, Zhao Tianyang and Ma Yun were invited to the private room by Sotheby's Auction House. Others sighed and began to complain. Some simply got up and left, and most of them followed the auction house's official staff into another hall.

The environment of this hall is much better, there are fewer seats, but they are all simple wooden chairs, and the feet are covered with scarlet plush carpets with lotus patterns. The four chairs form a square, and there is a red one in the middle A wooden table with tea, coffee, beverages, and wine placed in four directions on the table.

In the middle is a flower pot with violets, and around the flower pot are four ashtrays.

At the top is a low stage, and there is a camera on top of the long table, which is projected on the side wall. At the moment, there are three men standing on the stage, all of the same age, probably in their 50s.

Two were wearing light gray suits, one was wearing a khaki gown and round-rimmed glasses.

Looking at the faces, these three are all Asians, but I don't know which country they are from.

There are pens, ink, paper and inkstones in front of them, and it seems that they plan to perform paintings live.

Bai Feng thought to himself, these three should be the top painting and calligraphy masters mentioned by the host before.

She looked around, and suddenly found it interesting. The big stars who used to stand tall in front of people, no matter what country they were from, almost all stood beside them now.

Because there are too few chairs, those who can sit down are basically rich and famous people from all over the world.In the eyes of these people, celebrities are nothing more than the money-making tools they cultivated.

If they collectively discuss whether to invest, I am afraid that most movies and TV series in this world will not be able to be filmed.

While she was observing, the host who originally presided over the auction also came in.

He smiled awkwardly but politely.

"Everyone, after discussion at Sotheby's auction house, we have decided to compensate you all. Let me introduce these three first! The one on my left is Cui Zhixin, a famous calligrapher, and this one is Pu Bubu, a master calligrapher. The first one is Incheon Tiannan, a master of calligraphy! The three of them are well-known internationally, so I don’t think I need to introduce them much, do they?”

Bai Feng was taken aback for a moment, thinking that he wanted to talk about calligraphy, the Chinese people are the ancestors, what kind of stuff are they inviting?
Looking at Su Dechang who was drooling beside him, he asked in a low voice.

"Xiao Su, why are all the calligraphers from abroad, not from China?"

Bai Feng has already regarded Su Dechang as an encyclopedia for the rich. He wants to inquire about people and things in the upper class, such as who has how much money, what bank they have, what industry they are in, as small as whose lover goes to college, who has He didn't get pregnant, didn't raise a baby boy, he knew it all.

Seeing Bai Feng asking, he bent down, habitually trying to pinch his orchid fingers, but Bai Feng coughed, so scared that he immediately withdrew his hand and replied with a dry smile.

"Hehe, Mr. Bai, you are usually busy with business, so you may not be familiar with this area. In today's world, when it comes to calligraphers, our country is not worthy of giving people sticks and shoes, and Japan is not worthy. These three are now recognized as the top in the world. Master, this Cui Zhixin, known as the sage of calligraphy, studied running script in our country since he was a child. The person next to him is called Pu Bububu. I heard that the two of them studied in the same academy in Huaxia back then. Powerful, known as a book devil, named Incheon Tiannan, learned Chinese culture since childhood, and regular script is a must! So I often dress up in a long coat..."

Bai Feng rolled her eyes, and said to herself, MD, my wife is still a bookworm sealed by the system.

"Who sealed them? How dare you be so crazy??"

"Mr. Bai, this is not awarded by anyone. This title is determined according to the amount of auctioned calligraphy works. These three are currently the holders of the highest auction price of calligraphy works in the world. Incheon Tiannan's "Spring Grass Preface" was auctioned for 800 million yuan. The U.S. dollar is still the world record holder!"

Bai Feng curled her lips, but then again, the things left by the Chinese ancestors are indeed almost lost. The peaks of tea ceremony and ikebana are all in Japan, especially calligraphy.

Although there are brush calligraphy classes in elementary schools, most of them are occupied by Chinese and mathematics. After entering the society, who still writes brush calligraphy?
It is estimated that the most written ones are those who sell couplets during the Spring Festival, just like a self-deprecating joke.

The ancestors invented dynamite, and the Chinese used it to set off firecrackers.

The ancestors invented calligraphy, and Chinese people used it to sell Spring Festival couplets.

The ancestors invented painting, and Chinese people used it to make fakes.

The ancestors invented the erhu, and the Chinese used it as a beggar.

The ancestors invented traditional Chinese medicine, and Chinese people used it to treat sexually transmitted diseases.

……

Fortunately, none of the three top calligraphers in the world are Chinese?
"Everyone, our auction house has decided that all the proceeds from the auction of the three works of these three masters today will be donated to charity! Let's invite the three masters to create, and you can also enjoy close-up views of the famous masters through the large screen projections on both sides! "

The host smiled dryly and made a gesture of invitation to the three of them, and the three of them picked up their pens and ink and began to wave.

The first one is Cui Zhixin, staring and waving...

Two big and powerful characters appeared on the screen...

Su Dechang next to him was dazzled, and exclaimed while shaking hands.

"Oh my god! This is... a slut? It's so well written, it's a top master in the world!"

Wang Jun next to him reminded him in a low voice.

"Brother Su, all calligraphy works are read from right to left!"

He let out an ah, rubbing his chin in doubt.

"From right to left? Slutty? It doesn't make sense either..."

Bai Feng scolded while covering his face.

"Shut up if you don't understand, this is frank, what kind of slut, slut...idiot!"

After Bai Feng finished explaining, several wealthy Chinese beside him blushed. It turned out that Su Dechang was not the only one who was wrong.

"Okay, Master Cui Zhixin has completed the creation! Next, Master Cui Zhixin will set the reserve price!"

Cui Zhixin put down his pen and ink, stretched out five fingers impatiently, and shouted a few words in the room with a stick.

(End of this chapter)