Carefree Little Medical Son-in-Law

This is the scene of the Spring Festival couplets presented by the book association to celebrate the new year. More than a dozen masters came to the book Association. Originally, because it was not their turn, they were all enjoying tea and chatting in the lounge. At this time, when they heard the news outside, they had already gathered around!

These people are also secretly strange, did not expect that someone could not see Master Zhao's words, but also with master Zhao's most proud disciple calligraphy competition, so they have volunteered to judge.

A referee reported a bank account. Xu Chao took out his mobile phone and quickly transferred 1.8 million to the other party's mobile phone.

When he Changbin saw that Xu Chao turned out 1.8 million yuan without blinking his eyes, he muttered in his heart: it's wrong! I can't see that this guy is actually a master who disguises himself as a pig and eats a tiger. He can turn out 1.8 million without blinking an eye. Maybe he has really got a work of Master Cheng!

This product will soon be happy again, the other side really has Master Cheng's works better! It's time to make a fortune!

This guy was thinking about the beauty in his heart, so he heard Xu Chao say: "my color head has come out, where's your color head?"

He Changbin immediately hesitated. Xu Chao's colorful head is too strong. Even if his colorful head is a little bit worse, it can't be too much worse. Otherwise, let alone Xu Chao's unwillingness, people around him will despise him and can't afford to lose him.

But where can he find something worth 1.8 million at one time?

When Xu Chao saw that he Changbin was in a dilemma, he sneered in his heart, but he said to master Zhao, the master of he Changbin: "even I have a work of Master Cheng Daokun. Master Zhao and Master Cheng are both in the book Association. Should they be old friends? I don't believe master Zhao doesn't have Master Cheng's works in his hands. Why don't you take them out now and make a colorful head for your apprentice? "

He Changbin suddenly changed his face and said, "friend, what do you mean? It's me who wants to compete with you, not my master. Why should I let my master make a show? "

He Changbin is very clear in his heart that his master does have a work of Master Cheng. It was given by Master Cheng on his master's birthday last year. Master Cheng's baby can't do it. How can he give it to him now?

Although he is confident that this work will not fall into Xu Chao's hands, he is not afraid of ten thousand, just in case! What if it's haunted?

"Ha ha, master Zhao is your master. You and I represent his face in the competition. Isn't it too much for him to give you a color? Besides, master Zhao and Master Cheng are friends. It's a big deal to ask for another one. "

"NIMA, do you think old man Cheng is such a good talker? It's a stone in the pit. It's smelly and hard. No one will be given face! Even if my master opened his mouth, he might not write a work for me! "

He Changbin cursed in his heart. He was about to change his head, but he heard that master had already said to Xu Chao: "ha ha, young man, it seems that you have enough confidence! OK, I'll also take out a work of Master Cheng as the color head, but now I don't take it with me. I'm not as proud as my little brother, and I don't have $1.8 million here. I'll use my old face as a mortgage. I don't know if you can rest assured? "

"OK, you are a master, well-known in the whole country. There are so many witnesses. I believe in you." Xu Chao said.

The following is the question. Several judges discuss it. In order to let the two players play at their best, they don't make a question for the competition. They can play at will and write what they are good at.

Some people have already taken away the red paper cut from the big case and spread it with rice paper for calligraphy. Of course, he Changbin won't let it go. He will come to the end first.

The first floor of the originally crowded teahouse has become more crowded. People who can't see outside all stretch their necks. Some people, regardless of the waiter's dissuasion, directly stand on the table, and those who are a little more particular stand on the chairs.

In fact, most of these people on the outside don't know calligraphy, but the bet is too big. They may not have much idea about the value of Master Cheng's works, but Xu Chao's 1.8 million yuan was highlighted, and their interest was immediately linked up. They wanted to see whether master Zhao's tall and powerful or Xu Chao's strong.

These people, with their eyes wide open, craned their necks to "eat melons", whispered in private:

"Brother, who do you think can win?"

"I don't need to ask? Of course, master Zhao's disciples can win! Master Zhao has been practicing calligraphy for 60 years. What's the difference between his apprentices? "

"I think so too. It seems that this young man introduced himself as Xu Chao? I haven't heard of such a person in the calligraphy world. "

"The key is that he said he had no apprenticeship! Isn't that the way out? How much can we achieve? "

These are the people who look down on Xu Chao, and others are optimistic about Xu Chao, so they say one after another:

"I don't think so. Without three sacred sands, I dare not overthrow Xiqi. This is not a child's house, nor is it a fight to eat chicken, but the two sides took out the real gold and silver as the color head! "

"Yes! More than 1.8 million! Even if Xu Chao is a local tyrant, he won't take the money and float away, will he? People must have a bottom in their mind before they dare to bet! "

"Well, don't say it. Master Zhao's disciples are ready to start. Don't disturb others to play!"

People's voices were a little less, and their eyes were all on he Changbin, who had already stood behind the big case.

After all, he Changbin is a disciple of the master. Whether his handwriting is good or not, the teacher learned 80% or 90% first. I saw him standing behind the big case, not in a hurry to pick up the pen, but slightly drooping eyelids, brewing a burst of emotion.

When Xu Chao was impatient, he just picked up his pen and began to write like a fly, but it was Zhang Ji's Night Mooring on the maple bridge.

He Changbin's handwriting is also regular script. His strokes are round and smooth, and his strokes are broken and even. It can be seen that he has indeed made painstaking efforts in calligraphy.

When he Changbin received the pen, there was a sound of praise around him.

"Ha ha, Changbin is becoming more and more skillful. Master Zhao is really good at teaching."

"Although this word has not yet got rid of the stereotype of its predecessors, it is really quite good."

"Originally, I always regarded my apprentices as treasures. Compared with master Zhao, my apprentices are waste materials."

"The teacher is a famous teacher and the apprentice is a master. It really deserves the reputation."

This is the praise from the elders of the book Association. Those young people of the same generation as he Changbin even beat them fiercely: "ha, I've been practicing hard behind closed doors all this time. I thought I had shortened the gap with brother Changbin, but I didn't expect that the distance is bigger now!"

"Well, I'm afraid brother Changbin will be the most successful one in our generation in the future."

"Elder brother Changbin, you have to write a picture for me later. No, you have to write ten pictures for me. After appreciation, I will become a multimillionaire."

Xu Chao is a little funny. He not only laughs at the words of he Changbin, but also laughs at these people!