Demonic Cultivation in a Mountain Village

On the high platform, Ren Xun, Qi Zejiang and others stood beside Ge Dachun, waiting to see Ge Dachun write.

Looking at Qiao Zhengchu's polishing techniques, Ren Xun praised: "Mr. Ge really has a successor, your eldest disciple, I remember his name is Qiao Zhengchu, right?

Just by looking at his tepid and unhurried way when grinding, you can tell that he must be a true disciple of you. "

Qiao Zhengchu smiled slightly and said in a neither humble nor condescending manner: "Mr. Ren, that's a compliment."

Ge Dachun stroked his beard and smiled: "Mr. Ren, I have accepted three disciples in my life, and the one I am most proud of is indeed the eldest disciple Qiao Zhengchu.

Not only is Qiao Zhengchu's calligraphy truly passed down to me, but the most important thing is that he is a humble man, neither impatient nor impatient, mature and steady, both in life and in work.

This is why I am willing to bring him here today. "

Not everyone can participate in today's banquet. People like Jing Xiu and others, if they don't get invitations and invitations, even millionaires will be rejected.

Without Ge Dachun's leadership, even though Qiao Zhengchu was well-known in the calligraphy world, he would not be qualified to participate.

And Qiao Zhengchu also cherished this opportunity very much. It was a rare opportunity to show his face in front of so many celebrities in Handong Province, so every move he made after walking into the venue hall was done deliberately and prepared for it.

Take the current grinding as an example. He holds the ink stick in his right hand, holds the cuff of his right hand with his left hand, and slowly grinds it in the inkstone. A little bit of ink is produced, which is full of cultural beauty and makes everyone who looks at it feel moved. It seemed to have calmed down.

Seeing the admiring looks in everyone's eyes and hearing Ren Xun's praise, Qiao Zhengchu felt happy, but his face remained calm, maintaining the image of a polite and humble gentleman.

Gu Hansheng, president of the Medical University and vice president of the National Association of Traditional Chinese Medicine, is a famous old Chinese medicine practitioner and is very fond of calligraphy.

After all, many of the Chinese medical documents he has studied throughout his life are ancient and unique, and he has come into contact with a lot of calligraphy.

After hearing Ren Xun's praise, Gu Hansheng also praised: "From what I can see from Qiao Zhengchu's polishing techniques, his calligraphy must be extremely exquisite.

How about asking Qiao Zhengchu to write one after Mr. Ge finishes writing it later? "

Qiao Zhengchu was overjoyed. This was the opportunity he had been dreaming of. Once he wrote a poem in front of so many people and received praise, his reputation would be completely spread tomorrow.

By then, the number of people who come to ask for his calligraphy treasures will inevitably increase, and his calligraphy treasures will inevitably increase in value, doubling in value, and may even sell for tens of thousands of yuan per calligraphy!

Ge Dachun glanced at Qiao Zhengchu and said with a smile: "Principal Gu is flattering me. I'm afraid it will make people laugh if I use the qualifications obtained by a scoundrel here."

Gu Hansheng said with a smile: "No, no, I'm looking forward to it very much.

Well, Mr. Ge's handwriting is given to the Chamber of Commerce, and we don't dare to ask for it.

Qiao Zhengchu’s words will come out later, how about using it as a charity auction?

Those present who are interested can bid to buy it, and the highest bidder will get it. The money from the sale will be used to donate to charities. It can also be regarded as a good deed for the establishment of today's Chamber of Commerce. "

When everyone heard Gu Hansheng's suggestion, they all found it interesting and agreed one after another.

Ge Dachun nodded with a smile and said: "Well, let's let the scoundrel show his embarrassment to you later."

Qiao Zhengchu was immediately overjoyed at this moment. He never expected that this Gu Hansheng, whom he had never met before, would be so helpful. This suggestion could directly push his fame to the top.

Think about it, in the newspaper news tomorrow, there will be a line like this: On the night when the Handong Province Chamber of Commerce Federation was established, the famous calligrapher Qiao Zhengchu

A copy of the calligraphy was auctioned by everyone, and all the high prices sold were donated to charities.

It doesn't matter if he can't get the money, donating it to charity is a magic touch, and it can push his reputation to the top at once.

Because of the surprise in his heart, Qiao Zhengchu's hand holding the ink stick began to tremble slightly.

Fortunately, the ink was almost polished now, and there was no need for him to continue polishing it. Ge Dachun picked up the expensive brush, soaked it with ink, and began to write with flying colors under the expectant eyes of everyone.

At this moment, Fang Lin came to the high platform, stood beside Qiao Zhengchu, and looked at Qiao Zhengchu.

Qiao Zhengchu had just suppressed the excitement in his heart. He turned around and saw Fang Lin. His heart was shocked again. He smiled politely and asked, "I wonder if President Fang has studied calligraphy?"

Fang Lin shook his head and said, "No."

"Uh..." Qiao Zhengchu was startled for a moment. When he usually asked others this question, the other party would basically say that they understood a little bit, or would like to ask for advice, etc.

Unexpectedly, Fang Lin said no so casually.

After being slightly startled, Qiao Zhengchu said with a smile: "Then why don't you dare to explain to President Fang the meaning of family master?"

Fang Lin glanced at Ge Dachun's writing, smiled faintly, and said, "Okay, you tell me."

Ge Dachun wrote the famous work "The Journey Is Difficult" by Li Bai, a poet from the Tang Dynasty.

But I saw a poem composed of thick and powerful fonts, which gradually appeared on the paper with each stroke.

Gold bottles of wine cost ten thousand coins, and jade plates cost ten thousand coins.

Stopping the cup and throwing chopsticks, I can't eat. I draw my sword and look around at a loss.

If you want to cross the Yellow River, which is blocked by ice, you will have to climb the snow-covered mountains of Taihang.

When I was free to go fishing on the Bixi River, I suddenly took a boat and dreamed of the sun.

The journey is difficult, the journey is difficult

, there are many different roads, now we are at peace.

There will be times when the wind blows and the waves break, and the clouds and sails are hung directly to help the sea.

The poem "The Journey Is Difficult" expresses the poet Li Bai's indomitable spirit of striving to catch up. It is extremely appropriate to give it to the Chamber of Commerce and Industry, as it has a certain meaning.

Qiao Zhengchu composed himself, pointed to the characters of the poem and said: "The characters written by my master are in regular script. The writing in regular script is freer than regular script and more regular than cursive script. This type of font has been the most popular throughout the ages.

However, compared with Saint Wang, the family master's character is not too generous.

President Fang’s calligraphy is free in style, with connected strokes in different positions. It is flexible and diverse, but also rigorous. It emphasizes following the trend. Without decades of skills, there is no way to achieve this. realm..."

Fang Lin is the protagonist of today's banquet. He has huge assets and amazing wealth, even surpassing the older generation of business tycoons such as Ren Xun and Qi Zejiang.

The most important thing is that he is still so young. As time goes by, his achievements will surely be even more impressive.

Qiao Zhengchu also tried his best to explain this word to Fang Lin from all aspects, in order to leave a good impression in front of Fang Lin.

Compared with the older generation of business tycoons such as Ren Xun and Shen Wanchong, he is more willing to get the favor of the upstart Fang Lin.

After everyone heard Qiao Zhengchu's explanation from simple to profound, they couldn't help but understand Ge Dachun's words better, and they were all overjoyed.

Fang Lin, on the other hand, couldn't tell whether he was happy or angry. He just let Qiao Zhengchu talk on the side, only nodding and humming from time to time.

Gu Hansheng sighed, shook his head and said: "Sigh, Mr. Ge's calligraphy is good, but he has no chance of us.

This inscription will probably be framed and hung in President Fang Lin's office in the future.

Now I really want to see Qiao Zhengchu’s calligraphy. I hope no one wants to compete with me so that I can get this calligraphy! "