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Zhao Mo was speechless, forget it, they want to pay this unjust money, let them get it.

The next thing to shoot was a picture, which seemed to be written on the spot by a master of the island country, and Zhao Mo left without any interest.

Xu Ruizhi wanted to follow him, but when he saw a small tail with a live broadcast behind him, he didn’t move after thinking about it.

“Boy, go back and sign my name.”

Zhao Mo scratched his head and said, “Leader, it seems that my first draft is still with you.” ”

It was handed over to the printing house before, but when Zhao Mo asked for Lao Fu, he knew that he was accepted by the leader again.

The leader’s eyes lit up: “How about you get a hand-copied version?” ”

Zhao Mo decisively ran away, God, more than 500,000 words, you really dare to speak.

When I came to the calligraphy and painting area, I saw that everyone was splashing ink, and there was a lot of calligraphy, to be honest, Zhao Mo really couldn’t appreciate it.

There were many people around a table, and everyone held their breath and watched a man of about sixty years old in the middle waving.

Zhao Mo walked over curiously, the old man’s writing was really good, there were European bones, and it was actually the butterfly love flower before him.

Seeing a book next to him, he knew that the old man was a friend of that Kotaro.

“Mr. Omori’s words are sure to be the god of European sports.”

“It’s a pity that the two presidents Wu and Zheng in China didn’t come this time, and the rest really can’t handle it compared to Mr. Omori.”

“This old man is good, but he is also too proud.”

“Who told us that we have no skills, we have just ended, but only on calligraphy, it is indeed inferior to others.”

Zhao Mo listened to everyone’s discussion and was not impressed.

The entire eastern part of the country is influenced by the Chinese civilization, strictly speaking, it belongs to the Han cultural circle,

and a few calligraphy are good and can be understood.

Omori stopped writing, straightened up and looked at his masterpiece, nodded with satisfaction

, and then raised his eyes to look around, when he saw Zhao Mo, he smiled proudly:

“Calligraphy is passed down from you, but it has been passed down in my hands, I have to say that this

is a tragedy, Mr. Zhao’s stone note I also read, although there is no suspicion of disease and moaning, but it can also be called a good work.”

It’s just that this hard pen is not a little flattering.

Zhao Mo was also not angry, and said indifferently:

“People are progressing, soft pen evolved to hard pen, because hard pen writing is more convenient

, moreover, the ruler is longer, the inch is short, everyone specializes in different directions, naturally the field of good at is different.”

It’s not interesting to compete with an old man, and Zhao defaults to thinking that his limelight was a little big before, and now it’s better to converge.

“Oh, what Mr. Zhao said is reasonable, they all said that they were good at this before!”

Omori transferred his hatred with one move, and sure enough, several domestic people present turned red when they heard this.

Zhao Mo shook his head, did not answer this sentence, felt a little hungry, and was about to find something to eat

, but Omori obviously did not want to let him go so easily, looked at his back and said:

“What Mr. Zhao just said, does it mean that inheritance is not important?”

No wonder, otherwise your stunts won’t be my turn to inherit, right?

Zhao Mo turned his head and looked at him coldly, this old man misinterpreted the meaning of others, but he was a good hand.

“Mr. Omori is it, I don’t seem to have said that inheritance is not

important, on the contrary, I think inheritance is very important, and what I mean is that it is impossible for us to copy the way of life of our ancestors, who lived

in caves earlier, and if we ignore social progress and insist on following the ancient world, then I ask, is Mr. Omori still living in a cave?”

Ma Dan, the old man is not a good person, and Zhao Mo is naturally no longer polite.

The old man was not angry, and looked at his calligraphy and said

, “The poetry is okay, it’s a pity.” Mr. Zhao, do you think it’s worth it for you to shoot 5 million a book?

Zhao Mo suddenly understood in his heart.

Omori targeted him, or because his books were sold at a high price, perhaps overshadowing the price of his calligraphy, so he would do this.

He thought for a while and said:

“Whether it is worth it or not, I said it or not, I think it is worth a hundred yuan a book, but there are people who like it and are willing to buy it at a price that is a hundred times higher.”

So why don’t you ask Mr. Kota if it’s worth spending this money?

Zhao Mo was really too lazy to take care of this old man, and was just about to leave, but saw a person running over to Omori and said

, “Mr. Omori, your word auction is over, and you were auctioned away for 1.8 million.”

The caller’s tone was excited, but Omori was not only unhappy, but his face became colder and he snorted softly.

Facing Zhao Mo’s back, he said: “Mr. Zhao’s ancient writing is acceptable, I believe that the book is not bad, how about leaving a ink treasure?”

Zhao Mo turned around and looked at Omori coldly, with a slight struggle in his heart.

“Mr. Omori, what do you mean by this, if the ancient text is written well, the brush writing should be good?”

“Mr. Omori, you copied Zhao Mo’s poems quite well, why don’t you write a poem yourself to open our eyes?”

Not bad, several people in the country united the front at this moment, and they all spoke out one after another.

Omori looked at a few people and said with a light smile: “You guys write better than me?” Or you guys will write it.

In a word, several people instantly lost their voices.

……

People watching the live broadcast in China scolded angrily when they saw this.

“This old man is sick, challenge with his professional expertise and people.”

“There are no tigers in the mountains, monkeys are overlords, and several real masters of the Book Association this time did not go.”

“To tell you the truth, Omori’s words are still famous, I hope Zhao Mo will not be provoked to do stupid things.”

“Zhao Mo calm down.”

“This Omori just has bad intentions and has been setting a trap for Zhao Mo.”

“Who said that Zhao Mo’s emotional intelligence is not high, what he said just now is quite good.”

“I finally saw that this old man was unhappy with the high price of Zhao Mo’s book.”

“It’s because Zhao Mo’s auction price exceeds his calligraphy.”

“This is the heart, and it is good to say that it inherits the essence of Huaxia.”

“Normal, what they have always understood is one-sided and skinny.”

“Look, as long as Zhao Mo doesn’t commit stupidity.”

“Yes, wait for a few calligraphers in China to meet, see if the old man dares to be arrogant.”

“Zhao Mo has never admitted this product, this is what I am most worried about.”

“I’ll go, upstairs said this, and I’m worried too.”

……

Calligraphy Association, some people are watching the live broadcast, paying attention to the performance of the people who went in the country this year.

Just saw the scene of Omori embarrassing Zhao Mo, and hurriedly told the president, it just so happened that several big guys were in a meeting today, and frowned when they heard this:

“This Omori is too unspeakable, this is not bullying juniors.”

“This year is our mistake, I or Lao Zheng always have to go to one.”

The person who spoke was called Feng Shouheng, representing the current peak level of the domestic industry, so he was not modest in speaking.

Zheng Changshan shook his head and said, “Afterthought, we are now far from quenching our thirst.”

The chairman suddenly asked, “Have you seen Comrade Xiao Zhao’s brush writing, and can he write it?”

Everyone shook their heads in unison.

The president sighed and said, “It is said that Xiao Zhao can write stone notes, and everyone can see his poetry skills, and these are not separated from calligraphy.”

Zheng Changshan looked at it more objectively:

“Xiao Zhao is there, and we all know that there is a genius in poetry, there are always three or five such people in history

, but the calligraphy is different, this requires great perseverance to practice, Xiao Zhao does not necessarily have this time.”

Zheng Changshan is a typical cultural person, and his words are quite tactful, and he is worried that Zhao Mo will not be able to calm down to practice words, so he has no time to replace it.

Everyone knew that he was telling the truth, and then let out a long sigh.

The president snorted lightly: “In the name of the Calligraphy Association, call Omori, if he dares to embarrass Xiao Zhao again, don’t blame us for smashing the field next time.”

Feng Shouheng nodded and said, “Just do it, I’ll call you.” ”

……

At home, my mother had just made lunch, and my father had also returned home.

As soon as the wine was poured, he saw that his son was squeezed.

“Can our son write with a brush?”

The old mother looked up as if rummaging through her memory.

Dad thought for a while and said: “I learned, when he was a child, Uncle Wu next door said that he had talent, didn’t he teach for a summer vacation, Uncle Wu moved, it seems that he hasn’t learned it since.”

The old mother slapped on the table angrily:

“It’s all to blame you, I don’t pay attention to Xiao Mo’s education at all, Uncle Wu said that he has talent, and you still don’t let him insist on learning.”

Dad was speechless, and he was blamed on himself again.

“Let’s make some sense, when my son was young, I only needed to protect you as soon as I hit

you, and now…” The old mother snorted softly: “Seeing that our son is squeezed now, I am angry, as the old saying goes, the son does not teach the father, who do not look for you?”

Dad drank the wine in the glass in one sip, and said a little depressed: “The old saying still says that a loving mother is a loser.”

“Zhao Zhiguo, what do you say, be louder.”

“I said that thanks to your education since childhood, Xiao Mo is so good today.

Don’t worry, our son is not a child again, he just doesn’t write, what else can the old man do. ”

……

At the scene, one stepped forward and said lightly: “Let me try?”

A man said and walked over, glanced at Omori’s calligraphy, and then nodded and said, “It’s so good.” ”

The person who came was none other than Feng Xuezhang, who had taken Zhao Mo’s second stone book 50 million before.

Omori frowned, at this time there was actually a strong one, just when the mobile phone rang, he looked at the incoming call and snorted softly, and had no intention of answering it, and casually handed the mobile phone to the student who came with him.

“President Feng, are you sure of winning?”

Zhao Mo knew that the other party was standing out for himself, so he would ask with concern.

His original intention is to say that there is no plan to win, it is a big deal to make a big deal himself, just try the system’s advanced calligraphy.

“It’s not as good as Omori’s writing, don’t worry, you can get it.”

Saying that, he had walked to the front of the case, slightly closed his eyes to recuperate.

Lao Feng’s meaning is very clear, he will not be too ugly to lose, this is also afraid that Zhao Mo will be too embarrassed to write poorly brush words.

Seeing him like this, Zhao Mo was not good to say anything.

……

On the domestic Internet, seeing that it was not Zhao Mo who made a move, everyone was relieved in unison.

“Who is this person, do you know anyone?”

“Feng Xuezhang, Chairman of Jingcheng Tianrun Group.”

“Merchant?”

“I remember that he seemed to be a member of the Beijing Calligraphy Association.”

“Yes, Feng Xuezhang is a Confucian businessman, and his words are quite good.”

“Can you win this Omori?”

“It’s better to win, I can’t wait to see this old man being punched in the face.”

……

“Xiao Feng’s words are difficult!”

Calligraphy Association, Lao Zheng saw that it was Feng Xuezhang who appeared, shook his head and sighed.

Feng Shouheng didn’t even answer two phone calls, and said angrily:

“This Omori, sooner or later I will teach him a good lesson and tell him that grandchildren will always be grandchildren.”

The chairman looked at the screen and said:

“Xiao Feng still has a pattern, knowing that he can’t be better than it, this is to protect Xiao Zhao’s face, and he has a great courage.”

“That Omori, why did you set your sights on Xiao Zhao?”

One of them asked.

Zheng Changshan smiled bitterly and said: “Why else, it’s not a false name, his word auction price has not even reached half of the price of Xiao Zhaoshu

, this old boy’s heart has always been high, seeing Zhao Mo so young, naturally he has to target it.”

“Even if this kind of person writes well, what is the use?”

“Alas, in the end, there was no one to subdue him on the scene, what a mistake this time.”

……

Feng Xuezhang steadied his mind and took a pen and wrote on a newly laid piece of rice paper:

“Ask what love is in the world, directly teach life and death…”

This poem is the poem he took on the stone and signed by Zhao Mo before.

Zhao Mo looked at it, Lao Feng wrote well, it was a typical royal body, he sighed in his heart, too heavy than shape, craftsmanship is heavy

, if it is against Omori, there is really no chance of victory.

After looking at it, Lao Feng smiled and shook his head and said: ”

It’s really extraordinary, but compared to Mr. Sen, it’s still not as good, I’m willing to bow down, and this matter will end like this.”

Feng Xuezhang was really elegant, frankly admitted that his skills were inferior, and

wanted to expose the matter by admitting defeat himself.