Super Rich: Compensation for failure is 10,000 times

The old man was sitting in the hall, and the old man was sitting in the hall.

Zhang Hao and Jiang Baixue walked in, and under the guidance of Xie Lei, they began to walk around slowly, looking at the calligraphy of many calligraphers.

Most calligraphers have finished their works.

Running script, regular script, cursive script...

Ou style, Yan style...

Some are beautiful, some are vigorous, some are magnificent, some are elegant, and some are elegant.

It's really good.

If you buy a pair and hang it in your study, the style will be improved.

And most of the works of calligraphers have the potential to appreciate in value.

Some wealthy people waved checks, waiting to buy the works of calligraphy masters and top masters.

Calligraphy master Su Shanshui and several masters commented on many calligraphy works one by one.

The characteristics were mentioned in a few words.

And pointed out the flaws.

Very knowledgeable.

And the calligraphy works with high evaluation will be bought on the spot.

This is not a formal auction.

But it is almost the same.

"This calligraphy is not bad."

Zhang Hao did not listen to Su Shanshui's evaluation at all. He looked at the beautiful and cold calligraphy and was slightly moved.

"Shh, keep your voice down, this is Zhou Yaxin's calligraphy. If she hears your evaluation, I'm afraid she will laugh at you again."

Xie Lei said in a low voice.

"That vase is not a good person, but the calligraphy is okay."

Zhang Hao shook his head.

"Qin Hui and Cai Jing's calligraphy are also very good, but they are treacherous ministers. It can be seen that calligraphy has little to do with character."

Jiang Baixue said on the side.

After all, he is a writer of online novels and is very familiar with historical figures.

"Hey, hey, hey, why are you pointing fingers at my calligraphy? You two street vendors can't afford to pay for damaging my work."

"Xie Lei, what do you mean? Bringing two street vendors in, can they come in here?"

"Xie Lei, you lived with a street vendor last night, do you think he can evolve into a scholar?"

Zhou Yaxin rushed over, her face full of contempt.

Finally caught the opportunity, can take a little revenge.

"Security, security, why did you let two street vendors in? Can such despicable people like them come in?"

"Two street vendors, get out of here, don't ruin our calligraphy. Even if you set up street vendors for a lifetime, you can't afford to pay for one word."

"..."

Lu Aishu also rushed over, sneered and looked down on him.

"Is this the word you wrote?"

Zhang Hao pointed to a piece of calligraphy next to him and asked with a sneer.

"Yes, it's easy to sell a few hundred thousand. Tell me, can you earn that much in your lifetime?"

Lu Aishu said proudly.

"Is this calligraphy? It's just garbage. It disgusts me."

After Zhang Hao finished speaking, he spit on it.

Jiang Baixue immediately touched his forehead. It's over. It's really over.

This time there is trouble again.

Zhang Hao is a trouble king. Wherever he goes, there is trouble.

It's okay to say it's garbage, but you can't spit on it.

However, we share the difficulties and the happiness.

So, he also spit quickly, "Garbage, so disgusting."

"This is also garbage, pu..."

Zhang Hao spit another mouthful of saliva on Zhou Yaxin's calligraphy

"Garbage, I spit..."

Jiang Baixue also immediately spit on it.

Xie Lei was stunned.

But secretly pleased.

When she came in just now, the two guys ridiculed her and the street vendors for living together.

They were willing to be lowly and blind.

Now they can vent their anger.

"You, you, you are looking for death."

"You, you, you bastard."

Lu Aishu and Zhou Yaxin were so angry that their eyes turned black.

If they didn't know that Zhang Hao was powerful, they might have beaten him.

This was simply a naked insult.

It was too much of an insult.

That was something no one could tolerate.

"What happened again?"

Calligraphy master Su Shanshui and calligraphy master Wang Jiaju came over with dark faces.

"These two street vendors spit on our calligraphy and said it was garbage."

"Not only did they destroy my work, but this is an insult. I will never give up today."

Lu Aishu and Zhou Yaxin were extremely angry.

Everyone opened their eyes wide and found that there was really saliva on the two calligraphy works.

Their faces turned black.

This was the first time they had seen such a thing.

It's so humiliating.

A calligrapher was humiliated by two street vendors?

How can this be tolerated?

"Is this your spit?"

Su Shanshui's tone was cold, and his eyes were also cold.

He hated two people so much at once.

"Yes, we spit. Such rubbish calligraphy is disgusting."

Zhang Hao admitted without hesitation.

"You, a street vendor, are also qualified to say our calligraphy?"

"What qualifications do you have to say it is rubbish?"

"Are you deliberately insulting calligraphers?"

"Our calligraphy works belong to us. You spit on them, so you must compensate."

"These two pieces of calligraphy are worth two million. You must compensate and apologize."

"..."

Have many calligraphy masters ever seen such arrogant street vendors?

They were indignant and furious.

"I'm not saying that the works of everyone here are rubbish. I just said that these two pieces of calligraphy are rubbish."

Zhang Hao said lightly, "Why are you angry?"

"Young man, you are very arrogant, do you know? I want to ask you, can you read? Have you ever written calligraphy?"

Su Shanshui was completely angry.

Of course he heard that Zhang Hao looked down on any piece of calligraphy.

It was really arrogant.

What will happen if we don't teach him a lesson today?

"He knows his own name."

"I don't think he knows his own name either."

"He has never written with a brush, he has only swept the floor with a broom."

"..."

Lu Aishu, Zhou Yaxin, and some calligraphers laughed at the same time.

"Hahaha..."

More people laughed with contempt.

"You are an illiterate, and you dare to humiliate us calligraphers?"

"You dare to spit on the calligraphy works, this time you will lose everything."

Lu Aishu continued to sneer.

His face was full of contempt and disdain.

It was as if he was the sky high above, and Zhang Hao was the humble ant on the ground, so insignificant.

"I can read and publish novels. I have also written calligraphy, but I can't write such garbage."

Zhang Hao looked at Su Shanshui and faced the hard steel.

This old man has been helping Lu Aishu to get ahead, and he has to be beaten.

Otherwise, if it gets out in the future, it will be bad to hear that the world's number one writer and calligrapher was taught a lesson by an old man.

"Looking for death..."

Su Shanshui and all the calligraphers were furious.

Too arrogant, too arrogant.

Published a novel?

Still saying that the works of the two calligraphers are rubbish?

If they don't crush you today, how can they face people?

"So you are a master like the Shaolin monk. May I ask what masterpieces you have published? It can't be an online novel, right?"

Su Shanshui suppressed his anger and asked with a sneer.

Prepare to defeat them one by one, and beat Zhang Hao to pieces one by one.

He is an old stubborn man who despises online novels the most.

Often criticizes.

Now he has found another opportunity.