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Jiang Xuesong asked: "What signature?"

Chen Xinhan: "Please give me a palm of your hand with the signature on this book. I have read a lot of calligraphy works, and this signature gives me a special feeling."

"Why are you special?"

Jiang Xuesong put on presbyopia glasses and said.

Chen Xinhan coughed lightly and said, "Mr. Jiang, I am not good at my level and can't say it. But I always feel very comfortable to watch. I can even be fascinated by reading an autograph."

Jiang Xuesong smiled and said, "That means that your realm is OK. Ordinary people, looking at mountains is mountains; looking at water is water."

"You should have reached the second level. Seeing mountains is not mountains, and seeing water is not water."

"Take it to me and see."

Chen Xinhan quickly opened the book.

"Old Master Jiang, this is the signature."

Jiang Xuesong smiled and said, "It's Lin Yu. Someone has shown it to me, and his calligraphy skills are quite high."

"Huh--"

Jiang Xuesong was stunned.

He leaned closer and looked carefully.

One second, two seconds, three seconds...

Chen Xinhan didn't say anything. He waited quietly. After five minutes, Jiang Xuesong breathed a sigh of relief: "Awesome, Lin Yu's calligraphy level is above mine."

"I originally thought I was better than him, but now it seems that he has broken through to a higher level."

Chen Xinhan: "Mr. Jiang, the realm you are talking about is-"

Jiang Xuesong took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes: "My calligraphy is OK, but now he is a little famous, but in the long river of history, I am nothing."

"Lin Yu's calligraphy is comparable to Yan Liu."

Chen Xinhan said in shock: "Yan Zhenqing, Liu Gongquan? Mr. Jiang, are you a bit over-reputable?"

Yan Zhenqing and his friends are also top calligraphers in the long river of history, and the only one is the calligrapher Wang Xizhi.

"Not."

"Lin Yu's level is indeed so high. But it's strange. Why haven't I heard of anyone who is so powerful in the calligraphy world?"

Jiang Xuesong said in confusion.

Chen Xinhan: "Mr. Jiang, maybe he just signed a good person, and other words may be average."

Jiang Xuesong shook his head: "Xiao Chen, it's impossible. Do you think that if you haven't reached this level, you can reach this level by writing more?"

"If you don't have that level, you won't understand it."

Chen Xinhan smiled awkwardly.

He is one of the people who can't understand it.

Jiang Xuesong: "Xiao Chen, I'm not talking about you. You can see that it is not simple, and its level is pretty good."

"Where is Master Linyu? I'll visit you."

Chen Xinhan hurriedly said, "Mr. Jiang, you are in your 80s, how can you go on a long journey? Lin Yu is a fairy tale author on our website."

"ah?"

Jiang Xuesong was stunned for a moment.

"Write fairy tales for you at his level?"

Chen Xinhan nodded: "He created very well fairy tales. This is the book he published, and he sold millions of copies in a few days."

"well!"

Jiang Xuesong sighed.

"Calligraphy is not profitable, you make money. There are not many calligraphy of his level in the country who can understand it."

Chen Xinhan said respectfully: "Mr. Jiang, although calligraphy is not profitable, he has a high status as a top calligraphy master and may be remembered forever."

Jiang Xuesong: "It is entirely possible that Master Lin Yu will be remembered forever."

"That's all for me."

"Xiao Chen, Master Lin Yu is 60 or 70 years old?"

Chen Xinhan was stunned.

Lin Chen is sixty or seventy years old?

"Mr. Jiang, he hasn't."

Jiang Xuesong said in shock: "He is still only in his fifties? This age is amazing at such a state."

Chen Xinhan coughed lightly and said, "Mr. Jiang, please calm down first. Lin Yu is still in his twenties."

Jiang Xuesong was stunned.

Half a minute passed, he shook his head: "Impossible, absolutely impossible. How can I reach such a state in my twenties?"

Chen Xinhan said, "Mr. Jiang, I have seen him. He is indeed only in his twenties now."

Jiang Xuesong put on reading glasses again.

He looked at the signature for a while.

"Impossible."

"Can someone else sign it for him?"

Jiang Xuesong said in disbelief.

Chen Xinhan said, "It should be impossible, right? He has a very strong fairy tale creation, so there is no need to fake it on it. If someone finds out, it will be a huge stain."

Jiang Xuesong: "Xiao Chen, can you contact him? Can you ask him to write a piece for me? I will pay 300,000."

"I'll ask for you now?"

Chen Xinhan said.

Jiang Xuesong nodded: "Yes, just write the preface to the Lanting Collection."

Chen Xinhan called Lin Chen: "Boss Lin Yu, is it convenient for you now? Something to do is come to you."

Lin Chen's voice came over: "Convenient, what's the matter?"

Chen Xinhan said: "Boss Lin Yu, I know a calligraphy enthusiast, he thinks youThe signature is very good, I want to ask you for a work of 300,000 yuan. ”

"May I?"

Lin Chen was surprised: "Three hundred thousand?"

He originally thought that calligraphy could make a lot of money, but after he actually came up, he checked it and seemed a little naive.

Nowadays, too few people know calligraphy.

Computers and mobile phones are popular, and many people write less and worse.

Calligraphy works in the live broadcast room, packaged in 199, free shipping to home!

You said you write better than them?

How can ordinary people understand it!

"Yes, he wants a preface to the Lanting Collection, can he do it?"

Chen Xinhan asked.

Lin Chen smiled, 300,000.

How can you not make this money?

In the past, he had to work for several thousand yuan a month, but he had to work for several years with 300,000 yuan!

"No problem, I will send you a courier after writing it."

"Okay OK."

Chen Xinhan hung up the phone and said, "Mr. Jiang, I will deliver it to you as soon as I receive the goods."

"Um."

Jiang Xuesong nodded, "I'll transfer the money to you. You give him the money first, and you have to pay for the work first."

Soon Jiang Xuesong transferred 300,000 yuan to Chen Xinhan.

He lives in a villa worth tens of millions, and there are tens of millions of dollars in the bank, and 300,000 is not much for him.

"It's not bad that you can make money by living calligraphy works."

Lin Chen muttered in his heart.

I took Lin Xiaoqian and Lin Chen to the Four Treasures Store to buy all the things, and the pen, ink, paper and inkstone were the best.

If someone spends 300,000 yuan to buy, he cannot fool others.

Maybe it can be repurchased?

Although fairy tales make a lot of money, they are still not fast enough.

"Dad, what are you doing?"

When he returned home, Lin Xiaoqian said in confusion.

Lin Chen smiled and said, "Dad is writing. Xiao Qian, you haven't read the words that dad has written more. Dad is writing now, so you can take a look next to you."

"Uh-huh."

"Dad, I'll be very well-behaved."

Lin Xiaoqian, sitting on the dining chair, said.

Lin Chen spread the paper and recalled the preface of Lanting Collection in his mind.

His calligraphy is now at the level of master, and all kinds of fonts are master, so of course he knows how to write Wang Xizhi's running script.

He also has a very high understanding of the preface to the Lanting Collection.

"In the ninth year of Yonghe, the year is in Guichou, at the beginning of late spring—"

With ink and writing, Lin Chen wrote it up and flowing water.

Lin Xiaoqian looked at Lin Chen quietly.

Lin Chen is now concentrated in spirit and has extraordinary momentum.

When signing, Lin Chen did whatever he wanted and used an ordinary signature pen, but his level was not fully demonstrated.

Now that people are sincerely asking for purchases, he can't make do with it.

"call!"

After finishing writing all three hundred words, Lin Chen breathed a sigh of relief.

After checking it, Lin Chen smiled on his face.

Although it was the first time I wrote it, the system made him feel as if he had written it thousands of times, and there was no problem with the work.

"Lin Chen!"

Lin Chen signed his name.

"Dad, you're so handsome."

Lin Xiaoqian looked at Lin Chen and said with admiration.

Lin Chen shaved her little nose and smiled, "Xiao Qian, you are so young, do you know what handsomeness is?"

"Hehe, my dad is the most handsome anyway."

Lin Xiaoqian said with a sweet smile.