The Goddess Brings The Baby To The House, Awakening The Daddy System!

Jiang Xuesong asked, "What signature?"

Chen Xinhan: "The signature on this book, please take a look. I've seen quite a few calligraphy works, and this signature gives me a special feeling."

"What's so special about it?"

Jiang Xuesong asked, putting on his reading glasses.

Chen Xinhan coughed lightly and said, "Old Mr. Jiang, my level is not good enough to explain it. But it always feels comfortable to look at. I can even get lost in looking at a signature."

Jiang Xuesong laughed and said, "That means your realm is okay. Ordinary people see mountains as mountains and water as water."

"You should have reached the second realm, seeing mountains not as mountains, and water not as water."

"Let me take a look."

Chen Xinhan quickly opened the book.

"Old Mr. Jiang, it's this signature."

Jiang Xuesong smiled and said, "It's Lin Yu. Someone showed it to me before. His calligraphy level is quite high."

"Huh—"

Jiang Xuesong paused.

He leaned closer and looked carefully.

One second, two seconds, three seconds...

Chen Xinhan didn't say anything, he waited quietly. Five minutes passed, and Jiang Xuesong let out a long breath: "Amazing, Lin Yu's calligraphy level is above mine."

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

Chen Xinhan: "Old Mr. Jiang, what realm are you talking about—"

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

"Lin Yu's calligraphy is enough to rival Yan and Liu."

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

Yan Zhenqing and Liu Gongquan are top calligraphers in the long river of history, and above them is only the Sage of Calligraphy, Wang Xizhi.

"No."

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

Jiang Xuesong said in confusion.

Chen Xinhan: "Old Mr. Jiang, maybe his signature is good, but other characters might be just average."

Jiang Xuesong shook his head: "Xiao Chen, that's impossible. Do you think you can reach this realm by writing a lot without reaching that level?"

"Without that level, you won't even be able to understand it."

Chen Xinhan chuckled awkwardly.

He was one of those who didn't understand.

Jiang Xuesong: "Xiao Chen, I'm not talking about you. You can tell it's not simple, your level is pretty good."

"Where is Lin Yu? I'll pay him a visit."

Chen Xinhan quickly said, "Old Mr. Jiang, you are over eighty years old, how can you travel so far? Lin Yu is a fairy tale author on our website."

"Ah?"

Jiang Xuesong was stunned.

"He is at this level, writing fairy tales for you?"

Chen Xinhan nodded: "His fairy tale creation is very powerful. This is his book, which sold millions of copies in a few days."

"Alas!"

Jiang Xuesong sighed.

"Calligraphy doesn't make money, but your kind makes money. Not many people in the country can understand his level of calligraphy."

Chen Xinhan respectfully said, "Old Mr. Jiang, although calligraphy doesn't make money, top calligraphy masters have high status and may even be remembered for centuries."

Jiang Xuesong: "It is entirely possible for Master Lin Yu to be remembered for centuries."

"Forget about someone like me who is just a dabbler."

"Xiao Chen, Master Lin Yu is sixty or seventy years old, right?"

Chen Xinhan was stunned.

Lin Chen is sixty or seventy years old?

"Old Mr. Jiang, he is not yet."

Jiang Xuesong said in shock: "He is only in his fifties? At this age, with this realm, amazing."

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

Jiang Xuesong was stunned.

Half a minute passed, and he shook his head: "Impossible, absolutely impossible, how can he reach this realm in his twenties?"

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

Jiang Xuesong put on his reading glasses again.

He looked at the signature again for a while.

"Impossible."

"Could it be that someone else signed it for him?"

Jiang Xuesong said in disbelief.

Chen Xinhan said, "It shouldn't be, right? His fairy tale creation is extremely strong, there is no need to fake it in this regard. If it is discovered, it would be a huge stain."

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

"I'll ask you now?"

Chen Xinhan said.

Jiang Xuesong nodded: "Yes, write the Lantingji Xu (Preface to the Poems Collected at the Orchid Pavilion)."

Chen Xinhan dialed Lin Chen's phone: "Master Lin Yu, are you available now? I have something to ask you."

Lin Chen's voice came over: "Available, what is it?"

Chen Xinhan said, "Master Lin Yu, I know a calligraphy enthusiast who thinks your signature is very good and wants to pay 300,000 for a piece of your work."

"Is that okay?"

Lin Chen was surprised: "300,000?"

He originally thought that he could make a lot of money with calligraphy, but after he actually started, he checked and found that he seemed a bit naive.

There are too few people who understand calligraphy now.

With the popularity of computers and mobile phones, many people write worse and worse.

Calligraphy works in the live broadcast room, 199 packaged and framed, free shipping!

You say you write better than them?

Ordinary people can't understand it!

"Yes, he wants a Lantingji Xu, is that okay?"

Chen Xinhan asked.

Lin Chen smiled, 300,000 ah.

How could he not make this money.

Before, he made a few thousand yuan a month, and 300,000 would take several years!

"No problem, I will send it to you by express delivery after it is written."

"Okay, okay."

After hanging up the phone, Chen Xinhan said, "Old Mr. Jiang, I will send it to you as soon as I receive the goods."

"Yes."

Jiang Xuesong nodded, "I will transfer the money to you. You pay him first. You have to pay first to ask for a work."

Soon Jiang Xuesong transferred 300,000 to Chen Xinhan.

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

"It's not bad that calligraphy works can earn money while alive."

Lin Chen muttered in his heart.

Taking Lin Xiaoqian, Lin Chen went to a stationery store to buy all the things he needed. The brushes, ink, paper, and inkstones were all the best.

People are asking for it with 300,000, so he can't fool them.

Maybe they will repurchase it?

Although fairy tales earn a lot, the speed is not fast enough.

"Daddy, what are you doing?"

Lin Xiaoqian asked in confusion when she got home.

Lin Chen smiled and said, "Daddy is writing. Xiaoqian, you haven't seen Daddy write much yet. Daddy will write now, and you can watch carefully from the side."

"Okay, okay."

"Daddy, I will be very good."

Lin Xiaoqian said, sitting on the dining chair.

Lin Chen spread out the paper, and he recalled the Lantingji Xu in his mind.

His calligraphy is now at the Grandmaster level, and all kinds of fonts are at the Grandmaster level. Of course, he knows Wang Xizhi's running script.

He also has a very high understanding of the Lantingji Xu.

"In the ninth year of Yonghe, in the year of Gui Chou, at the beginning of late spring—"

Dipping ink and wielding the brush, Lin Chen wrote smoothly.

Lin Xiaoqian watched Lin Chen quietly.

Lin Chen is now focused and has an extraordinary aura.

When signing, Lin Chen was free-spirited and used an ordinary signature pen, so his level was not fully displayed.

Now that someone is sincerely asking for it, he can't make do with it.

"Phew!"

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

After checking it again, Lin Chen smiled.

Although it was the first time writing it, the system allowed him to write it as if he had written it hundreds of times. There were no problems with the work.

"Lin Chen!"

Lin Chen signed his name.

"Daddy, you are so handsome."

Lin Xiaoqian looked at Lin Chen with adoration.

Lin Chen scratched her little nose and smiled, "Xiaoqian, you are so young, do you know what handsome is?"

"Hehe, anyway, Daddy is the most handsome."

Lin Xiaoqian smiled sweetly.