True Daughter, She is the Almighty Boss

  Chapter 258 Little money-making expert, cool and cool Mu Shenzhou [1 more]

  【It's still more so-so than Yan Bao. I'm afraid that Yan Bao has had several personal calligraphy exhibitions, right? 】

   [To be honest, good-looking is good-looking, but too defiant, Yan Bao, slap her in the face! 】

   Although Xiuyan has entered the entertainment circle, she is the eldest lady of the Xiu family. Naturally, she is proficient in everything.

  But if there is a calligraphy exhibition, Xiuyan's calligraphy skills are great.

  Especially a while ago, one of her large characters was personally sent to the International Painting and Calligraphy Exhibition by the vice president of the Chinese Calligraphy Artists Association to participate in the competition.

  Fans also know what the Chinese Calligraphy Artists Association represents.

  All the top calligraphy masters in China are in this association.

  And these calligraphy masters are not so easy to accept disciples.

  It is true that there is a reason for Xiu Jia, but Xiu Yan itself is very powerful.

   After watching a story about jumping from a building with amnesia, Ying Zijin finally turned his attention to Xiuyan: “I write a word, it’s more expensive.”

   Xiuyan smiled: "What does classmate Ying mean?"

  The conversation between the two was clearly recorded in the live broadcast room.

  The barrage is full of question marks.

  【? ? ? Did she know that Yan Bao was the eldest lady of the Xiu family and deliberately blackmailed it? 】

  【What makes your character more expensive? Do you know that Yan Bao can sell for 200,000 yuan per character? Where else can you go? 】

  【Yan Bao, you promise her, if she loses, she has to buy your characters too! 】

  Xiuyan glanced at the barrage in the live broadcast room, thought about it for a moment, and smiled: "Well, whoever wins, we will buy the other party’s words."

  Hearing this, Ying Zijin yawned and looked lazy: "Come on then."

  Xiuyan made a call and asked someone to help bring her pen, ink, paper and ink.

   "Student Ying, this is a website issued by the Chinese Calligraphy Artists Association." Xiuyan opened a website, "After we upload the characters we wrote, the website will evaluate the score."

   "Generally speaking, a character with a score of 90 can be sold for half a million."

  Speaking, Xiuyan picked up the brush again: "Which one does classmate Ying need? Wolf's hair or sheep's hair?"

  嬴子衿 glanced around and took one at random: "It doesn't matter."

  Xiuyan paused with her hand holding the brush, and then smiled again: "Then it seems that classmate Ying is very good."

  【What's so amazing? Introductory calligraphy also knows that different types of brushes are used for different calligraphy and painting. Doesn't it matter? 】

  【Have never learned calligraphy at all, I was originally an art student who came to participate in ISC, but now it seems that art is not good? 】

  Xiuyan flattened the rice paper, dipped it in the ink, and started writing.

  She writes in Xingkai, and there is a chic atmosphere between the lines.

When    was writing, Xiuyan glanced at the girl, and when she saw that she had written a word, she stopped writing and shook her head slightly.

  Five minutes later, Xiuyan stopped writing.

  After blowing on the rice paper, she took out her phone to take a photo.

  嬴子衿 wrote a word, and after finishing writing, her gaze returned to the TV.

  Teng Yunmeng took out her mobile phone neatly: "Zijing, I will take pictures for you."

   "Now, I will post the words of the two of us on this website." Xiuyan clicked on the screen sharing to make sure that everyone in the live broadcast room could see it.

  【Yan Bao pass quickly and release the score, so that she can know who is better than who. 】

   "I'll pass it on." Xiuyan smiled and calmed the fans, "Don't worry."

   "Zi Jin." Teng Yunmeng lowered her voice, "It doesn't matter if you lose. After all, Xiuyan is also a member of the Chinese Calligraphy Artists Association, which is really amazing."

  嬴子衿 stretched slowly: "I won the money and invite you to dinner."

  Teng Yunmeng: "???"

  Because the characters of two people are passed together, the scores are also published together.

  Xiuyan specially puts the scores of Yingzijin first.

  Move her mouse and click on the score column.

  A big red "100" popped out, and the website also played jubilant music in concert.

  【……】

  The fans in the live broadcast room became silent all at once.

  The "100" was clearly fanned to their faces.

   "Classmate Ying's calligraphy is really amazing." Xiuyan still smiled, her expression unchanged, "I'm not an art student, so I can't compare it."

  She clicked on her score again.

   is an "8".

  The jubilant music disappeared immediately, replaced by a string of bleak erhu.

  Teng Yunmeng "ha" laughed out loud.

  嬴子衿 pressed his head.

  Sheng Qingtang is called an old naughty boy, it is really not without reason.

  The website can also do this.

  Xiuyan's fingers trembled, it was incredible.

  If it weren't because she was still broadcasting, she would have jumped on it.

   The number "8", like a knife, pierced her eyes brightly.

  Last time, she scored 80 points. She practiced for a long time. Even her teacher rarely praised her. How could she get an 8?

  Xiuyan curled her hair behind her ears, barely stabilized her emotions, and smiled indifferently: "The system has gone wrong, I will retransmit it."

   said, she passed her own words up.

  After ten seconds, the score came out and it was 85.

   Xiuyan breathed a sigh of relief and smiled: "This is the right score. I will pass the words of classmate Ying again."

  She clicked to upload.

  The score also came out very quickly, still at 100.

  The manicured nails pinched the palms.

  The ratio of 85 to 100 is not as ugly as the ratio of 8 to 100.

  But before Xiuyan's breath was completely loosened, her score changed in the next second.

   changed from 85 to 8.

  The sad sound of Erhu sounded again.

  The barrage in the live broadcast room was completely silent, and fans couldn't say a word.

  Obviously, it's not that the website system is faulty, but the score of Xiuyan is "8".

  Finally broke the silence, it was passers-by and some black fans of Xiuyan.

  [I have also used this website. Its scoring system is based on proportions. If someone writes well, the scores of others will drop accordingly. 】

  【Fuck, hahahaha, so this is the calligraphy of Sister Shenyan, which is too good, directly reducing the score of Xiuyan to single digits? It's dying, laughing to death. 】

  【Understood, I got 100 points because they only got 100 points. 】

  【It's really so-so and better than you. If someone writes seriously, Xiuyan is not worthy of you at all, okay? 】

  【A big star bullies an amateur. I didn’t expect that they are professional. Did you get to the iron plate? 】

  [Where does the fan get the face, slap someone in the face? Is your face gone now? 】

  Even if the room management kept deleting the barrage and silence, they couldn't control it.

  This live broadcast to fans has become a scene of group mockery.

  The fans are even more ashamed, they have forgotten to speak for Xiuyan.

  Xiuyan closed the computer with a "pop", the expression that had been strained finally shattered.

   "Don't overcharge, I will charge you one million." Ying Zijin leaned on the sofa, very lazy, "The collection code has been sent to you, remember to make the money."

  Xiuyan left with a cold face.

  When she left, her hands were shaking.

  Teng Yunmeng was back in a trance.

  The appearance and IQ of their group are in charge, and it seems that they are still a little money-making expert.

  **

After returning to his bedroom, Xiu Yan was so angry that he smashed the inkstone.

  Her chest rises and falls, she picked up her mobile phone and made a call: "Hey, yes, it's me. We will go out tomorrow. When that happens, I will call her up, and you can do it according to the situation."

  I don’t know what was said over there.

Xiuyan chuckled: "There is no background, but she is from Shanghai. Who of us can't let her disappear in the imperial capital without knowing it? Feng Hua, if you don't want it, I will contact others. Trust your brothers. Will also be interested."

  "Don't don't, Miss Xiu." Feng Hua was anxious when she heard this, "I want me to have such a good product, it is difficult for Miss Xiu to consider me first."

   "Say it in advance, I'm only responsible for leading people." Xiu Yan said lightly, "I don't care about other things."

   "Okay, you can bring people over." Feng Hua said, "I have done a lot of this kind of thing, and it won't involve Miss Xiu. Besides, where can I dare?"

   Although the Feng family is considered to be a family with a surname in the imperial capital, it is not enough to compare with the Xiu family.

  Don't say that Xiuyan was sent to him, even if he asked him for help, Feng Hua had to do it.

  He took a sip of wine, clicked on the picture Xiuyan sent him, and proudly showed off to the son next to him: "Look, isn’t this girl looking amazing?"

   "Yo, Mr. Feng, where did this come from?" The boy next to him was surprised, "Which star?"

   "No, no, just an ordinary person." Feng Hua waved her hand, "Ms. Xiu said that she sent me this girl, and when I get tired of playing, I will give it to you."

   "Then the feeling is good." Young Master laughed, "I really want to try, but I guess Young Master Mu won't participate in this kind of thing, right?"

  He turned his head, looked at Mu Chenzhou on the other side, and laughed: "Our son Mu, but we are going to inherit the Mu family soon."

  Mu Chenzhou looked at the photo stubbornly, without speaking.

  Feng Hua noticed the change in Mu Chenzhou’s expression, and woke up after drinking: "Mr. Mu, know you?"

  If it was someone Mu Chenzhou knew, he wouldn't dare to touch it.

  Xiu family and Mu family, he can not afford to offend.

  He is greedy, but he takes his life even more.

   Mu Chenzhou breathed slowly, and turned his head faintly: "I don't know, you can just play."

  (End of this chapter)