True Daughter, She is the Almighty Boss

Chapter 90: The vest just dropped [3 more]

Chapter 90 The vest just dropped [3 more]

Lin Xi was taken aback.

He didn’t know why Sheng Qingtang asked this, but he still answered: “Yes, President Sheng, I just sent this handwriting to Master Wei Hou on Saturday, and he said it was his practice.”

"Practicing pen?" Sheng Qingtang endured forbearance, remembering that this was not his own son, so he didn't slap it on him.

He was so angry that he laughed: "Just because of Wei Hou's broken calligraphy, he is ashamed to say that this calligraphy is his practice? Is he worthy?!"

As soon as said this, the faces of other art world masters around changed.

Although Shengqingtang focuses on calligraphy, it has also made achievements in Chinese painting and sculpture. It has a high status in the art world and is almost a unique level.

He has a weird temper, and there is no apprentice in his school.

But this does not prevent other art masters from respecting him.

Since Sheng Qingtang said so, he must have seen something.

Lin Xiran stunned.

"Now, immediately, call me this idiot Wei Hou!" Sheng Qingtang yelled at the president of Shanghai Art Association, "In ten minutes, I want to see his people."

"Prosperity president, calm down, calm down." The president of Shanghai Art Association apologized hurriedly, "I'm going now. You have just been discharged from the hospital, so you can't get angry."

"You care about me..." Sheng Qingtang had a temper again. Just about to make a statement, the **** the right front glanced at him.

Light and light, very light.

Shengqingtang immediately silenced.

Oops.

He forgot that the genius doctor Ying was here.

If he accidentally drops his head next time, no one will treat him.

"Ahem." Sheng Qingtang was a little guilty, he waved his hand, his face stern, "Hurry up."

"Yes Yes Yes."

The president of Shanghai Art Association hurried away.

The barrage exploded again.

【Fuck, who is this old man? How come even the president of Shanghai Art Association respects him so much? 】

【Moreover, he also said that Wei Hou is not worthy to write this word. Although I don't know why, it is inexplicable and convincing. 】

【Ahhhhh, this is Shengqingtang! ! ! 】

[With a look of confusion, who is Sheng Qingtang? 】

[Front row of popular science, Shengqingtang, the previous president of the Huaguo Calligraphy Art Association, good at various fonts such as official script, regular script, cursive script, big seal, and small seal. Art, once was invited to Ozhou to participate in a carving competition, and beat other countries and won the crown. 】

[Three years ago, Sheng Qingtang stepped down as the president of the Chinese Calligraphy Art Association and lived in seclusion. Even his colleagues could not find him. I didn't expect to see him here today. 】

【Even other countries in O Continent are capable of suppressing it. How strong is this sculpture? 】

【Fuck, Qingzhi even Shengqingtang has invited here. The principal is too good. It's not futile that I skipped work to watch the live broadcast today. 】

So the barrage exaggerated the headmaster.

Principal: "..."

He is not that he does not.

Where does he have such a big shelf, he is also very confused.

Under the stage.

Zhong Zhiwan's nails pinched his palms, his eyes were red with anger.

Sheng Qingtang knew that Wei Hou’s character was not?

How could Shengqingtang condescend to come here?

Is it possible that the word was written by Sheng Qingtang?

Zhong Zhiwan frowned at night.

No.

Sheng Qingtang’s personal style is too obvious, his Xingkai is not in this type of font.

As long as Wei Hou does not admit it, Sheng Qingtang has no evidence.

Even if something happens, she will not be involved, after all, it is Wei Hou himself who wants to be greedy.

Zhong Zhi night settled down, and he was a little relieved.

Before ten minutes arrived, the president of Shanghai Art Association went and returned.

Behind , two staff members helped Wei Hou walk here.

Wei Hou's complexion was blue and white, he was motion sickness, and he vomited a few times just now.

Lin Xi shouted: "Master Wei Hou."

Wei Hou is more arrogant, how can he care for a junior?

He didn’t even look at Lin Xi, coughed a few times, and stepped forward respectfully: “Chairman Sheng, I don’t know if you are coming, Wei Hou has missed a long way to welcome you, please forgive me.”

"Is there any loss to welcome?" Sheng Qingtang's eyes were very cold, "If you come to welcome me, I will have a short life!"

Wei Hou's face sank: "President Sheng, what do you mean?"

Sheng Qingtang was only twenty years older than him to get the position of chairman of the Chinese Calligraphy Art Association?

If they were their peers, could Sheng Qingtang be able to compare him?

"What do I mean?" Sheng Qingtang snorted and picked up the scroll. "He said that you wrote this picture, for you."

Wei Hou looked over, his eyelids twitched.

He was deeply impressed by this character.

This is a height that he will not reach for another ten years of practice.

Wei Hou has been famous in the art world for a long time. He knows many people and can tell at a glance that this character does not belong to any famous calligrapher.

Those who are inferior to him, don't dare to confront him, so they can only give him this character.

So when Lin Xi brought it, Wei Hou immediately recognized it.

He didn't come out for a long time, but also because he encountered a bottleneck.

The word can just help him stand firmer in the art world.

"Yes." Wei Hou still did not deny, "This word is indeed my practice pen, what does the president Sheng want to say?"

He didn't see it. When he said this, the big screen behind him was covered with the word "garbage".

【Wei Hou is fifty this year, right? The writing is not as good as that of a seventeen-year-old high school student. No wonder he was called rubbish. 】

【Hahahaha, I confessed it in public, I don’t know what happened before, this face hurts so much. 】

【I remember Wei Hou is also a member of the Chinese Calligraphy Art Association, right? It seems that the position is not low, this...]

Sheng Qingtang’s eyes were colder: “So, you also know that some students cheated on your characters and participated in the competition?”

Wei Hou frowned, remembering what Zhong Zhiwan said that day, and he was calm: "I lent my characters to the students for copying, why, who stole it?"

"Chairman Sheng, this is really Master Wei Hou..."

Lin Xi wanted to argue, but was blocked by Sheng Qingtang's eye knife: "If I speak, can you also interrupt?"

Being reprimanded in person, Lin Xi's complexion was flushed, but she did not dare to say anything.

Sheng Qingtang looked at Wei Hou again: "When did you write it?"

"Four days ago, I just got inspiration." Wei Hou was impatient, "If the president of the event just asked me about trivial things like this, I won't be with Wei Hou."

"Good, good!" Sheng Qingtang slapped the table angrily, "You said that this is a character you wrote four days ago, but I saw it a week ago and took a photo. Did you go back and write it?!"

He turned on the phone, called up the group photo that day, and stared in front of the camera.

"Look clearly, this was taken at Lao Tzu's house. This is Lao Tzu's bald and unfilial son. This is Lao Tzu's watermelon and apple." Sheng Qingtang sneered, "Wei Hou, do you know where the door of Lao Tzu's house opens?"

"I'm sorry to say that this handwriting is your writing practice?!"

The screen zooms in on the photo so that people can clearly see that the word on the photo is exactly the same as the one shown by Lin Xi.

There is no difference between a cent and a cent.

Wei Hou looked up carelessly.

Looking at it this way, with a "buzz", his mind was simply emptied.

"……"

The audience did not expect such a reversal, and they were shocked.

Zhong Zhiwan paled even more, and his lips trembled fiercely.

Actually... Is there really evidence?

Is this a coincidence?

The barrage exploded even more.

【Fuck, so this "trash character" was not written by Wei Hou, so how trash he really wrote? 】

【So who wrote this character? The mystery of the century? 】

[No, no, no, the point is, why did Wei Hou pretend to be a leader? What does he picture? 】

【I now deeply doubt whether Wei Hou’s previous achievements are also fake. 】

【Wei Hou is a shame in the art world. I ask the Chinese Calligraphy Artists Association to investigate him! 】

"You said, you said!" Sheng Qingtang pressed harder and sneered again and again, "Is this writing your practice pen?"

Wei Hou was in a cold sweat, and he couldn't stand still.

He wanted to speak, but he couldn't send a word.

Lin Xi beside was also shocked.

"Dare to deceive me and slander the students for cheating." Sheng Qingtang suddenly turned his head, "You, call the Chinese Calligraphy Artists Association now. Wei Hou's punishment, I want it now."

The president of the Shanghai City Art Association wiped his sweat and took out his mobile phone.

"President Sheng!" Wei Hou's expression changed drastically, "President Sheng is too much."

If he had known that Sheng Qingtang had a photo in his hand, he would not have pretended to take it.

"Joke, if I don't come today, wouldn't you force this student to admit that she cheated?" Sheng Qingtang didn't listen at all, "And you, Lin Xi, right?"

"If I did not investigate clearly, let Qingzhi expel students in public. I also want to ask your teacher, he usually teaches you this way?"

Lin Xi pressed her lips, her fingers clenched, and she said nothing.

How could he doubt Wei Hou's words?

In spite of this, what he did was a little impulsive.

"Oh, yes, this little student let me read this word not long ago, saying that he would take it to the art festival." Sheng Qingtang's voice was cold, "Wei Hou, let me ask you again, why is your seal on this? "

He is almost mad.

Such a good character was destroyed by Wei Hou’s seal.

His heartache was unbearable.

"……"

Lin Xi suddenly turned her head.

嬴子衿 leaned on the pillar, quietly.

The sunlight was cut into pieces by the leaves, and fell on her skin, and the light golden light floated.

It’s so beautiful that it doesn’t belong to this world.

She seemed to be aware of something, and slowly looked over here.

A pair of phoenix eyes flowed brightly, magnificent like a cloud.

The surroundings are extremely quiet.

The photographer has forgotten the action.