Of course, in the midst of the applause, there are still a few doubts.
For example, Pei Nanming, president of the Huadu Calligraphy Association.
Pei Nanming, as the president, is slightly higher than the status of the vice president Song Qingyun.
On this day, Pei Nanming sat in his office, copying the cursive script of the grass saint Zhang Xu.
After he finished writing a word, he put down his pen and said to the secretary next to him: "I heard that our calligraphy association has been very lively recently, and a group of famous calligraphers have studied two sticky notes from the trash can, and they can't put it down, and they are amazed?
” The secretary next to Pei Nanming replied, "Yes, President, there is indeed such a thing. ” "I really don't understand, are these people too idle?
Could it be that the pampered life in the association is too comfortable, and they want to have some fun?
” Pei Nanming said, picked up his seal, and pressed it on the cursive work that had been written.
"This, I don't know the president, anyway, they've been very active lately, but I don't think it's necessary to turn over the trash can, two famous contemporary calligraphers do that kind of thing, it's a loss of identity."
The secretary said.
"That's right, the two great calligraphers, among the three masters of the Calligraphy Association, they account for two, I can't figure out why they have such an identity, why they will run to the other party's door to rummage through the trash can, I really can't figure it out!"
The three masters of the Huadu Calligraphy Association are Zhao Zhengshu of Weibei, Song Qingyun of Xingshu, and Pei Nanming of cursive calligraphy.
At the same time, these three people are also the faces of the Huadu Calligraphy Association.
"Even if I turned over the trash can, I only found two sticky notes, and the words on them were also written with a gel pen, which has nothing to do with the brush, how dare I say that it has the seven-point charm of the book saint Wang Xizhi?"
Pei Nanming felt that only two sticky notes written with a gel pen were far from showing that the other party had a deep accomplishment in calligraphy.
"That's right, that person Wei Bei wrote well, but just five words, in fact, it doesn't mean anything, to judge a person's calligraphy level, at least write a good work, this is the least hard requirement, Song Qingyun and Zhao Zhengshu are a little reckless, if they are passed on will have a very negative impact on our calligraphy association. ” Pei Nanming doesn't think that Wu Liang is the kind of folk master who hides deeply.
Even if it's a folk master, he doesn't think much of it.
He is a stubborn academic who only recognizes that the calligraphy association is orthodox, and other folk calligraphers can only be regarded as calligraphy lovers, and it is a bit far-fetched to be a calligrapher.
Although the calligraphy association has become lively, there are still some people who agree with Pei Nanming.
Privately, this part of the population is also talking.
"In my opinion, it's just a few sticky notes, and it's written with gel pens, so the persuasion is too low."
"It's not convincing, it's just a few words, and it's too hasty to rashly define it as a god's work!"
"Hype!
It's definitely hype, and I can't find any other reason than hype!
” In the calligraphy circle, because of this incident, it has caused a more heated discussion.
The two sides have their own opinions, and their different views lie in whether Wu Liang is qualified to be called a "master" and a "master".
However, Wu Liang doesn't care about the in the calligraphy circle, and he doesn't even bother to pay attention to the calligraphy circle.
And Song Qingyun and Zhao Zhengshu firmly believe in their own opinions.
Their master and apprentice believe that Wu Liang is definitely a master among masters.
And they never gave up and went to rummage through the trash cans outside Wu Liang's house......
And, from the original duo, to a trio, a foursome, a five, or even more.
The duo of digging over trash cans has become an alliance of turning over trash cans.
It's just that Song Qingyun and the others don't know that Wu Liang has moved and changed his residence.
A group of people rummaged through the garbage cans in front of Wu Liang's original residence, and found a lot of small umbrellas, but they never found new sticky notes.
Song Qingyun blushed and said to Zhao Zhengshu next to him: "There are so many little umbrellas for this master, he is really a young man, according to this level, the elderly can't carry it at all." ” Zhao Zhengshu also said with an embarrassed face: "Master, not necessarily, it should vary from person to person, maybe the master's physical fitness is quite good." ” The other members of the calligraphy association who were squatting around were also embarrassed to stare at the small umbrellas that had been used, and it was difficult to calm down in their hearts.
Because, they have always thought that this master is an elderly person, and it is really surprising that he uses so many small umbrellas!
"President Song, maybe people are old and strong, and we should think about problems with divergent thinking."
"Yes, President Song, the world is full of wonders, let's not pay too much attention to these details, let's concentrate on studying words."
A group of members of the Calligraphy Association rummaged through all the garbage cans outside the original home of a loser.
The cleaning uncle looked at the small umbrellas all over the ground, miserable.
Fortunately, these calligraphers eventually became more conscious and put away the small umbrellas that they turned out, leaving no garbage on the ground.
At this time, 9527 had already reported the situation to Wu Liang.
"Master, those calligraphers, looking for something in your original residence, turned the trash can upside down."
"What did you turn over?"
"Back to the master, they turned over a lot of small umbrellas."
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"Haha, yes, yes, these calligraphers are still quite cute!"
"Master, do you want me to teach a few lessons?"
"No need, let them continue to rummage through the trash can, I know your hands are itchy, I really can't hold it, you go to sign up for the free fighting competition, and practice your hands every once in a while."
"Master, it's a good idea, I'll consider it."
Recently, no one has hacked Wu Liang for the time being.
Moreover, now Wu Liang rarely uses 9527.
Therefore, 9527 has some idle pain, and his hands are very itchy.
It is rare to have a few clean days, Wu Liang looked at the revenue of "the strongest loser mobile game in history", and his face was sad.
"There are so many advertisers, the traffic is also showing a steady growth trend, and there will be a lot of money in the account this quarter, if Nima continues to develop like this, when will I lose it?"
Wu Liang immediately decided to invest a lot of money to continue to develop the loser mobile game and continue to launch a new game mode.
Not long after, Weiwei's wife also brought the financial statements of the Fifth People's Hospital and the two major international hotels of Fuli and Feiyang.
After Wu Liang saw it, his face was even more sad.
The task of the loser is still arduous, and he has to invest a lot of money in Baiquan Mountain Resort.
He believes that like Baiquan Mountain, a lot of investment is needed in the early stage, and it will take half a year to complete the construction of the villa.
During this time, the villa will not generate revenue for him, and it will spend a lot of money, which should be a relief for Wu Liang.
After arranging all this, Wu Liang was ready to rest for a few days.
Unexpectedly, the quiet life was broken again.