Moment!
Wang Zihua splashed ink spots on his face.
There were even a few ink spots that entered Wang Zihua's eyes.
This sudden ink spot shook his face, which scared Wang Zihua into a thrill.
It made him even more angry!
"Who!
Who is it?
” Wang Zihua roared at the people around him.
At this time, Wu Liang shook the brush in his hand at Wang Zihua, and sneered: "It's okay to say that I am a wild calligrapher, because I don't care about calligraphy at all, but you say that I am a wild dog without a mother, and the ink spots on your face are light!"
” When dealing with people with bad mouths, Wu Liang has never shown mercy to his subordinates.
The angry prince Hua just wanted to scold and refute it, but he was splashed in the face by the sudden ink drops.
And, this time, most of the ink was thrown into his mouth.
Wang Zihua, who was furious, pointed at Wu Liang angrily, "Who are you?"
Don't say you're the wild calligraphy master they visited!
” "Who am I, what do you have to do with you, and you deserve to know my details?"
Wu Liang sat opposite Wang Zihua, and his aura pressed Wang Zihua directly.
"Tsk, it seems that you are really that wild calligraphy master, really crazy, this group of people is crazy, and they actually treat a young man as a calligraphy master, it's really ridiculous!"
Wang Zihua's words revealed his disdain for those calligraphers.
And those calligraphers were very indignant one by one, just because they witnessed Wu Liang's superb calligraphy level and had great trust in Wu Liang.
Even if Wang Zihua said fierce remarks in front of them, he couldn't shake their hearts.
"Wang Zihua, arrogant and ignorant, don't look at your age than Master Wu, your strength is in front of him, you are a little scum!"
"We naturally know in our hearts, don't treat others as fools, and don't be too self-righteous, your confusion, ridicule and contempt at the moment can only prove that your vision is low."
"Wang Zihua, I really don't want to say anything more, I admit that your writing is good, but in terms of level, you are still not as good as the one in front of you."
Hearing what his peers were talking about him, Wang Zihua was directly furious.
"You trash, you can talk to a wild calligrapher, what a problem!"
Then, Wang Zihua angrily pointed at Wu Liang and said viciously: "Why do you dare to throw ink on my face, do you know that you have made a big mistake, and you want to join the Calligraphy Association in the future?"
Tell you, there are no doors!
” How Wang Ziwen wished that he also had a brush dipped in ink by his side now, and then threw it on Wu Liang's face, so that Wu Liang could also taste the taste of ink!
It can be seen that being thrown off in front of so many peers is a very shameful thing in Wang Ziwen's opinion.
And Wu Liang responded very calmly in the face of Wang Ziwen's clamour: "Who said I want to tighten the Book Association?"
Why should I care about the Book Association?
You think you're superior?
No, I'm not interested in joining the book association at all. ” "And you still claim to be a master of calligraphy?
Since you don't care, why would you deliberately let calligraphers build momentum for you, you don't want to be famous?
Wang Ziwen asked.
"First of all, you are mistaken, I have never claimed to be a master of calligraphy, and secondly, it is not that I deliberately let the momentum be created, but a group of calligraphers pestering me all day long, besides, what kind of thing are you, I Wu Liang, it is your turn to say, you are also worthy?"
Wu Liangcai will not give Wang Zihua a good look.
This Wang Zihua is not only arrogant and rude, but also has a very stinky mouth, which is yin and yang, and has a lot of bad words, just like a resentful woman.
"What do you ask me?
Okay, I'll tell you now, I'm a senior member of the Calligraphy Association, President Pei Nanming's most proud disciple, my calligraphy works can be sold for 30,000 yuan per square foot, can you?
I'm the richest middle-aged calligrapher of our time, are you?
” Wang Ziwen began to use his achievements to fight back against Wu Liang, thinking that selling his words for 30,000 yuan per square foot could scare Wu Liang.
However, Wu Liang didn't care very much.
"Your self-perceived superiority is, in my opinion, nothing more than that, do you know that a bottle of the 1995 King of Petus wine on the table is worth a hundred square feet of your calligraphy?
Are you richer than me?
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It's really funny!
” As soon as the words fell, everyone was amazed.
"I thought that a bottle of this wine would cost more than 100,000 yuan, but I didn't expect it to cost 3 million!"
"Oh my God!
I just drank a glass, which is equivalent to drinking 500,000!
” "Horror!
Today's banquet, the most expensive thing is not the food, but the wine, just the wine, it will cost tens of millions!
” Although there are many contemporary calligraphy masters present, the highest price of their calligraphy works is only 50,000 square feet, and they are still the pinnacle of the industry.
It is certain that these famous calligraphers are rich and wealthy, but compared to Wu Lianglai, they are too small!
At this moment, Wang Zihua glanced at the Potus red wine on the wine table and swallowed heavily!
He was not greedy, but shocked and horrified. brushed it, the old face was red, and his face was full of embarrassment.
He found that he should not be richer than the other party, but should be compared to his artistic attainments and calligraphy standards.
So, he quickly changed the subject.
"Money is something outside the body, money does not represent a person's cultivation and quality, if a rich man does not have high style, it is vulgar!
Not much else, I'm here to compete with you!
” Wu Liang couldn't help laughing, "I think you should be in your forties, why do you still like pretending so much?"
You spend money with money, but you scold money for being vulgar, it's shameless. ” Wang Zihua's old face was suffocated, and he said angrily: "Don't talk nonsense, do you dare to compare with me?"
It's like writing books, so that all peers can witness together, whose writing attainments are deeper!
” Wu Liang sneered: "If you ask me to compare with you, will I compare?"
It's funny, who do you think you are?
You're not in a position to threaten me!
” "I see, you are afraid, you dare not compare with me, because your level is not good, I really don't understand why so many peers are fascinated by you, there are many contemporary calligraphy masters, I really suspect that they have been brainwashed by you!"
Wang Zihua provoked Wu Liang.
This Wang Zihua is indeed too arrogant.
With this kind of pen, you will never survive three episodes in a TV series.
In all walks of life, there are people who are proud of their talents.
Wang Zihua relied on his talent in calligraphy, and he looked down on no one and despised folk masters.
He doesn't seem to have heard a word: the master is in the people.
Wang Zihua thought that Wu Liang would not dare to fight, and he was even more proud.
As everyone knows, Wu Liang is too lazy to compete with this kind of person.
Song Qingyun witnessed the whole process, he admired Wu Liang for not being humble or arrogant, not fighting or grabbing, and sighed that he was young and could have such a state of mind, which is really rare!
Song Qingyun handed a painting to Wang Zihua.
"Mr.
Wu picked up the pen and wrote the book casually, you can see at a glance how much gap there is between you and him!"