Zhou Yang was still calculating how to deal with Wu Liang in the future, when he heard his father Zhou Fengdong calling him.
"Dad, what's the matter?"
Zhou Yang asked.
"Son, come here, come to the study, Dad will show you something good."
Zhou Fengdong greeted his son and went to his study to have a look.
When Zhou Yang came to his father's study, he found that his father had put a painting in front of his eyes.
If it's a normal word, forget it, but it's a "Sao" word.
In an instant, Zhou Yang was scorched on the outside and tender on the inside.
During the time when he lived at home in the past, Zhou Yang was inevitably called by his father to the study to watch calligraphy and painting.
Zhou Yang doesn't know much about calligraphy and painting, but his father loves it very much, and his father often shows off his recent collection of calligraphy and paintings.
Originally, Zhou Yang was used to his father's behavior of showing calligraphy and painting, but today it is different.
Because the style of today's calligraphy is really very different from the past!
"Dad, the style change is a bit fast, you show me this word, it's a little spicy."
Zhou Yang couldn't help but complain.
His father, Zhou Fengdong, said with a serious face: "What do you know, this is art, what you see in your eyes is a vulgar word, but in my eyes, this word has other profound meanings." ” Since Zhou Fengdong got Wu Liang's letter, he took out this painting day and night to watch, it is not enough to watch it alone, and sometimes let his wife and children enjoy it together.
It's just that there are very few people in the family who have a common hobby with him, and almost no one can understand him.
Zhou Yang, like most young people, likes to play something exciting and novel, so he is not interested in calligraphy and painting.
"Haha, Dad, what else can this word mean, Dad, don't sell it to me."
Zhou Yang only knew that the girl in the nightclub was more suitable for this word, and as for the other meanings, he was too lazy to understand.
"Literati and ink writers, suave and suave, ancient poets are also known as Sao people, forget it, tell you so much, you don't understand."
Zhou Fengdong purely showed off in front of his son, and he didn't expect his son to understand.
Zhou Yang secretly complained in his heart, and said in his heart: Dad is going to stink again, it hasn't changed after so many years, isn't it just a pair of words, what is there to show.
"Dad, I think it's just like that."
Zhou Yang didn't know calligraphy, so he couldn't see the subtleties.
When he heard this, Zhou Fengdong was not happy.
"You kid, you don't know Mount Tai with eyes, this is written by Master Wu himself, gifted to me, this is a rare authentic work of Master Wu!"
Zhou Fengdong admired Wu Liang very much, especially at the calligraphy and painting auction site, he witnessed Wu Liang's pen writing and skills, so he admired Wu Liang even more.
Zhou Yang has only been back to China for a week, so he is not familiar with "Master Wu", and he doesn't know that the "Master Wu" in his father's mouth is actually Wu Liang.
"Dad, don't be funny, you can still talk to the dead, and the dead can still write for you?"
Zhou Yang thought it was a character written by an ancient.
"Bastard!
You dare to curse Master Wu, Master Wu is a famous contemporary calligrapher, still alive and well, even about the same age as you, you have been abroad for a few years, you are really getting more and more uneducated!
Zhou Fengdong reproached angrily.
No matter how arrogant and arrogant the son is, in front of Lao Tzu, he has to be restrained.
Zhou Yang was scolded by Zhou Fengdong, and he was very aggrieved.
Zhou Yang didn't expect that his father would be so sensitive to "Master Wu" and was not allowed to speak ill of "Master Wu".
"I'm sorry Dad, I thought it was an ancient, but this Master Wu, is it really so young?"
Zhou Yang asked curiously.
Mainly, Zhou Yang was a little worried that his father would be fooled, because Zhou Yang also knew that although his father loved calligraphy and painting very much, his level in this area was actually average.
If you encounter a big trick, you are worried about being deceived.
In fact, Zhou Fengdong's calligraphy and painting ability are really poor, but his appreciation ability is beyond doubt.
I have never eaten pork, and I have seen pigs run away many times, and his many years of love for this industry, Zhou Fengdong's comprehension of calligraphy and painting appreciation is of course much higher than ordinary people.
Seeing that his son really didn't understand calligraphy, Zhou Fengdong's face was still serious.
"You really should make up for traditional culture, you don't understand this knowledge at all."
Zhou Fengdong said.
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"Dad, the problem is that these things are useless, we are businessmen now, not artists, I think it is better for us to have practical things."
Zhou Yang said.
Zhou Yang thinks that with all this time and energy, it is better to be chic and happy, and engaging in art can make people stupid.
"You don't understand, at my age, you may understand, culture and art are actually helpful for business, calligraphy and painting can be self-cultivation, art can also improve thinking ability, why someone will become a rich man, and someone can only be a local tyrant, this is because the size of the pattern is different, shopping malls such as battlefields, the same need for strategy, strategizing, decisive victory, as a businessman, the higher their own cultural accomplishment, the bigger the pattern will be, can go The road is getting longer and farther. ” Although Zhou Fengdong's mentality of pursuing culture and art is a little fanatical, what he said is true.
This is the experience he has learned from decades of ups and downs in the business world, if a businessman wants to go further and do bigger, he must improve his own pattern.
Why "nouveau riche" and "local tyrant" are derogatory terms is not groundless.
The tyrants and the rich, the rich and the gods, are separated by a moat. was still young Zhou Yang, because of his arrogant personality and arrogance, he couldn't listen to what his father Zhou Fengdong said.
"Dad, what you said is a little complicated, this is all in the future, I'm still young, I should be more chic when I'm young, and I can't play deep."
Zhou Yang didn't put his father's words in his ears at all.
Zhou Fengdong shook his head deeply disapprovingly, and said: "As far as I know, Wang Tianhua, the young master of the Wang family, attaches great importance to improving his own cultural value change, with the passage of time, more than ten years later, you will be thrown farther away by Wang Tianhua. ” Zhou Fengdong is not alarmist, after all, he has rich life experience, and he has been in the Huadu business community for so many years, and many cognitions and insights are more profound than his son Zhou Yang.
At present, I can't see the gap, and they are all Huadu five less, but with the gradual maturity of Huadu Wushao, the vision and pattern will open up the gap.
When Zhou Yang heard his father praise other peers, he was very unhappy and even very aggrieved.
"Dad, it's not so serious, as far as I know, Wang Tianhua's ability is similar to mine."
Zhou Yang said unconvinced.
And Zhou Fengdong understands his son's character.
"Don't listen to the old man's words and suffer in front of you, don't think I'm nagging, the experience of the older generation is in the front, naturally I hope that future generations will be better, listen to me, so let's just follow Master Wu to learn calligraphy with Mengmeng."