Onstage.
On camera.
Miyamoto Shinshou's brush moved swiftly!
Zhang Yuanqi watched calmly.
Xu Meilan whispered something to her.
Li Xiaoxian looked impressed.
Amy was very angry. "This old man is sick!"
Xiaodong said, "He's seriously sick."
Huo Dongfang frowned. "He's doing this on purpose, isn't he? Did Sister Zhang and Xiaoxian offend him? Why is he here pretending to be all powerful? Is he trying to show that he's capable? "
Big Qi asked, "How's the work?"
Li Xiaoxian sighed. "One with Heaven and Man, unparalleled!"
Xiaoxian was a very kind person and had a very high evaluation of it.
Big Qi said, "Isn't calligraphy from China? How come the Japanese can also write so well? "
Li Xiaoxian said, "There are also calligraphy masters in Japan. In the international auction of contemporary calligraphy works, every one of Master Miyamoto's works is sold for a sky-high price."
Xiaodong asked, "Compared to the calligraphy masters in our country?"
Li Xiaoxian thought for a moment and said solemnly, "Only better."
Xiaodong gasped. "He's such a powerful person?"
Li Xiaoxian gave a wry smile. "Even in China, I'm afraid only Master Wu and Master Lian can be compared to him. Their standards should be about the same, but I'm not too sure about the specifics. I've only heard that Master Miyamoto's calligraphy is more similar to China's semi-cursive. It's a little different from the overall style of the Japanese calligraphy world, but they probably don't call it semi-cursive over there. I don't know about that, but in any case, Master Miyamoto has already reached the pinnacle of this field."
Zhang Ye took a glance.
Semi-cursive?
To be honest, it did look a little like semi-cursive.
One minute.
Five minutes.
Miyamoto Shinshou put down his brush.
The camera immediately panned to it. The big screen in the venue could also see it clearly.
When the people in the venue saw this, regardless of whether they had any doubts about Miyamoto Shinshou's actions, they all gave this piece of calligraphy a huge round of applause!
Some of the Japanese businessmen even stood up to applaud!
"Great!"
"Well written!"
"Master Miyamoto lives up to his reputation!"
"I've finally seen the real thing today!"
The dozens of businessmen from Japan were very excited. Even for them, it was very difficult to buy a piece of Miyamoto Shinshou's calligraphy. At international auctions, Master Miyamoto's calligraphy was very popular. It was very difficult to get it without a premium of 50% or even 80%.
Look at the ruler.
Also read the words.
The prices varied.
And the calligraphy piece today, be it the size, the length, or the quality, was impeccable. It could be said to be the work of Master Miyamoto at his peak, and it was 100% authentic. Master Miyamoto had written it on the spot, and he had even signed it. The value of it had to be doubled!
A Japanese businessman asked loudly, "Master Miyamoto, will this calligraphy really be auctioned?"
Miyamoto Shinshou said proudly, "Of course."
Many people couldn't sit still anymore and requested to go up the stage to watch from a closer distance.
One.
Ten.
Twenty.
More and more people surrounded him, praising him incessantly.
"How nice!"
"I was right to come today."
"Good writing! Wonderful! "
Even China businessmen were tempted.
The host announced, "The auction will now begin. Please return to your seats."
As soon as he finished speaking, the sound of bidding rang out!
"300,000!"
"I bid five hundred thousand!"
"550,000!"
"580,000!"
The starting price had already far exceeded the price of Zhang Yuanqi's dinner and calligraphy. Moreover, the price was still climbing, leaving the audience and the Asian audience watching the live broadcast dumbfounded!
"600,000!"
"700,000!"
"I bid seven hundred and fifty thousand!"
The bidding war was intense!
It was a fight to the death!
In the end, only a few Japanese businessmen were left fighting for it!
Finally, the hammer landed on the piece of calligraphy at 1.1 million USD. That was equivalent to several million yuan, or close to 10 million RMB. This price was definitely much higher than the market value. But the Japanese businessman who won the bid felt that it was worth it. He really liked this piece of calligraphy!
…
Japan.
Online.
"Master Miyamoto has stepped up!"
"The Japanese celebrity team is in first place!"
"Uh, does Master Miyamoto count as part of the celebrity team?"
"I guess so."
"Right, he's one of us anyway."
…
Korea.
Online.
"What a sky-high price!"
"How are they going to compete?"
"The first place will definitely go to the Japanese!"
…
China.
The netizens were cursing.
"He's crazy!"
"Why did he pop up out of nowhere?"
"You're a calligraphy master to begin with. You've beaten Li Xiaoxian and Sister Zhang in calligraphy. Aren't you very proud of yourself? What an idiot! Why don't you compete with Sister Zhang and Xiaoxian in singing! "
"Right, if you're so capable, let's compete in singing!"
"This old man is deliberately bullying us!"
"It's just a charity auction, yet he's taking it so seriously!"
…
At Zhang Ye's maternal grandma's house.
His eldest younger sister said angrily, "What kind of master is this!"
His third sister spat, "Ptui!"
His mother said, "This old thing is such a killjoy. Great, there's no need to compete anymore!"
…
There was a lot of controversy in the outside world.
Some were praising it, while others were scolding it.
At the venue. The charity auction was still going on. Or rather, it could be said that the auction had already ended at this point. With the sky-high price of 1.1 million USD, no one could compete with Miyamoto Shinshou.
Ning Lan shook her head. "How boring."
Zhang Ye was no longer in the mood to continue. "Let's go, let's disperse."
Amy looked at Li Xiaoxian. "Xiaoxian, ignore him."
But at this moment, Miyamoto Shinshou had no intention of stepping down from the stage. He stood next to his calligraphy piece and looked at Li Xiaoxian and Zhang Yuanqi. He said, "Your calligraphy is too lacking." He turned around and pointed at Li Xiaoxian's calligraphy piece that was still on the stage and said, "Calligraphy is not child's play. It's not something that just anyone can write. Look at this piece of calligraphy. It's lifeless from beginning to end. Did the host just introduce it as a piece of calligraphy? I won't admit that this kind of work can't be called calligraphy. Calligraphy is not as simple as you think it is. "
A senior lecturing a junior?
That was understandable.
But the crux of the matter was that the occasion was not right!
The person was not right either!
Li Xiaoxian felt extremely embarrassed. Her eyes reddened from the criticism, but she did not say anything. She just bit her lip and listened.
Xiaodong was annoyed!
Amy was angry!
Xu Meilan's expression turned cold!
What was this?
Was there no end to it?
Zhang Ye was just about to leave the venue when he heard that. He stopped in his tracks and turned around to look at Miyamoto Shinshou, who was still onstage. His eyebrows were raised.
But Miyamoto Shinshou was still saying, "The standard of China's calligraphy —"
The Korean host also felt that something was not right. He quickly interjected, "Is there anyone else who would like to submit any new items for auction? Is there anyone else? "
Even if he tried to change the topic, the host did not expect anyone to respond.
No one present thought that anyone would speak either. With a calligraphy master and an astronomical piece of calligraphy in front of them, it would be meaningless to bring out any more items for auction.
But as it happened, a voice rang out without any warning.
"Xiaoxian and Old Zhang are both amateur calligraphy enthusiasts. They can't even be considered professionals. If you want to 'discuss' it, then sure. Sure, I'll discuss it with you!"
It was Zhang Ye!
The person who spoke was actually Zhang Ye!
Li Xiaoxian was stunned!
Xiaodong was shocked!
Zhang Yuanqi and Xu Meilan looked at him!
Everyone present stared at him in surprise!
What did that mean?
Li Xiaoxian and Zhang Yuanqi were amateurs?
Could it be that you're a professional?!
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