Fangzheng hurriedly shook his head. "You flatter me. I don't like traitors just like everyone else."
Everyone nodded in agreement.
"Master is right. In today's society, we don't have much prejudice against the Japanese. We only hate those war criminals and right-wing extremists. Towards ordinary people, we get along with them peacefully. But towards traitors, we hate them more than we hate the criminals in Japan. "
"With the awakening of a great country, there are still people crawling on their knees. That's sad. It's best if such people don't appear in China again … "
Everyone sighed.
When Fangzheng heard this, he nodded. Fangzheng had interacted with many people. In fact, the Chinese were the most tolerant people in the world. Their tradition was never to hate foreigners, but to be warm and hospitable. The Chinese would rather lead a bitter life and leave the best for their guests. This was how China treated its guests.
This was different from Western countries, and it caused many misunderstandings.
Some people treated their hospitality as flattery, but they never thought that this was just a way for the Chinese to express their kindness. They could tolerate everything, including crimes, but the premise was that you had to confess.
Just as Fangzheng was pondering over it, there was a loud shout from afar. "Good! Good! Really good! Good! "
Fangzheng, Red Boy, Wang Daochun, and company were taken aback. Which master was this? Why did he receive so many praises? Could it be that many experts had come today?
Hence, everyone walked over. In the crowd, there was a man standing in front of a very long table. He had a long beard and was dressed in ancient clothes. He looked quite like a master.
However, the things in the master's hands left everyone speechless. He had a bucket in one hand and a brush in the other. What was he up to?
At that moment, the master dipped the brush in ink and shouted, "Ha!"
Then, he placed the brush heavily on the paper and flung it with force!
Screech —
A huge gash instantly appeared on the paper!
A man by the side hurriedly went forward to smooth the paper. At the same time, he did not forget to shout, "Nice!"
The master seemed to be completely immersed in his own world. He lowered his head and with a solemn expression, he scratched all the way to the end of the paper!
Then, the master dipped the brush in ink again and smeared the marks that he hadn't drawn clearly!
"Nice! Nice! Nice! "
"Nice!"
…
A few men who were watching the fun kept cheering in the crowd.
As for Fangzheng, he was completely dumbfounded. What was this?
Red Boy scratched his head and looked up at Fangzheng. "Master, what did this fellow write?"
Fangzheng shook his head
At this moment, a man came over and said proudly, "You should study more when you have nothing to do. Chinese calligraphy is extensive and profound! Look at Great Master's calligraphy, it's so domineering, like a long wall, but also like a long hairy sword. Such good calligraphy, it's as if I'm looking at the famous ancient general, Hegemon of Western Chu! "
Fangzheng wore a look of embarrassment when he heard that. However, he had to admit that the long object drawn by the fellow was indeed very similar to One, be it horizontally or vertically. However, ever since Fangzheng was young, he had never heard of anyone who would paint after writing. This fellow had truly set a precedent.
When Wang Daochun heard this, he said angrily, "What bullsh * t is this? What kind of words are written like that? Where did you come from? We didn't invite you, did we? "
"Who are you? How dare you question the master's words? "Someone immediately jumped out and rebuked Wang Daochun.
Wang Daochun was furious as he said, "I'm Wang Daochun!"
"I don't care if you're Wang Daochun or Wang Daoqiu. We were invited by a sponsor with a lot of money. If you want to freeload and freeload off the master's scholarly aura, line up. If you cause trouble, do you believe that I won't get the security to chase you out? "a man in a white shirt and glasses shouted.
Wang Daochun was infuriated when he heard that. His face flushed red as he said, "Alright, I'll go ask CEO Wu and see what's going on!"
With that said, Wang Daochun said to Fangzheng, "Master, sorry for the embarrassment. Wait a moment, I'll contact the sponsor and see what's going on. "
Fangzheng pressed his palms together and said, "Amitabha. Patron, go ahead."
Wang Daochun nodded and left with his phone …
"Tch, a crappy calligrapher dares to posture? If he doesn't have the ability, why is he pretending?" the bespectacled man said disdainfully.
"That's right. Our Master Fan was invited. Who does he think he is?" another person said.
…
As for the people on Wang Daochun's side, they were clearly real calligraphers. They had never seen such a situation before. Someone said angrily, "A calligrapher doesn't even know Wang Daochun … Where did these fellows come from?"
"What are the sponsors doing? This isn't promoting Chinese calligraphy, but smacking Chinese calligraphy! "
"With so many clowns, this exhibition will probably become an exhibition of embarrassment."
"Thankfully, Huang Yu was stopped by Master. Otherwise, we would have lost all our face."
"Let's wait for Wang Daochun to figure out the situation. Everyone, calm down."
…
Fangzheng also understood that a group of masters and a bunch of nobodies had been stuffed into one place. Something was probably going to happen today!
At that moment, someone shouted, "Good! Master's calligraphy is good! "
"Good! That's great! "
"What a godly technique!"
…
Fangzheng pricked up his brows and walked over with Red Boy.
In the crowd, six women in qipao were holding a long piece of Xuan paper as they looked ahead with a smile.
A white-robed, white-bearded old man who was less than 1.5 meters tall stood there with his hands behind his back. He raised his head slightly as though he was preparing something. He clearly didn't do anything, but people kept shouting his praises like a repeater. The atmosphere at the scene was extremely awkward. Some of the spectators were also baffled, but they still took out their cell phones to take pictures …
Fangzheng's arrival did not attract anyone's attention. However, the old man suddenly opened his eyes and waved his hand. He shouted, "Bring me the brush!"
Following that, a woman in a qipao walked up with a basin. The basin was covered with a black cloth, and it was unknown what was inside.
The woman came in front of the master and bent her back slightly to bow.
There was nothing she could do about it. The master was too tall. If the woman didn't bend her back, it would be difficult for him to hold the brush …
"Everyone, what Master Liu will be demonstrating next is a calligraphy that transcends the era. It's a peerless calligraphy that will open a new path in the world of calligraphy! This calligraphy will definitely leave a deep mark in history. It will also surpass the calligraphy of mortals like Wang Xizhi! This is a calligraphy that transcends the era, transcends the century, and transcends the limits of human thought! " A man walked forward and held a microphone. He looked excited as though he had been injected with adrenaline.
When everyone heard that, their curiosity was immediately piqued. All of them craned their necks, waiting to see the calligraphy that transcended the era.
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