Wu Changxi was infuriated as he lost the tiny bit of restraint he had. He pointed at Ouyang Huazai and said, "Ouyang Huazai! Don't go too far! I know you're a calligraphy master, but you didn't see it with your own eyes, so you don't have the right to spout nonsense! If you have the ability, then come up the mountain with me. If you don't, then scram! "
"Bastard!" Ouyang Huazai was infuriated as well. All these years, no one had dared to glare at him.
The president of the Calligraphy Association, Jiang Songyun, hurriedly went forward and said, "Gentlemen, gentlemen, don't quarrel. Can I say something fair about this matter? "
Seeing that Jiang Songyun had spoken, Wu Changxi's anger subsided. He said, "President, please be the judge."
Ouyang Huazai said, "President Jiang, is there even a need to look at these words? Just look at the picture of the monk in the snow. It's purely a publicity stunt! "
Wu Changxi immediately glared at Ouyang Huazai. Ouyang Huazai did not back down and was about to start fighting again.
Jiang Songyun said, "Alright, the two of you, stop arguing. I've seen the photo and the words. "
Ouyang Huazai and Wu Changxi looked at Jiang Songyun, waiting for his evaluation.
Jiang Songyun patted Wu Changxi on the shoulder and said, "Little Wu, I know that young people are a little impatient, but haste makes waste. The art of calligraphy was not something that could be mastered in a few days. From an artistic point of view, this photo of yours is indeed not bad … "
"Guild Leader, that's enough. In short, you don't believe it either, right? "Wu Changxi asked with a belly full of grievances.
Jiang Songyun nodded and was about to say something when Wu Changxi picked up his photo and turned to leave. He said as he walked, "Short-sighted, a frog at the bottom of a well!"
"You!" Ouyang Huazai and Jiang Songyun were infuriated!
However, Wu Changxi had already rushed all the way out and disappeared without a trace.
After the two of them looked at each other, Ouyang Huazai said, "That bastard, I want him to understand the consequences of angering me!"
With that said, Ouyang Huazai went to make a phone call. With regards to this, Jiang Songyun did not say a word, nor did he do anything. Clearly, he was allowing Ouyang Huazai to do as he pleased.
When Wu Changxi went out, he was a little lost. He couldn't find the Calligraphy Association in the city. What should he do next? Wu Changxi was a stubborn person. Since this path was blocked, he might as well visit all the famous calligraphers! He didn't believe that no one would recognize it!
However, Wu Changxi was destined to be disappointed. These famous calligraphers might think that the calligraphy was good, but no one thought that it was real. They all said that it was photoshopped and even reprimanded him. As a result, Wu Changxi had a stomach full of grievances but no one to complain to. After returning to the news agency in the evening, Wu Changxi was pulled over by the chief editor for a chat. Then, Wu Changxi left the news agency dejectedly.
At night, Wu Changxi pulled Monkey along and drank wildly. In his drunken stupor, he revealed the cause of the matter.
Monkey kept an eye on Wu Changxi. He knew that something had happened to Wu Changxi and that he was about to get drunk, so he didn't drink too much and waited to send him back. After hearing Wu Changxi's story, Monkey patted Wu Changxi and said, "Bro, you are too anxious about this. If they don't believe the photos, you can ask the master to write a few words and take it! As for the job, if I lose it, then so be it. Brother, I'm short of hands. You can go help me. Oh, right, if you can't do it in the city, you can go to other cities … "
"Jackals of the same tribe, jackals of the same tribe!" Wu Changxi's eyes were hazy from drunkenness as he grumbled blindly.
Monkey was helpless as well. There was no way to explain things to him. After a few more drinks, he made Wu Changxi drunk and sent him home.
The next day, Wu Changxi was still depressed. Monkey continued persuading him to go to the province or the capital, but it was useless. At that moment, Lu Xiaoya said impatiently, "Are you all pigs? If they don't believe me, bet with them! I'll bet a million. If you're not convinced, come up the mountain! "
"Bam!"
Wu Changxi slammed the table and stood up, asking, "What did you say?!"
Lu Xiaoya jumped in fright as she said weakly, "I … I was just saying casually."
Monkey smiled and said, "What you said casually might really be a solution! If we can facilitate this competition, it will be a chance for the master to become famous. As for Old Wu, it will be a chance for him to prove himself. He can even earn a sum of money at the same time! "
Wu Changxi nodded and said, "That's right, let's do it! But the money will have to wait for a while … "
"There's no need. I'll pay for it!" Monkey patted his chest and shouted. This was something that was in the bag, and it was a sure win. It would be a waste if he didn't do it!
Wu Changxi was overjoyed and immediately rushed out. This time, he did not seek out Ouyang Huazai. Instead, he sought out his friends in the news media from the various newspaper publishers. There was no other reason other than to declare war on Ouyang Huazai!
Everyone was originally friends, and everyone had heard about Wu Changxi being defamed and forced to resign. All of a sudden, they shared the same hatred and reposted it!
As the matter escalated, Ouyang Huazai soon learned of it.
When Ouyang Huazai saw the bet of a million, he was dumbfounded. A million? Although he was a famous calligrapher, one million was not a small number! At the same time, this number was not a small number for the other party! With such a huge bet, could it be that the other party had a card up his sleeve?
Upon thinking of this, Ouyang Huazai did not dare to gamble. However, if he did not reply, his reputation would be tarnished! Fame or money, which was more important?
Finally, Ouyang Huazai replied, "So be it! However, it was meaningless to bet on calligraphy. It was better to bet on whose calligraphy was better! If that young monk's calligraphy is really better than mine, I'll admit defeat! On the contrary, Wu Changxi will have to apologize to me and admit that he was a cheat who was trying to play to the gallery! "
Wu Changxi shouted across the air, "No problem! If you lose, I only want 500,000. The remaining 500,000 will be given to the master to repair the temple! "
Ouyang Huazai agreed. The two agreed to go up the mountain in three days!
Instantly, everyone in Black Mountain City was attracted by the two people's huge bet. All of them looked up in anticipation, waiting for the final outcome. At the same time, they were very curious. What sort of place was Mt. One Finger and One Finger Temple? How could it attract such a huge battle? Although society had developed to a point where calligraphy was no longer mainstream, and great calligraphers were often lost in the sea of people. However, once this matter was exposed, it would stir up everyone's curiosity towards traditional culture. Furthermore, this plot had the flavor of a novel. A monk from a remote temple that couldn't be found challenged the city's great calligrapher? It would be too entertaining.
When everyone searched the internet, they were even more at a loss. In such a small place, in such a remote place, in such an inconspicuous place, could there really be a master?
The power of netizens was infinite. Soon, someone dug up Jiang Ting's Weibo. The matter of Yang Huazai praying for a child was once again exposed. At the same time, Jiang Ting's latest update included the news that Han Xiaoguo's daughter, Han Xiaomi, was suspected to have been cured of a terminal brain tumor at One Finger Temple.
There was an uproar, but there were even more people who did not believe it.
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