Chapter 100
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It didn't matter if he really understood it or if he pretended to understand it. Those who were fated would naturally obtain it.
Liu Haikang and Ye Xuan chatted for a while. Putting aside the other party's identity, he also admired Ye Xuan very much.
Now that he heard Ye Xuan talk about calligraphy so clearly and logically, he couldn't help but feel excited. He opened his mouth and invited, "Boss Ye, do you want to practice calligraphy? Why don't we go upstairs and have a chat? "
Ye Xuan saw the eager faces of the people around him, so he nodded in agreement.
"Everyone, please follow me."
The Liu family's villa had its own elevator. Under Liu Haikang's lead, the few of them went up to the top floor.
Liu Haikang had converted the top floor into a study. The furniture inside was still fragrant rosewood, showing off his financial strength.
On the unusually wide desk, the four treasures of the study were all present. In the middle of the desk was a pile of fine Xuan paper with a paperweight on top.
There were a few Zhejiang Hu brushes on the pen rack. They were also the best of the calligraphy brushes, and each of them was expensive.
Liu Yanran didn't understand calligraphy, so she went straight to the bookshelf.
As soon as she came up, she stared at the many thread-bound books on the bookshelf. She was very curious about them.
"Chairman Liu, can I just flip these books open and read them?" Liu Yanran asked politely.
Many fastidious collectors hated it when people flipped through their antique books with their bare hands. This was because the water vapor from the hands would speed up the decay of the books.
If one really wanted to read them, they would have to wear dry white gloves on their hands before they could flip through the books.
Liu Haikang didn't mind. He waved his hand generously. "Director Liu, feel free to read them!"
Liu Yun followed behind silently without making a sound.
Almost no one could understand how he felt right now.
His father was too different from how he usually was. He found it hard to accept at the moment.
He even missed his father, who was so calm and collected.
Liu Haikang walked to the side of the inkstone and ground out some ink himself.
The bulging black liquid actually carried a peculiar fragrance.
Ye Xuan had already guessed the source of the ink with just a sniff. "It's Hui ink. Director Liu is really a fastidious person. The things and utensils used are all of the best quality."
Hui ink was one of the best inks, which could be judged from its color and unique fragrance.
This kind of ink was worthy of an antique inkstone.
Liu Haikang finished grinding the ink and walked to the desk. After thinking for a moment, he wrote a poem on the paper like a dragon.
It was the poem that Ye Xuan had praised Deng Shiru.
It is rare that my heart is as pure as the snow, and I know that riches and honor are fleeting clouds.
Once an expert made a move, one would be able to tell whether or not he was an expert.
The moment Liu Haikang picked up the brush, his entire temperament underwent a certain change.
Under his control, the brush moved quickly on the paper like a dragon.
It was a simple line of words, but there was a sense of grandeur to it.
Between each stroke, it was as if Liu Haikang's many years of life experience and understanding of life had been integrated into it. Every word was full of stories.
When the crowd saw Liu Haikang's words, they couldn't help but exclaim in admiration.
"Director Liu is really well-versed in calligraphy. The essence of these words is completely reflected in them!"
"It's really good writing. It's as if the strength has penetrated the back of the paper! It feels like the rice paper with the words on it weighs a thousand pounds! "
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