Liu Wei also squatted down and leaned over to whisper, "Xiao Xuan, what's wrong with the calligraphy? It looks pretty good to us. Why can't the calligraphy be displayed here? "
Ye Xuan said, "That's not what I meant."
Wang Jing also came over and smiled. "Little brother, you're talking nonsense. You've angered everyone, haven't you?" As she said that, she took the opportunity to pinch Ye Xuan's smooth little face. "Luckily, my grandpa is one of the organizers. Otherwise, if the owner of this calligraphy heard you, he would definitely chase you out."
Then, there was a commotion behind them. Everyone turned around and saw another group of people entering the room.
Looking at the group of people, the crowd began to whisper among themselves.
"Wow! Why are all these big shots here? The people who came in are the president and vice president of the Jinling Calligraphy Association, as well as the president and vice president of the Hang Huai Calligraphy and Painting Club. Eh? The man standing at the front is …? "
Everyone was puzzled. Who was the man in the lead? Why were so many famous presidents and vice presidents crowding around him?
Many people were discussing and guessing the man's identity.
After a long discussion, someone finally answered, "That's Boss Liu, Liu Haikang. He's from a big family."
"Liu Haikang? Isn't he the collector of that calligraphy? "
Everyone was shocked.
Liu Haikang walked in front of everyone. Everyone had a fawning expression on their faces.
"Boss Liu, your calligraphy is really back to basics. It has a profound artistic conception."
Then, the president of the Calligraphy Association said, "Have you thought it through? I'll exchange it with Mi Fu's calligraphy."
Liu Haikang did not even think and said, "No."
"Stingy," the president said softly. He seemed to be in low spirits. "Can you add in Dong Qichang's calligraphy too?"
Liu Haikang was stunned and did not say anything.
The president said dejectedly, "How can this be …"
At that moment, Wang Jing went over and said, "Grandpa, you're here?"
The president pulled himself together and said, "Aiyo, my dear granddaughter, why are you here?" Then, the president pulled Wang Jing's hand and patted her head. He complained to her like an old urchin, "Let me tell you, this Uncle Liu is very stingy. I gave him Mi Fu's calligraphy, but he was not willing to give me his collection of calligraphy."
Wang Jing asked, "Is it the calligraphy in the exhibition center?"
"Yes, that's a rare masterpiece in modern calligraphy," the president said.
Following that, Zhang Feng also walked up and said, "Hello, Grandpa Wang."
"Ah, you are …" The president turned to look at the vice president beside him.
The vice president nodded and said, "It's my useless youngest son, Zhang Feng."
The president smiled and said, "Zhang Feng? Not bad, not bad. I heard that you won quite a few newcomer awards from the Calligraphy Association? Young people these days are pretty good. "
The Vice President knew that Zhang Feng had won the award because of him, so he didn't dare to say anything.
Then, Zhang Feng scratched his head and said, "Hehe, it's okay, it's okay. Ah, right, Grandpa President, I saw the calligraphy you mentioned just now. It's hard to find a masterpiece that can compare to it in this century, let alone the next ten years. But you don't know, someone actually questioned the calligraphy just now. "
Hearing that, Liu Haikang looked over and asked curiously, "Oh? Questioned what? "
"Boss Liu, it made people angry just now. There's a kid who questioned how your calligraphy can be hung here. Look at his disdainful look and his tone. Anyone who loves calligraphy would be angry. "Zhang Feng tried his best to add fuel to the fire.
"This calligraphy can be hung here?" Zhang Feng even imitated Ye Xuan's tone. It was a perfect imitation.
The surrounding people also echoed, "That's right, that's right. I don't know which family's brat is running all over the place and spouting nonsense."
"What a killjoy. He's disturbing our appreciation of the masterpiece!"
"Yeah, whose kid is he? How can he speak like that? Doesn't he know that this is a place for cultured people? It's fine if a kid doesn't understand the value of a master's calligraphy, but how can an adult let him run around? "
Following that, Zhang Feng took the opportunity to pretend to answer the crowd, but in fact, he deliberately pointed at Ye Xuan and said, "It's him!"
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