Below the Weibo post, there was naturally a picture.
It was the Ten Square World that Ying Zijin had brought to the meeting room.
The reason why the Ten Square World was famous in the sculpting world was because it was difficult to forge.
Not to mention the possibility of imitating the ice jade raw stone, even if it was possible, there were not many people who could carve eighty-eight Buddhas of different shapes on the Half-Man Highland jade.
As a result, there were no imitations of the Ten Square World in the market.
This was why the CEO of DK Corporation lost his composure when he saw the Ten Square World.
No one could have imagined that someone would be able to create a new Ten Square World in just four days. Moreover, it was even better than the previous one.
Not to mention outsiders, if Old Master Zhong hadn't given the middle-aged shareholder this Weibo document, he wouldn't have known that the Ten Square World hadn't returned yet, but was newly carved.
"Uncle Zhong, are you serious?" After the shareholder posted the post, he came back with his mouth agape. "That's not our Ten Square World?"
"Of course not." Old Mr. Zhong waved his hand proudly. "I told you, it was my granddaughter who carved it."
Oh, he heard that the kid from the Fu Family helped too.
Whatever, he couldn't see or hear anything.
When he returned the snacks that Master Fu stole from him, he would look at him in the eye.
The shareholder wiped his sweat and asked in a trembling voice, "You're not joking?"
"What's there to joke about?" Old Mr. Zhong wasn't happy. "I didn't exaggerate. I'm not afraid to tell you that my granddaughter knows people from IBI."
Okay, he didn't know either.
But that didn't stop him from bragging.
Who would be stingy with praises for their own child?
The shareholder wanted to say that Old Mr. Zhong was joking.
IBI was an international organization. Even the rich kids in the Capital couldn't get in touch with it, how could they in Hucheng?
However, when the words reached the tip of his tongue, he hesitated.
IBI had been cracking down on international crimes, but they didn't register a Weibo account and post a post.
Countless international crimes happened every day, and IBI was in charge of monitoring and managing most of them. They were short on manpower.
Even if the loss of the Ten Square World was a transnational theft, it was a very serious matter.
But it wasn't like there hadn't been bigger incidents before. After all, this theft didn't involve any lives. Why would IBI post on Weibo?
The middle-aged shareholder didn't believe that IBI was keeping pace with the times.
Perhaps … it really had something to do with the little girl?
Under Old Mr. Zhong's constant bragging, the middle-aged shareholder finally believed him.
However, the netizens who had not experienced the theft all believed it when they saw this Weibo post.
[It's fake, right? Her? Oh, I remember that she won an award for her calligraphy. Was it from the school's art festival? But carving? I'm sorry, I'll smile first as a sign of respect.]
[I've got to hand it to you. Can't the Zhong Group do something that the people of the mortal realm would like to see? I know you want to protect your own people, but you shouldn't put gold and jade on your face like this.]
[With all due respect, carving is completely different from calligraphy and painting. Alright, even if your cousin really knows how to carve, can she finish carving in four days?]
[Do you have any evidence? It's just a drawing. Who knows if it's from your previous inventory?]
[Let me whisper. Let's not talk about other things. This cousin is very bold. Didn't the other employees of the Zhong Group also say that? Did she successfully make DK Group add a stake to the bet?]
[Yes, I love this point alone. Those who only know how to type on the keyboard and sneer behind their phones. What are you doing at the age of seventeen? Do you need your mother to help you change your clothes?]
[Don't be jealous of her sister if you don't have the ability. If you were to sign an agreement with a big company, you would be so scared that you'd lose control of your bladder before you even arrived at the scene.]
[We'll help our sister see if anyone is viciously criticizing her on the Internet. Then you'll receive a lawyer's letter. No need to thank us.]
The mocking netizens shut up one by one.
The middle-aged shareholder frowned as he read the comments. "Uncle Zhong, do we have evidence that Ten Square World was carved by your cousin?"
"What evidence do you need?" Old Mr. Zhong was very unhappy. "This was carved by my granddaughter. Do you think she can create a second Ten Square World out of thin air?"
The middle-aged shareholder sighed. "But Uncle Zhong, the problem is that the people on the Internet don't believe it."
"They don't believe it?" Old Mr. Zhong also took out his phone and was full of fighting spirit. "I'll talk to them."
Before he opened Weibo, a call came in.
"Grandpa."
"Hey." Old Mr. Zhong coughed. "Zijin, have you gone back to your father's house?"
"Don't post on Weibo anymore." Ying Zijin pressed her head and said tactfully, "Please let me take care of my old age."
Old Mr. Zhong: "…"
No, who was going to take care of their old age?
He was already in his seventies, but he didn't want to retire. Instead, the more he worked, the more energetic he became.
But his granddaughter was going to take care of her old age?!
"Grandpa, I know you mean well." Ying Zijin lowered her eyes and smiled. "I'm watching."
Old Master Zhong suddenly felt a little uncomfortable in his heart.
He hadn't done anything. He had only asked the company to post on Weibo.
Sometimes, people who had been in the dark for too long needed to hold on to any warmth.
Old Mr. Zhong frowned. "But the Internet —"
"It's okay." Ying Zijin said indifferently, "I don't look."
She just didn't take the initiative to interfere with her retirement.
After hanging up the phone, Old Mr. Zhong thought for a while and turned to ask the middle-aged shareholder, "What do you think of my granddaughter?"
"Very good." The middle-aged shareholder became serious. "Throw away your own filters. Miss Biao is very suitable to be a manager."
If she signed the VAM agreement, the Zhong Group would win.
It would also bring huge profits to the Zhong Group. He had never seen such a good business person.
Old Master Zhong nodded, and his decision became even clearer.
**
Inside the Maserati.
Ying Zijin looked expressionlessly at Berg, who was crazily sending her WeChat messages. It took a lot of patience not to block him.
[Master Ying, it's you, right?]
[I knew it must be you! Master Ying, even if you don't want to accept me as your disciple, I must call you teacher! Your wife is too amazing. Is there any art that you don't know?]
[Master Ying, when will we meet again? I'm still in Shanghai because of you. Sob sob sob sob. Please, teach me how you painted so much like Chino Feng.]
Ying Zijin clicked on the three small dots at the top right of the chat box and turned on the silent mode.
Very good.
The world suddenly became quiet.
Fu Yunshen tilted his head. "The oil painting master who wants you to go to Continent O's Royal Academy of Art?"
"Yes." Ying Zijin was silent for a while. "Do you think that oil painters are all chatterboxes?"
Chino Feng was, and so was Berg Bryan.
Could it be that there was a tradition in Continent O's oil painting world?
Ying Zijin was deep in thought.
"Yes." Fu Yunshen leaned against the driver's seat with a lazy expression. "I said no."
Ying Zijin turned her eyes and raised her eyebrows.
Fu Yunshen raised his peach blossom eyes and said in a low and hoarse voice with a smile, "Our little kid can die if she says a few more words."
So the oil painting master in front of him was very unusual.
"…"
"So I'm quite happy." Fu Yunshen raised his hand and casually rubbed the girl's hair. "It's rare that Yaoyao has so much to say in front of me."
What were depressed people most afraid of? They were afraid of completely closing themselves off and not contacting the outside world.
In this way, their condition would be worse.
Fortunately, it would not happen now.
Ying Zijin glanced at him and was about to say something when her phone rang.
It was Shengqingtang.
"Little magic doctor!" He sounded very excited. "I knew that you were different in many ways! I didn't expect that you could even carve. "
He had learned carving before, so he knew the extraordinariness of the Ten Square World better than laymen.
The Ten Square World was not only a masterpiece of carving, but also contained Buddhist teachings.
If he had not read Buddhist scriptures, he would not have been able to carve the Ten Square World.
Was the little magic doctor still human?!
"Little magic doctor, are you free recently? Let's meet." Shengqingtang continued, "I've already prepared the certificate of the Hua Calligraphy Artists Association for you. Come over and sign it. You don't have to do anything."
"No, no." The girl used the most polite tone to say the most heartless words. "This person is already dead. If there's anything, I'll burn some paper money."
Shengqingtang on the other end of the phone: "…"
**
Zhong Manhua naturally saw the Weibo post by the Zhong Group.
But when she saw it, she was already at the Zhong family's house.
She did not go on Weibo much. It was Zhong Zhiwan who told her.
When Zhong Manhua heard it, she was so angry that she laughed.
Did they say that the Ten Square World was carved by Ying Zijin?
Jiang Moyuan had helped them bring back a real daughter from a poor county. How could they not know what she was capable of?
Zhong Zhiwan was very good at reading people's expressions. Moreover, she had been feeling depressed for the past few days.
She looked at Zhong Manhua's expression and smiled. "Auntie, Grandpa really likes Cousin. I'm a little jealous of her."
Zhong Manhua did not respond.
She actually felt a little better that Old Mr. Zhong liked Ying Zijin.
Even if Ying Zijin was not good at anything, at least she had gained the favor of the older generation.
But she still had to be polite. Zhong Manhua smiled. "Wanwan, your grandpa still likes you the most."
Zhong Zhiwan's smile froze. His fingers clenched his clothes tightly.
"Hello?" Zhong Manhua picked up the phone. She was stunned. "What? You are from the Hua Calligraphy Artists Association? "
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