Lin Xi was stunned.
He didn't know why Sheng Qingtang would ask such a question, but he still answered, "Yes, President Sheng. I just sent this piece of calligraphy to Master Wei Hou on Saturday. He said it was his practice."
"Practice?" Sheng Qingtang restrained himself. He remembered that this wasn't his son, so he didn't slap him.
He was so angry that he laughed. "Wei Hou has the nerve to say that this is his practice? Does he deserve it?! "
As soon as he said this, the faces of the other masters in the art world changed.
Although Sheng Qingtang specialized in calligraphy, he also had achievements in Chinese painting and carving. He had a high status in the art world and was almost at a unique level.
He had a strange temper and had no apprentices under him.
But this didn't stop the other masters from respecting him.
Since Sheng Qingtang said this, he must have seen something.
Lin Xi was stunned.
"Now, immediately, call that idiot Wei Hou here!" Sheng Qingtang shouted at the president of the Hu City Art Association. "I want to see him in ten minutes."
"President Sheng, calm down, calm down." The president of the Hu City Art Association hurriedly apologized. "I'll go now. You've just been discharged. You can't be angry."
"None of your business …" Sheng Qingtang was angry again. Just as he was about to lose his temper, he saw the girl on the right glare at him.
She was very light and faint.
Sheng Qingtang immediately shut up.
Oh no.
He forgot that the Yingshen doctor was here.
If he accidentally fell on his head again, no one would treat him.
"Cough, cough." Sheng Qingtang was a little guilty. He waved his hand and said with a straight face, "Hurry up."
"Yes, yes, yes."
The president of the Hu City Art Association hurried away.
The bullet screen exploded again.
[F * ck, who is this old man? Why does the president of the Hu City Art Association respect him so much?]
[And he said that Wei Hou doesn't deserve to write this calligraphy. Although I don't know why, it's inexplicably convincing.]
[Ahhhh, this is Sheng Qingtang!!!]
[I'm confused. Who is Sheng Qingtang?]
[In the front row, I'm Shengqingtang, the former president of the Hua Nation's Calligraphy and Art Association. I'm good at clerical script, regular script, cursive script, large seal script, small seal script, and many other scripts. Each script is worth at least ten million yuan. I'm also good at painting, printmaking, and carving. I was once invited to Continent O to participate in an engraving competition and won the championship.]
[Three years ago, Shengqingtang stepped down as the president of the Hua City Calligraphy and Art Association and lived in seclusion. Even his colleagues couldn't find him. I didn't expect to see him here today.]
[It can even suppress the other countries in Continent O. How strong is this sculpture?]
[F * ck, Qing Zhi even invited Shengqing Hall. The principal is too awesome. I didn't skip class to watch the live broadcast in vain today.]
Hence, the bullet screen was filled with praises for the principal.
The principal was speechless.
He's not. He's not.
How could he be so arrogant? He was also very confused.
**
Below the stage.
Zhong Zhiwan dug his nails into his palms. His eyes were red with anger.
Shengqingtang actually knew that the calligraphy was not Wei Hou's?
But why would Shengqing Hall deign to come here?
Could it be that this calligraphy was written by Shengqingtang?
Zhong Zhiwan frowned.
Impossible.
Shengqingtang's personal style was too obvious. His running script was not this kind of calligraphy.
As long as Wei Hou did not admit it, Shengqingtang had no evidence.
Even if something happened, she would not be implicated. After all, Wei Hou was the one who wanted to be greedy.
Zhong Zhiwan calmed himself down and breathed a sigh of relief.
**
Before ten minutes were up, the president of the Hucheng City Art Association returned.
Behind him, two staff members were supporting Wei Hou as they walked over.
Wei Hou's face was pale. He was carsick and had vomited a few times just now.
Lin Xi called out, "Master Wei Hou."
Wei Hou was even more arrogant. Why would he care about a junior?
He did not even look at Lin Xi. He coughed a few times, stepped forward, and said respectfully, "President Shengqingtang, I didn't know you were coming. Please forgive me for not coming out to meet you."
"Not coming out to meet you?" Shengqingtang's eyes were cold. "If you came out to meet me, I would be the one with a short life!"
Wei Hou's face darkened. "President Shengqingtang, what do you mean?"
Didn't Shengqingtang take the position of president of the Hua City Calligraphy and Art Association because he was twenty years older than him?
If they were of the same generation, how could Shengqingtang compare to him?
"What do I mean?" Shengqingtang snorted and picked up the scroll. "He said that this calligraphy was written by you. You tell him."
Wei Hou looked over and his eyelids twitched.
He had a deep impression of this calligraphy.
This was a level he could not reach even if he practiced for another ten years.
Wei Hou had been famous in the art world for a long time and knew many people. He could tell at a glance that this calligraphy did not belong to any famous calligrapher.
Those who were lower in status than him did not dare to contradict him and could only give this calligraphy to him.
Therefore, when Lin Xi brought it over, Wei Hou immediately recognized it.
He had not left the mountain for a long time because he had encountered a bottleneck.
This piece of calligraphy could help him gain a more stable footing in the art world.
"Yes." Wei Hou did not deny it. "This calligraphy is indeed my practice. What do you want to say, President Shengqingtang?"
He did not see that when he said this, the big screen behind him was covered with the word "trash".
[Wei Hou is fifty years old this year, right? His calligraphy is worse than a seventeen-year-old high school student's. No wonder he is called trash.]
[Hahaha, he even admitted it in public. He probably doesn't know what happened before. What a slap in the face.]
[I remember that Wei Hou is also a member of the Hua City Calligraphy and Art Association. His position is not low, this …]
Shengqingtang's eyes turned colder. "So, you also know that a student took your calligraphy and cheated in the competition?"
Wei Hou frowned and remembered what Zhong Zhiwan said the other day. He was calm. "I lent my calligraphy to a student to copy. Why, who stole it?"
"President Shengqingtang, this is really Master Wei Hou …"
Lin Xi wanted to argue, but Shengqingtang glared at him. "How can you interrupt when I'm talking?"
Lin Xi's face turned red after being reprimanded, but he did not dare to say anything.
Shengqingtang looked at Wei Hou. "When did you write it?"
"Four days ago. I just had the inspiration." Wei Hou was impatient. "If President Shengqingtang is only asking me about such a trivial matter, I, Wei Hou, will not entertain you."
"Fine, fine, fine!" Shengqingtang slammed the table angrily. "You said that you wrote this four days ago, but I saw it a week ago and even took a picture. Did you transmigrate back in time to write it?!"
He turned on his phone, opened the photo from that day, and showed it to the camera.
"Look carefully, this was taken at my house. This is my bald unfilial son. This is my watermelon and apple." Shengqingtang sneered. "Wei Hou, do you know where my house opens?"
"You have the nerve to say that this calligraphy is your practice?!"
The screen zoomed in on the photo so that people could see clearly that the calligraphy in the photo was exactly the same as what Lin Xi had shown.
There was no difference at all.
Wei Hou looked up nonchalantly.
When he looked at it, his mind went blank with a "hum".
"…"
No one expected such a reversal. They were all shocked.
Zhong Zhiwan's face turned pale, and his lips trembled violently.
There was actually … evidence?
Wasn't this too much of a coincidence?
The bullet screen exploded even more violently.
[F * ck, so this' trash 'calligraphy wasn't written by Wei Hou? Then how trashy is his writing?]
[So, who wrote this piece of calligraphy? A mystery of the century?]
[No, no, no. The point is, why did Wei Hou falsely claim it? What is he after?]
[I'm now deeply suspicious of Wei Hou's previous achievements. Are they fake?]
[Wei Hou is the disgrace of the art world. I beg the Hua Hua Calligraphy Artists Association to investigate him thoroughly!]
"Tell me, tell me!" Shengqingtang pressed on step by step, sneering again and again, "Is this calligraphy piece your practice brush?"
Wei Hou was drenched in cold sweat. He couldn't even stand properly.
He wanted to speak, but he couldn't utter a single word.
Beside him, Lin Xi was also shocked.
"How dare you lie to me and accuse a student of cheating." Shengqingtang turned his head abruptly. "You, call the Hua Hua Calligraphy Artists Association now. I want Wei Hou's punishment now."
The president of the Hu City Arts Association wiped his sweat and took out his cell phone.
"President Sheng!" Wei Hou's expression changed drastically. "President Sheng, you've gone too far."
If he had known that Shengqingtang had the photo, he wouldn't have falsely claimed it.
"What a joke. If I hadn't come today, wouldn't you have forced this student to admit that she cheated?" Shengqingtang didn't listen. "And you, Lin Xi, right?"
"You didn't investigate properly and you expelled a student from the Qing Zhi Association in public. I have to ask your teacher too. Is this what he usually teaches you?"
Lin Xi pursed his lips and clenched his fists. He didn't speak.
How could he doubt Wei Hou's words?
Although he had been a little impulsive in this matter.
"Oh, by the way, this student showed me this calligraphy not long ago. She said that she wanted to take it to the art festival." Shengqingtang's voice was cold. "Wei Hou, let me ask you again. Why is your seal on this?"
He was about to die of anger.
Such a beautiful piece of calligraphy was ruined by Wei Hou's seal.
His heart ached unbearably.
"…"
Lin Xi turned his head abruptly.
Ying Zijin leaned against the pillar quietly.
The sunlight was cut into pieces by the tree leaves and fell on her skin. A light golden light floated.
She was so beautiful that it seemed like she didn't belong to this world.
She seemed to have sensed something and slowly turned to look over.
Her pair of phoenix-like eyes were as beautiful as the sunset.
The surroundings were extremely quiet.
The cameraman even forgot to move.
After a long time, the first bullet screen finally appeared on the big screen.
[Emm … So when I'm being ruthless, I'm even scolding myself?]
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