[She's even better than Yan Bao. She probably doesn't know that Yan Bao has already held several calligraphy exhibitions.]
[To be honest, she is good-looking, but she is too arrogant. Yan Bao, slap her in the face!]
Although Xiu Yan had entered the entertainment industry, she was the eldest daughter of the Xiu family. Naturally, she was proficient in music, chess, calligraphy, and painting.
However, to be able to hold a calligraphy exhibition, Xiu Yan's calligraphy skills were impressive.
Not long ago, her calligraphy had been sent by the vice president of the Hua Hua Calligraphy Artists Association to the International Calligraphy and Painting Exhibition to participate in a competition.
Fans knew what the Hua Hua Calligraphy Artists Association represented.
All the top calligraphy masters in Hua Hua belonged to this association.
And these calligraphy masters would not take in disciples so easily.
Of course, the Xiu family was one of the reasons, but Xiu Yan herself was very impressive.
After Ying Zijin finished watching the part where Ying Zijin lost her memory by jumping off a building, she finally looked at Xiu Yan. "I'll write a piece of calligraphy. It's expensive."
Xiu Yan's smile faded. "Mr Ying, what do you mean?"
The conversation between the two was clearly recorded in the livestream.
The bullet screen was filled with question marks.
【？？？ Does she know that Yan Bao is the eldest daughter of the Xiu family and is deliberately blackmailing her?]
[What do you mean your calligraphy is more expensive? Do you know that Yan Bao's calligraphy can sell for two hundred thousand? How expensive can your calligraphy be?]
[Yan Bao, promise her that if she loses, she will buy your calligraphy!]
Xiu Yan glanced at the bullet screen in the live broadcast room and thought for a moment. He smiled and said, "Alright, whoever wins will buy the other person's calligraphy."
When she heard this, Ying Zijin yawned with a lazy expression. "Let's do it then."
Xiu Yan made a call and asked someone to bring her brushes, ink, paper, and inkstone.
"Mr Ying, this is the website of the Hua Hua Calligraphy Artists Association." Xiu Yan opened a website. "After we upload our calligraphy, the website will evaluate the score."
"Generally speaking, a calligraphy score of 90 points can be sold for five hundred thousand."
As she spoke, Xiu Yan picked up the brush again. "Mr Ying, which one do you want? Weasel brush or goat brush? "
Ying Zijin glanced at them and casually took one. "It doesn't matter."
Xiu Yan's hand, which was holding the brush, paused. Then he smiled and said, "It seems that Mr Ying is very capable."
[What's so amazing about it? Even a beginner in calligraphy knows that different types of brushes are used for different paintings. How can it not matter?]
[You've never even learned calligraphy, right? You were originally an art student who came to participate in the ISC. Now it seems that art doesn't make the cut?]
Xiu Yan spread out the rice paper, dipped it in the ground ink, and began to write.
She wrote in running script, and there was a sense of elegance between the lines.
While writing, Xiu Yan glanced at the girl. Seeing that she stopped after writing one word, he couldn't help but shake his head slightly.
Five minutes later, Xiuyan stopped writing.
After blowing on the rice paper, she took out her phone to take a picture.
Ying Zijin only wrote one word. After that, she turned her attention back to the TV.
Teng Yunmeng nimbly took out her phone. "Zijin, I'll take a picture for you."
"Now, I'll upload our words to this website." Xiu Yan tapped on the screen to make sure that everyone in the live broadcast room could see it.
[Yan Bao, hurry up and upload the score. Only then can she know who's better.]
"I'll upload it right away." Xiu Yan smiled and comforted her fans. "Don't worry."
"Zijin." Teng Yunmeng lowered her voice. "It's okay if you lose. After all, Xiu Yan is half a member of the Hua Nation's Calligraphy Association. She's really capable."
Ying Zijin slowly stretched. "I'll treat you to a meal after I win."
Teng Yunmeng, "???"
Because their words were uploaded at the same time, the score was also posted at the same time.
Xiu Yan specifically posted Ying Zijin's score first.
She moved the mouse and clicked on the score column.
A big red "100" popped up, and the website even played jubilant music.
[…]
The fans in the live broadcast room fell silent.
This "100" was obviously a slap to their faces.
"Mr Ying's calligraphy is really good." Xiu Yan was still smiling, and her expression didn't change. "I'm not an art student, so I can't compare."
She clicked on her score again.
An "8" popped up.
The jubilant music immediately disappeared and was replaced by a string of desolate erhu sounds.
Teng Yunmeng laughed out loud.
Ying Zijin pressed her head.
Shengqingtang was called the Old Urchin for a reason.
Even a website could be like this.
Xiu Yan's fingers trembled in disbelief.
If it weren't for the fact that she was still live broadcasting, she would have pounced on her.
The number "8" was like a knife, glaring at her eyes.
Last time, she got 80 points. She practiced for a long time, and even her teacher rarely praised her. How could she get an "8"?
Xiu Yan tucked her hair behind her ear and forced herself to calm down. She smiled carelessly. "The system made a mistake. I'll repost it."
As she spoke, she uploaded her own words.
Ten seconds later, the score came out. It was 85.
Xiu Yan breathed a sigh of relief and smiled. "This is the right score. I'll repost Mr Ying's words."
She clicked on the upload button.
The score came out quickly. It was still 100.
Xiu Yan's fingernails dug into her palms.
85 and 100 were not as bad as 8 and 100.
But before Xiu Yan could completely relax, her score changed in the next second.
From 85, it became an "8".
Once again, the sad erhu sounds were heard.
The comments in the live broadcast room were completely silent. The fans couldn't say a single word.
Obviously, either the website's system made a mistake, or Xiu Yan's score was "8".
In the end, the people who broke the silence were passers-by and some of Xiu Yan's anti-fans.
[I've used this website before. Its scoring system is based on proportion. If someone's handwriting is better, the other people's scores will correspondingly drop.]
[F * ck, hahahaha. So Sister Shen Yan's calligraphy is so good that she directly lowered Xiu Yan's score to single digits? I can't take it anymore. This is too funny.]
[I get it, I get it. She got 100 points because she only got 100 points.]
[Indeed, she's just so-so. If she wrote seriously, Xiu Yan, you don't even deserve to be compared to her.]
[The big celebrity bullied an amateur. She didn't expect her to be a professional. She kicked an iron plate, right?]
[Where did the fans get the shame to hit her in the face? Her face is gone now, right?]
Even though the moderators kept deleting the comments and muting them, they couldn't control it.
This live broadcast for the fans turned into a scene of mockery.
The fans were even more ashamed. They forgot to speak up for Xiu Yan.
Xiu Yan slammed his laptop shut. His tensed expression finally cracked.
"I won't charge you more. I'll charge you one million." Ying Zijin leaned on the sofa lazily. "I've sent you the receipt code. Remember to transfer the money."
Xiu Yan left with an ashen face.
When she left, her hands were trembling.
Teng Yunmeng came back to her senses in a daze.
Their team's appearance and IQ were also a little money maker.
**
After returning to her bedroom, Xiu Yan was so angry that she smashed the inkstone.
Her chest heaved as she picked up her phone and dialed a number. "Hello, yes, it's me. We'll be going out tomorrow. When the time comes, I'll call her. You can act according to the situation."
She didn't know what the other party said.
Xiu Yan laughed. "She has no background and is from Hu City. Which one of us can't make her disappear from the capital without anyone knowing? Feng Hua, if you don't want her, I'll contact someone else. I believe your brothers will also be interested. "
"No, no, no, Miss Xiu." Hearing this, Feng Hua became anxious. "I want her, I want her. It's hard for Miss Xiu to consider me first."
"I'll say it in advance. I'm only responsible for bringing her." Xiu Yan faintly said, "I won't care about other things."
"Okay, you can bring her here." Feng Hua said, "I've done this kind of thing many times. I won't implicate Miss Xiu. Besides, how would I dare?"
Although the Feng family was considered a famous family in the capital, compared to the Xiu family, it was not enough.
Not to mention that Xiu Yan wanted to send someone to him, even if she wanted to ask him for help, Feng Hua must do it.
He took a sip of wine and clicked on the picture that Xiu Yan sent him. He proudly showed off to the young master next to him. "Look, isn't this girl very beautiful?"
"Yo, Feng gongzi, where did you get this?" The young master next to him was very surprised. "Which celebrity?"
"No, no, she's just an ordinary person." Feng Hua waved his hand. "Miss Xiu said that she would give this girl to me. When I'm tired of playing with her, I'll give her to you."
"That's good." The young master smiled. "I'd like to try, but I don't think Mu gongzi will participate in this kind of thing, right?"
He turned his head and looked at Mu Chen Zhou on the other side. He teased: "Our Mu gongzi is about to inherit Family Mu."
Mu Chen Zhou stared at the picture and didn't speak.
Feng Hua noticed the change in Mu Chen Zhou's expression and sobered up. "Mu gongzi, do you know her? Is she your woman? "
If it was someone that Mu Chen Zhou knew, he wouldn't dare to touch her.
He couldn't afford to offend the Xiu family and Family Mu.
He was greedy for women, but he cherished his life even more.
Mu Chen Zhou took a slow breath and faintly turned her head. "I don't know her. You can play with her as you wish."
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