True Daughter, She is the Almighty Boss

Chapter 90 The vest just fell off [3 more]

Lin Xi was taken aback.

He didn't know why Sheng Qingtang asked this question, but he still answered: Yes, Chairman Sheng, I just sent this calligraphy to Master Wei Hou on Saturday, and he said it was his practice.

Practicing pen? Sheng Qingtang endured it, remembering that this was not his son, so he didn't slap him.

He laughed in anger: It's just his Wei Hou's broken calligraphy, and he is too embarrassed to say that this character is his practice calligraphy? Is he worthy?!

As soon as these words came out, the expressions of the other masters in the art world changed.

Although Shengqingtang focuses on calligraphy, he has also made achievements in Chinese painting and sculpture, and has a very high status in the art world, which is almost unique.

He has a very eccentric temper, and he has no apprentices.

But this did not prevent other masters from respecting him.

Since Sheng Qingtang said that, he must have seen something.

Lin Xi was stunned.

Now, immediately, call me Wei Hou, this idiot! Sheng Qingtang shouted angrily at the president of the Shanghai Art Association, In ten minutes, I want to see his people.

President Sheng, calm down, calm down. The president of the Shanghai Art Association quickly apologized, I'm going right now, it's not long since you were discharged from the hospital, so you can't be angry.

You worry about me... Sheng Qingtang became angry again, and just as he was about to lose his temper, he saw the girl in front of him glanced at him.

Light and light.

Shengqingtang fell silent immediately.

Oops.

He forgot that the genius doctor Ying was here.

If he accidentally falls his head next time, no one will heal him.

Cough cough. Sheng Qingtang felt a little guilty, he waved his hand, his face stern, Hurry up.

Yes Yes Yes.

The president of Shanghai Art Association left in a hurry.

The barrage exploded again.

[Fuck, who is this old man? Why even the president of Shanghai Art Association respects him so much? 】

[And also said that Wei Hou is not worthy to write this word, although I don't know why, but it is inexplicably convincing. 】

【Ahhhh, this is Shengqingtang! ! ! 】

[Confused, who is Sheng Qingtang? 】

[Popular science in the front row, Sheng Qingtang, the last president of the Huaguo Calligraphy Art Association, good at official script, regular script, cursive script, large seal script, small seal script, each pair of characters starts from tens of millions, and can also learn Chinese painting, printmaking, and carving. Art, was once invited to O continent to participate in the carving competition, beating other countries to win the crown. 】

[Three years ago, Sheng Qingtang stepped down as the president of the Huaguo Calligraphy Art Association and lived in seclusion. Even his colleagues couldn't find him. I didn't expect to see him here today. 】

[Even other countries in Continent O are capable of pressing, how strong is this carving? 】

[Fuck, Qingzhi even invited Shengqingtang, the principal is too good, it’s not worth it for me to skip class to watch the live broadcast today. 】

So the barrage complimented the principal for being awesome.

headmaster:……

He wasn't he didn't.

Where does he have such a big frame, he is also very confused.

offstage.

Zhong Zhiwan's fingernails were pinching his palms, and the tips of his eyes were red with anger.

Sheng Qingtang actually knew that the word was not from Wei Hou?

But how could Sheng Qingtang condescend to come here?

Could it be that this word was written by Sheng Qingtang?

Zhong Zhiwan frowned.

Won't.

Sheng Qingtang's personal style is too obvious, and his Xingkai is not this type of font.

As long as Wei Hou does not admit it, Sheng Qingtang has no evidence.

Even if something happened, she wouldn't be involved, after all, it was Wei Hou who wanted to be greedy.

Zhong Zhiwan calmed down and breathed a sigh of relief.

Before ten minutes had passed, the president of the Shanghai Art Association left and returned.

At the back, two staff members helped Wei Hou to go this way.

Wei Hou's complexion was pale, he was suffering from motion sickness, and he vomited a few times just now.

Lin Xi shouted, Master Wei Hou.

Wei Hou is more arrogant, how can he care about a junior?

He didn't even look at Lin Xi, he coughed a few times, stepped forward, and said respectfully, President Sheng, I didn't know you were here, but Wei Hou missed his welcome, please forgive me.

Have you lost your way? Sheng Qingtang's eyes were cold, If you come to greet me, I will have a short life!

Wei Hou's face sank: President Sheng, what do you mean?

Didn't Sheng Qingtang get the position of president of Huaguo Calligraphy Art Association because he was twenty years older than him?

If they were the same generation, could Sheng Qingtang compare to him?

What do I mean? Sheng Qingtang snorted and picked up the scroll, He said that you wrote this character, so tell me.

Wei Hou looked over, his eyelids twitched.

He was very impressed with the word.

This is a height that he will not be able to reach even after ten years of practice.

Wei Hou has been famous in the art world for a long time, and he knows many people. It can be seen at a glance that this calligraphy does not belong to any famous calligrapher.

Those with a lower status than him did not dare to contradict him, so they could only give this word to him.

So when Lin Xi brought it, Wei Hou recognized it immediately.

He hasn't been out of the mountain for a long time, also because he encountered a bottleneck.

This pair of words can just help him stand firmer in the art world.

That's right. Wei Hou still didn't deny it, This word is indeed my practice, what does the chairman want to say?

He didn't see that when he said this, the big screen behind him was covered with the word garbage.

[Wei Hou is fifty this year? The writing is not as good as that of a seventeen-year-old high school student, no wonder he was called garbage. 】

[Hahahaha, I even admitted it in public, I guess I don't know what happened before, this face really hurts. 】

[I remember Wei Hou is also a member of the Huaguo Calligraphy Art Association? It seems that the position is not low, this... 】

Sheng Qingtang's eyes were even colder: So, you also know that some students took your words and cheated to participate in the competition?

Wei Hou frowned, remembering what Zhong Zhiwan said that day, and he remained calm: I lent my words to students to copy, why, who stole it?

President Sheng, this is really Master Wei Hou...

Lin Xi wanted to argue, but was blocked by Sheng Qingtang's eye knife: I'm talking, you can interrupt too?

Being reprimanded in person, Lin Xi's face turned red, but he didn't dare to say anything.

Sheng Qingtang looked at Wei Hou again: When did you write it?

Four days ago, I just had an inspiration. Wei Hou was very impatient, If Chairman Sheng only asked me such trivial matters, I, Wei Hou, would not accompany me.

Okay! Sheng Qingtang slapped the table angrily, You said this was written by you four days ago, but I saw it a week ago and took a picture. Did you travel back and write it?!

He turned on the phone, called up the group photo of that day, and put it in front of the camera.

Look clearly, this was taken at Lao Tzu's house. This is Lao Tzu's bald and unfilial son. This is Lao Tzu's watermelon and apple. Sheng Qingtang sneered, Wei Hou, do you know where the door of Lao Tzu's house opens?

I'm so embarrassed to say that this calligraphy is your practice brush?!

The screen zoomed in on the photo, so that people could clearly see that the words on the photo were exactly the same as those shown by Lin Xi earlier.

There's not a shred of difference.

Wei Hou looked up indifferently.

Looking at it like this, with a hum, his mind was directly evacuated.

...

Everyone in the audience was surprised that there would be such a reversal.

Zhong Zhiwan's face turned pale, and his lips trembled fiercely.

Actually...is there really evidence?

Is this a coincidence?

The barrage exploded even more.

[Fuck, so this rubbish character was not written by Wei Hou, how rubbish should he really write? 】

[So who wrote this letter? Century mystery? 】

[No, no, the point is, why did Wei Hou pretend to be the leader? What is he drawing? 】

[I am now deeply doubting whether Wei Hou's previous achievements are also fake. 】

[Wei Houcai is a disgrace to the art world, ask the Huaguo Calligraphy Artists Association to investigate him thoroughly! 】

Say it, say it! Sheng Qingtang pressed step by step, sneering again and again, Is this character your practice?

Wei Hou was drenched in cold sweat, unable to stand still.

He wanted to speak, but couldn't say a word.

Lin Xi on the side was also shocked.

You still dare to deceive me and slander the students for cheating. Sheng Qingtang turned his head sharply, You, call the Huaguo Calligraphy Artists Association now, Wei Hou's punishment, I want it now.

The president of the Shanghai Art Association wiped a sweat and took out his mobile phone.

President Sheng! Wei Hou's expression changed drastically, President Sheng is going too far.

If he had known that Sheng Qingtang had the photo in his hand, he would not have taken it.

Joke, if I didn't come today, wouldn't you force this student to admit that she cheated? Sheng Qingtang didn't listen at all, And you, Lin Xi, right?

If you ask Qingzhi to expel a student without a clear investigation, I have to ask your teacher, does he usually teach you this way?

Lin Xi pursed his lips, clenched his fingers, and said nothing.

How could he doubt Wei Hou's words?

Although this matter, what he did was a little impulsive.

Oh, by the way, this little classmate asked me to read it not long ago, saying that he would take it to the art festival. Sheng Qingtang'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 good character was destroyed by Wei Hou's seal.

His heart ached unbearably.

...

Lin Xi turned his head sharply.

Ying Zijin leaned against the pillar, quietly.

The sunlight was cut into pieces by the leaves and fell on her skin, a light golden light floating.

It's so beautiful that it doesn't belong to this world.

She seemed to be aware of something and slowly looked over here.

A pair of phoenix eyes luminous and faded, as magnificent as the rosy glow.

The surroundings are extremely quiet.

Photographers forget the action.