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Zhou Cheng, not far away, suddenly turned cold when he saw Ding Ran’s intimate behavior of Fang Yu.
Seeing Ding Ran approaching, Fang Yu frowned and took a step back.
"If you have something, you can say it here, and I may not necessarily help you." Fang Yu said.
Ding Ran glanced at Zhou Cheng behind him and said anxiously: "Fang Yu, I can't say it here... Just help me, okay? It's really a very urgent matter!"
Fang Yu followed Ding Ran's eyes and looked at Zhou Cheng.
Zhou Cheng's eyes were very cold.
It’s all right to think about it, Ding Ran is causing trouble again.
"If you can't say it, then stop talking." Fang Yu said lightly.
Ding Ran didn't expect Fang Yu to refuse so simply, and bit his lip in a hurry.
At this moment, a burst of exclamations suddenly sounded around.
"Master Cai is out!"
Everyone looked forward together. An old man with gray hair and about sixty years old was supported by a man wearing gold-rimmed glasses.
As soon as he appeared, he became the focus of the exhibition hall.
This is the contemporary calligraphy saint, Cai Gaoyang.
Many people surrounded Cai Gaoyang and said hello to him.
"Master Cai, I am Zhang from Dingsheng Group..."
"Hello, Master Cai, I'm from..."
"Master Cai..."
Everyone rushed to say hello to Cai Gaoyang, hoping to let Cai Gaoyang remember them.
Qin Yimo stood there without moving.
"Why don't you go? Don't you like his handwriting very much?" Fang Yu asked.
"I'll go back later. There are too many people surrounding him now." Qin Yimo's face turned red and she stared at Cai Gaoyang.
"Everyone, calm down first. My father is in a bad condition recently, he is not in good condition, and is afraid of noise." At this time, the man who supported Cai Gaoyang said.
He is Cai Gaoyang's son, Cai Zhengnan.
The surroundings immediately became quiet.
Cai Gaoyang coughed dryly and said, "Thank you all who are here today. These works in the exhibition hall are my hard work in the past ten years. Of course, there are many flaws in it, so please forgive me."
"Where are flaws, there are no flaws at all! It's Master Cai that you have too high requirements for yourself!"
The people around him said repeatedly.
Cai Gaoyang smiled, touched his beard, and said, "Please appreciate it."
Taking advantage of the lack of so many people around Cai Gaoyang, Qin Yimo hurried forward.
"Hello, Master Cai, I am Qin Yimo." Qin Yimo said respectfully to Cai Gaoyang.
"Qin Yimo? Are you from Mr. Qin Wudao..." Cai Gaoyang asked with a slight change in his eyes.
"Qin Wudao is my grandfather." Qin Yimo replied.
"Oh, it's true... The last time I had tea with your grandpa was three years ago... Time flies so fast." Cai Gaoyang sighed.
While Cai Gaoyang and Qin Yimo were talking, Cai Zhengnan, who was standing beside him, stared at Qin Yimo's face, looked up and down, and couldn't help swallowing.
What a beautiful woman.
And from my father's tone, this woman has a strong background.
It would be great if I could have a deeper communication with her.
Cai Zhengnan looked at Qin Yimo and had a lot of imagination in his heart.
"Oh, I forgot to introduce you to you. This is my son, Cai Zhengnan." Cai Gaoyang chatted with Qin Yimo for a few words, looked at Cai Zhengnan and said.
"Hello, Mr. Cai." Qin Yimo nodded to Cai Zhengnan.
Cai Zhengnan looked at Qin Yimo and lost his mind for a moment.
Qin Yimo frowned slightly. She knew that Cai Zhengnan had been staring at her. She didn't like this kind of gaze, but this person was Master Cai's son after all, and she did not show her disgust too obviously.
After saying a brief greeting to Cai Zhengnan, Qin Yimo looked at Cai Gaoyang again and asked respectfully: "Master Cai, I really like your handwriting. I really want to buy a picture to study and appreciate it at home. I don't know if you can..."
Cai Gaoyang was stunned and laughed.
Qin Yimo is the daughter of the Qin family. Being good with her is equivalent to being good with the Qin family. Just a copybook is nothing.
Thinking of this, Cai Gaoyang had to agree.
But at this time, Cai Zhengnan, who was standing beside him, said: "Ms. Qin, I haven't sold copybooks for a long time for my father. I'm afraid..."
A trace of disappointment flashed in Qin Yimo's eyes and said, "I can understand..."
"But we are very willing to make an exception for Miss Qin, but... the copybook here is not the best work of my father. My father's good works are all at home in Huaibei. If Miss Qin really wants to buy one, she will go back to Huaibei with us after today's exhibition. Then I will show you my father's proud works."
"Our family lives in Qingliulin, and the scenery there is no worse than here. Miss Qin will definitely like it very much." Cai Zhengnan said with a smile.
Cai Gaoyang, who was standing beside him, was a little confused, but he soon knew Cai Zhengnan’s intention.
It seems that his son is interested in Qin Yimo and wants to take the opportunity to get close to her.
Cai Gaoyang naturally would not stop such a thing.
If Cai Zhengnan really succeeds, there will be only benefits and no harm to the Cai family. After all, Qin Yimo is the daughter of the Qin family.
Upon hearing this, Qin Yimo hesitated a little.
She understood what Cai Zhengnan meant very well.
She was very disgusted with this approach.
However, she really wanted to get a calligraphy by Cai Gaoyang.
If you refuse at this time, you may not have a chance to get it.
what to do?
Cai Zhengnan smiled and looked at Qin Yimo.
From Qin Yimo's eyes, he knew that Qin Yimo really wanted to get his father's word.
He wanted to take advantage of this, slowly narrow the distance with Qin Yimo, and finally swallow him in one bite.
Before this, Cai Zhengnan used similar methods to play with many so-called daughters in various parts of China, and it has been tried and tested.
Of course, Qin Yimo's identity is still better than the women he has played with before.
It is precisely because of this that he is more motivated.
"Oh, I say that I have several Huang Daoran's copybooks at home, and I can sell one of them. Why do you have to buy his ones again?" At this time, Fang Yu walked up and said to Qin Yimo.
Fang Yu spoke very quietly, not only Qin Yimo, but also many people around him heard it.
Cai Gaoyang and his son's faces changed.
This young man has Huang Daoran’s copybook in his hand?
How is this possible?
"Boy, do you know who Huang Daoran is? Do you have his copybook in your hand? Why are you bragging about? There are only three original works of Huang Daoran! How could you have them in your hand?"
"That's right, bragging without drafting! Even if there are, they are 100% fakes and were copied by later generations!"
There was a lot of discussion around.
"This kid is just talking nonsense. I just talked to him and found that this guy doesn't understand art at all! He has no appreciation at all." At this time, the bald man who had talked to Fang Yu had said loudly.
"That's right, the words that describe Master Cai are only good, very good to describe. They really laughed at my big teeth." Another middle-aged man also spoke sarcastically.
"Forgive me, I really can't think of any good adjectives. Because his words do look ordinary," Fang Yu said.
As soon as these words came out, everyone was shocked.
Qin Yimo even held his forehead.
Why did Fang Yu speak at this time!
What should I do now? Saying such words not only means offending Cai Gaoyang, but also being ridiculed by so many people present!
Ding Ran, not far behind him, also looked at Fang Yu with surprise.
He actually said in public that Master Cai Gaoyang's calligraphy is ordinary...
Zhou Cheng walked to Ding Ran, pointed to his head, and smiled and said, "Xiaoran, you seem to have some problems here, right?"
In the field, Cai Gaoyang narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at Fang Yu, and asked, "Young man, do you think my words are ordinary?"
"Yes, I hope you don't mind. I only represent my personal opinion." Fang Yu said.
"Then who do you think is good in writing?" Cai Gaoyang laughed instead of anger and asked.
"Huang Daoran, I say that I have several of his words at home..." Fang Yu replied.
"Nonsense! Even my father can't get the original work of Huang Shusheng, how could you have it in your hands?" Cai Zhengnan said with a gloomy face.
Today is Cai Gaoyang's personal calligraphy and painting exhibition. He didn't expect that there would be such a naughty young man like Fang Yu. How dare you say that Cai Gaoyang's calligraphy is ordinary?
The most ridiculous thing in the world!
Cai Gaoyang is famous both inside and outside China. How many people want to ask him for a piece of calligraphy but cannot?
Fang Yu is young and dares to speak out loud!
Whose naughty child is this? I really don’t know how high the world is!
People around him pointed at Fang Yu.
"Young man, you have always said that you have the original works of Huang Daoran in your hand. Can you take them out and let everyone see them? Huang Shusheng has always been my object of learning. I know that there is indeed a gap between me and him. If you have his original works, I really beg you to take them out and let me learn..." Cai Gaoyang said.
"I didn't carry the copybook with you, why did you take it out for your appreciation?" Fang Yu raised his brow and asked back.
A sneer rang around.
This young man is simply inexplicable!
I said a lot, but I had to make some real things, but I didn't have any.
Then you can't say anything!
"Master Cai, don't bother with him. This person is just asking for trouble and let the security guards expel him." Someone suggested.
Cai Gaoyang looked at Fang Yu, shook his head, and said, "I know that young people nowadays are arrogant and look down on this and that, but the craft of calligraphy is really not something that you young people can understand. It is a kind of inheritance, an art, and it is something that people who need a certain amount of precipitation and accumulation can appreciate it..."
Chapter completed!