Qin Cheng turned around and looked over, and said with a smile: "What I'm talking about is just a fact."

"Fact?" The old man was furious, "Do you know who this work belongs to?"

"No matter who he is, what I say is true." Qin Cheng said in a humble and arrogant manner.

The old man snorted and said, "To be honest, I am the creator of this work, and I have been the president of the Bincheng Calligraphy Association for ten years! How can you, a child with yellow mouth, understand the mystery of calligraphy?"

While talking, many people gathered around the scene.

As the saying goes, literati are inferior to each other. We don’t know whether these people have the ability, but they are all arrogant and are bound by traditional concepts. The older they are, the more respect they will receive.

On the contrary, you can only become an apprentice in the association.

"Young man, it doesn't matter, but you can't comment casually." Someone said lightly.

"President Ji is the highest-level person in our calligraphy association. I think you want to deceive the little girl. If you don't know, do you pretend to understand, right?"

Qin Cheng glanced at them and smiled faintly, "If he is the highest-level among you, then this calligraphy association is really bad."

"Boy, what are you saying?" Everyone was furious when they heard this. They all accused Qin Cheng of a lot. If they hadn't been old, they would have taken action long ago.

"Everyone doesn't have to be angry." At this time, President Ji interrupted everyone.

Then, he looked at Qin Cheng and said coldly: "Since you said that my work is not of high quality, it's better to give me some advice."

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone around him looked at Qin Cheng with a smile, his face full of poses watching the show.

"Okay." Qin Cheng was not polite at all. He took a step forward and pointed to the calligraphy and said, "If I read it correctly, this should be a Yan style copybook."

"No," President Ji sneered.

Qin Cheng continued: "I have to say that the font of this calligraphy is indeed very beautiful, and the shape of the font and the whole character are excellent. But unfortunately, this is just the technique of the beginner. The key to the good or bad copybook is to look at his brushwork, momentum and expression, rather than blindly pursuing the beautiful appearance."

"Some people write words that are like a hermit, while others write words that give people a sense of solemnity. I am bluntly speaking, your characters are nothing. According to the strength of the writing, what you write is no different from that of primary school students." Qin Cheng commented lightly.

As soon as these words came out, the scene was in an uproar.

President Ji's face turned redder. He slapped the table hard and said furiously: "What are you talking nonsense? What I write is not as good as a primary school student? You are simply insulting people!"

Qin Cheng was not anxious and laughed and said, "In terms of writing skills, you can only be considered an entry-level person. How many years do you have been in the industry?"

President Ji said coldly: "I am not talented, and I have been in the industry for more than 40 years."

"I have been pursuing appearance for forty years. I advise you not to work in this industry anymore. It is not suitable." Qin Cheng said amazingly.

This made President Ji breathe even more angry. He pointed at Qin Cheng and cursed: "It's the first time I have heard someone belittle my copybook so much after living for so many years! Since you said I only have the level of an entry-level person, I guess your level is very high? I wonder if there are any works on this site?"

"No." Qin Cheng replied truthfully, "But I can write you a copy on the spot."

"Okay!" President Ji shouted immediately, "I want to see your level! Get paper and pen for this person!"

"Okay, President Ji."

After a while, an old man came over with rice paper and pen.

Qin Cheng picked up the pen and weighed it, shook his head and said, "This is a rabbit brush, change it to a wolf brush for me."

"Wolf-haired pen?" President Ji snorted, "Don't be too arrogant. For your age, rabbit brush may be more suitable."

"Thank you for your advice." Qin Cheng smiled, "but I still want a wolf brush."


Chapter completed!