Qin Cheng sighed slightly in his heart. After Xu Xiaojing got out of the car, Qin Cheng called Jin Hu.

"Mr. Qin, why did you suddenly call me?" Jin Hu said in a little panic on the phone.

Qin Cheng said: "Prepare an apartment for me. It is best to move in with my bag. It doesn't have to be too big, but the environment must be quiet and safe."

Jin Hu hurriedly said, "Okay, no problem, Mr. Qin, when do you need it?"

"Tomorrow." Qin Chengdao.

After saying that, he deducted the phone directly.

The next morning, a large group of people were welcomed in the museum in Bincheng.

These people are almost all famous seniors in the calligraphy world, and because of their fame, they have attracted a lot of media.

"Old Wei, you're not kidding, how can you write a masterpiece in Bincheng?" A big shot in calligraphy around Wei Shun said with a look of suspicion.

"Yes, Lao Wei, over the years, Bincheng has been unknown in the calligraphy world."

Wei Shun smiled and said, "I'm not sure about it. I don't believe it until I saw it with my own eyes! Don't worry, if it's not a real masterpiece, how dare I disturb you?"

After saying that, Wei Shun laughed.

Soon, these people walked to the exhibition hall.

The copybook in the center of the exhibition hall seemed to have been replaced by the one written by Qin Cheng, which looked extremely conspicuous.

"It's this one." Wei Shun pointed to the copybook and smiled.

The big names' eyes lit up and they hurriedly surrounded them. The media behind them hurriedly pulled the camera closer and carefully recorded the copybook.

"Oh my God, I really can't believe that this copybook is from Bincheng!"

"If you don't have a signature, I believe it even if you say it's calligraphy!"

"The level of this copybook is not inferior to that of the few here!"

Such a high evaluation made President Ji laugh even more proudly.

"Haha, how about it, brothers, I didn't lie to you, are you?" Wei Shun laughed proudly, "This copybook is really amazing!"

"Lao Wei, who did this copybook come from?" someone asked.

Wei Shun pointed to President Ji and said, "It is the president of our Bincheng Calligraphy Association, President Ji!"

There seemed to be a hint of suspicion in the eyes of everyone looking at President Ji.

"Old man, did you really write this copybook?" someone asked.

President Ji said with a shameless face: "That was nature, and it was my improvisation!"

The media hurriedly pointed the camera at President Ji's face and carefully described his posture and expression.

"President Ji is really a calligraphy genius!" The people at the scene couldn't help but sigh.

"Yes, I will introduce you to the Kyoto Calligraphy Association tomorrow. Talents like you must not be buried!"

President Ji became more and more happy the more he listened. The smile on his face looked like a bun skin twisted together.

"President Ji, I wonder if I can write a copy for us on the spot? Let us witness President Ji's creation with our own eyes!"

"Yes, it's our honor to see it with our own eyes!"

"This..." President Ji was immediately in trouble.

"Old Ji, you have to be polite. We all want to appreciate your creative process. Come on." Wei Shun took out his pen and put it on the table.


Chapter completed!