"Then? Haha, I went to visit some famous calligraphers in Shanghai and wanted them to accept me as their apprentices. As a result, they all claimed to be noble and felt that I was inexperienced and did not deserve to be their apprentices. I told them that I was a descendant of the Wang family of Langya, and none of them believed it. At that time, I understood that everything had to depend on myself, starting from the calligraphy teacher in the training class, and later with Kaihongxuan, I gradually became bigger and stronger. Now I have everything, students, disciples, office buildings, luxury cars, honorary president of the Shanghai Calligraphy Association, director of the Chinese Calligraphy Association, those old guys all had their old faces, and wanted me to help raise my value. I did all these."

"Oh, then what?"

Wang Ge turned around, "Aren't you envious?"

“You are amazing.”

Wang Ge smiled and said, "Do you think my calligraphy is the best written in Shanghai? I said bluntly that I can't rank in the top 50. Yes, you are right, my Wang Ge's calligraphy is not rank in the top 50. But you can ask for inquiries. How many calligraphers in the top 50 in Shanghai are now known in my study, relying on our Kaihongxuan channel to ask for an appointment for manuscripts? What is this? This is the power of fame, strength, and capital!"

Zhong Yue looked at the arrogant Xiao Kaiwang. Indeed, in terms of business ability, he may be the most outstanding calligraphy practitioner.

"So, Mr. Wang, what exactly do you want to say?"

"What I want to tell you is, don't think that a pen can really bring you a great reputation. When I was unknown, my works were sent to the National Exhibition and there was no reply. When I became bigger and stronger, I would throw my works from ten years ago to the National Exhibition and others. Haha, they were framed and exhibited. Do you think I have made progress or has this era retreated?"

"I have to say that your words are very contagious and make me very moved."

"So, join Kaihongxuan. I have succeeded. I am qualified to say this. I can make you the second me!"

Zhong Yue saw Wang Ge with bright eyes and smiled and said, "What about?"

"Then? Fame and fortune are gaining both fame and fortune. Those entrepreneurs will come to your door for a painting of calligraphy. The media will hype you, from tens of thousands to hundreds of thousands, and then to millions. In a few years, you can become a master of calligraphy. Don't you want such a halo of honor?"

The indoor air conditioner can no longer stop the rapid rise of adrenaline. Wang Ge's forehead has a slight sweat stain. If he were an ordinary young man, he would have been worshipping his master and shouted "Master".

Zhong Yue still seemed very calm.

If he wants to make money, he can now exchange those ten thousand achievement points in the calligraphy system to exchange for more than 3,000 kilograms of ink square materials, which will be hundreds of millions of ink income. However, if ten ingots of ink every day, it will take more than 6,000 kilograms of abrasives. Haha, how many 6,000 days are there in life?

"Oh, then what?"

Wang Ge frowned. He was annoyed by the words "then what" when he heard it. Could it be that he was not vivid enough and the blueprint he compiled was not beautiful enough?

"If you miss it again, Zhong Yue, you really have no chance."

Zhong Yue stood up and said, "Everyone does have a price, but it's a pity that Mr. Wang, your price did not touch me."

Wang Ge narrowed his eyes and said, "Interesting, no heartbeat, Zhong Yue, you are self-ansthesia!"

"Then think I'm willing to fall." Zhong Yue stood up and walked out the door, "Oh, by the way, Mr. Wang, although sandalwood is calm, the smell of spices is not as good as fresh air. If you smell too much, it will also have a headache..."

"Slowly, I'll ask you again the last time, did you really give up?"

Zhong Yue smiled and said, "Give up? It is Mr. Wang who should give up. I am not willing to agree with your calligraphy blueprint."

Art comes from life and nature.

Wang Ximeng's paintings are more about praises of landscape nature, Jin Nong and Xu Wei's calligraphy and paintings, and more about fighting and venting fate. They could have relied on their talents to defect to those rich businessmen and wealthy men, so why did they end up in a difficult situation?

This is probably the charm of art.

Zhong Yue did not hate commercialization, but wrote calligraphy for commercialization. This behavior of putting the cart before the horse made him deeply feel ashamed of the pen in his hand.

The carved wooden door is very exquisite, with dragons and phoenixes on the top, auspicious clouds and lotus patterns, and green pine trees in the mountains that can be seen clearly even with pine needles. However, no matter how beautiful the carving is, its essence is still a door.

Fat Qin sat on the sofa and saw Zhong Yue coming out, he stood up and smiled, "Junior brother, congratulations on joining Kaihongxuan."

Seeing the greasy fat hand reaching over, Zhong Yue looked down and smiled back, "Mr. Qin, I think you've made a mistake."

Fat Qin frowned and looked at his back who turned to the elevator entrance and was wondering, did the master look down on him? It shouldn't be. He liked him tightly before, but now he is here, but he doesn't want it anymore?

Zhong Yue passed by Mu Qingyun, who was walking, and his high heels failed to make a noble sound on the carpet. Zhong Yue did not look at him in a squinted manner, and was in a calm mood. He had an open-minded attitude that was not happy with things or sad with himself.

Mu Qingyun looked back and saw Zhong Yue standing at the elevator entrance, raised his eyebrows, "Xiao Zhaozhao, what's wrong with this little brother?"

"I don't know."

Mu Qingyun pushed the door and saw Wang Ge standing by the floor-to-ceiling window with an ugly face, and smiled and said, "Has he rejected you?"

Wang Ge looked up, looked at the charming face of Mu Yaojing, and said, "So many calligraphy masters in Shanghai dare not refuse my invitation. This kid has rejected me three times, three times! He blocked my Weibo and mobile phone, and now he rejected me in front of him. What is his confidence?"

Mu Qingyun smiled without showing her teeth, "Just by the elevator, I saw that Zhong Yue's little brother was very close to the boy from the Ouyang family. It seemed that he had contact with the Ouyang family at the auction before. Where did he get the confidence?"

"What can Ouyang Kaishan give him? What can he give? Can he be tempted by the conditions I promised him just now?"

Mu Qingyun smiled and said, "Then you have to ask Ouyang Kaishan. But Ouyang International has been making a lot of noise recently, you have to say a message to Lao Cao's termination."

Wang Ge sneered, "Ouyang Kaishan ran to Huizhou several times, but returned empty-handed. It's so naive to use the ancient ink industry to open up the market. Now there is no complete ancient formula for him, and the ones that can be collected have been collected long ago."

"What does it mean if you found the Ouyang family today?"

Wang Ge glanced at Mu Qingyun who was drinking tea, "Are you afraid that I will betray?"

"No, I'm worried that you will take it all, and will play Mu's family and Ouyang International together, and finally become your stepping stone for Kaihongxuan."

"Haha, then you really praised me. Putting aside the culture industry, both Mu and Ouyang International can easily force me to death."

The corner of the Mu Elf's mouth smiled, "If you know yourself, that's the best."
Chapter completed!