"Do you know how many pairs of eyes are staring at you in China now?" Jiang Boheng looked at Zhong Yue seriously.

"Know."

"Since you want to take on important tasks, you should understand that you need to be responsible for what you have said."

Zhong Yue nodded and said, "I understand."

Zhong Yue, who had just said several unknown things, has now become a clear and agreeable look, which has caused Jiang Boheng a headache.

Chen Tingzhi frowned and asked, "Boheng, what's going on? Is he not good enough?" Chen Tingzhi has lived abroad for many years, so he is naturally not very clear about what is happening in China now, and he doesn't pay much attention to young calligraphers.

Jiang Boheng suppressed Chen Tingzhi's elbow, "It's a long story. Tingzhi, let me tell you later. I think we have to choose another participant."

"This...it's too late."

"He really can't."

"He can!"

The two old men looked at Tan Yongzhi, who had been silent behind Zhong Yue, and saw a lot of trust in his stubborn big eyes.

"What?"

Tan Yongzhi clenched her fists and pursed her lips, "I said, Zhong Yue can do it! Please give us the chance this time, two teachers!"

"No, Boheng. I'm confused. Aren't they the contestants originally? Why do you say they can't do it? No, why did you send them here before?"

Jiang Boheng looked at Zhong Yue and said, "He... said himself that he did not put up a work comparable to a yellow wine post and could not write it. I think people can stand up without trust. Zhong Yue, if you want to reach a higher level, you should have your own attitude and perseverance!"

"Yes."

"So I think in the next five or ten years, you must calm down, wash away all the dew, and look forward to your amazing work of fish leaping on the dragon gate in the future. Before that..."

“So I decided to compete.”

Jiang Boheng took a breath of air conditioning, "It took so short time..."

Zhong Yue pointed behind him, "Do you think there is a better choice?"

Chen Tingzhi also meant this, just be a living horse. If there is not even a person participating in the competition, this is such a joke. Really, he, the rotating president, will be shameless.

"I would rather have no one in this game than want you to fail in Tokyo!"

Tan Yongzhi looked at Jiang Boheng's angry eyes and looked in surprise.

Is it really that important for Zhong Yue to close and lift the pen?

"Mr. Jiang, don't be impatient, leave everything to me." Zhong Yue patted Jiang Boheng's shoulder. He knew the kindness of meeting in Shanghai. Although he only passed Yun Hui's phone call, Zhong Yue understood that by that phone call alone, he could see that Jiang Boheng's noble and honest side, at least he could prove his humility to Zhong Yue Qishu.

When Jiang Boheng heard what Zhong Yue said, he felt calm and confident, and what was even more terrifying was that he actually believed it a little!

Chen Tingzhi said: "Boheng, this is what you have always said, the hope of the Chinese calligraphy world?"

"No, he is not the hope of the Chinese calligraphy world."

"Who is that?"

"He is the future of the Chinese calligraphy world." Jiang Boheng said confidently.

“…”

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...

Calligraphy salons are a very popular activity in Japan. Japan's emphasis on calligraphy has made nearly one-quarter of the country's population engaged in this art, which is simply incredible in a modern country in the 21st century.

Zhong Yue neither admires foreign countries nor sticks to the shortcomings. But one thing he firmly believes is that the strength of the two nations in the future is not a material competition, but a culture!

In this battle, even if Kushan Jianichi did not let him defeat Japanese calligraphy, he had to do so.

The calligraphy salon was about to begin in the afternoon, and Mitsuhiko Aoyama told Chen Tingzhi who was communicating in the exhibition hall with a smile.

"President Chen, this is the recent statistics. According to statistics, the number of people engaged in or loved calligraphy in our Yamato nation has reached 30 million. There are about 1 million people who can hold solo exhibitions and produce works in Japan. This is really a delightful data. I think in the future, it will be very close to the era when everyone loves calligraphy and knows calligraphy."

Chen Tingzhi's face froze, and he immediately smiled, stretched out his hand and shook it with Mitsuhiko Aoyama, "This is really a gratifying data, worthy of the pride and learning of all calligraphers from all over the country."

"I think this number is not far from the number of Chinese calligraphy practitioners, right?"

Chen Tingzhi's smile became even more stiff. He was Chinese and was covered with the blood of the descendants of Yan and Huang. When he heard Mitsuhiko Aoyama's words, his heart was stabbed hard, "I think... I have lived overseas for the past decade, and I really can't answer you."

"Although there is no statistics, there is still a base of calligraphy for 40 to 50 million in China. As for calligraphers, this number... um, it's hard to say." Zhang Guangcai, who works in the International Calligraphy Association, replied.

After hearing the translation of someone else, Aoyama Mitsuhiko smiled, "Yes, after all, your population is ten times that of ours. Okay, I'll prepare first, so everyone should come here as soon as possible."

"good."

Chen Tingzhi was really stimulated by this sentence and his smile disappeared.

The artistic tyrant of a great country has been compared by an island country. Is this the art of calligraphy that deserves to be cut off? Or is it really the incompetence of these calligraphers?

"This Japanese are so arrogant. One million calligraphers? Just scratching and pulling two strokes is also called calligraphy. If you really want to find out the details, it is probably a difficult thing for them to pick out ten thousand calligraphers."

"Why would you like to ask this old man, according to your details and population ratio, can you find 100,000 qualified calligraphers in our China?"

"This... should be fine."

Zhong Yue smiled and said, "I hope your words can be as confident and calm as Mr. Aoyama said just now."

"Zhong Yue."

"Um?"

"Can you make this number reach one million?" Chen Tingzhi walked to Zhong Yue.

Zhong Yue held the leather box and looked at the gray-haired old man, saying, "Sorry, I can't."

Several old men chuckled.

It seems that this guy is quite self-aware.

"Hey... go and prepare."

Zhong Yue looked at the old man's back, pinched the handle of the leather box and said, "But I can turn that 30 million into 40 million, 50 million... or even 100 million, 100 million!"

"Are you really afraid of the wind blowing your tongue?"

"Why are you?"

Chen Tingzhi stopped, and for some reason, he suddenly burst into tears and looked at the sunshine in the distance in a blur.

"I may not see that day. My tomb was chosen in Washington, the United States, and there was only one tomb in Renqiu. If that day really came, Zhong Yue, I asked my descendants to take me back and let me sleep in China with a smile! I will wait for that day!"
Chapter completed!