Peerless prodigal system

Of course, amidst the applause, there were still a few doubts.

For example, Pei Nanming, the president of Huadu Calligraphy Association.

Pei Nanming, as the chairman, has a slightly higher status than the vice-chairman Song Qingyun.

On this day, Pei Nanming was sitting in his office, copying the cursive script of the cursive sage Zhang Xu.

He finished writing a piece of calligraphy, put down his pen, and said to the secretary next to him: "I heard that our Calligraphy Association has been very lively recently. A group of famous calligraphers studied the two pieces of post-it notes that were found in the trash can, and also wrote about them. Can't put it down, amazed?"

The secretary beside Pei Nanming replied: "Yes, President, there is indeed such a thing."

"I really don't understand, are these people too idle? Could it be that the pampered life in the association is too comfortable, and they want to have some fun?"

As Pei Nanming said, he picked up his seal and pressed it on the cursive work that had been written.

"Well, I don't know about the president. Anyway, they've been very active recently, but I don't think it's necessary to dig through the trash can. It's a disgrace for two great contemporary calligraphers to do such a thing." The secretary said.

"That's right, among the two great calligraphers, they account for two of the three masters of the Calligraphy Association. I can't figure out why they would go to the other party's house to look through the trash can. I really want to No way!"

The three masters of Huadu Calligraphy Association are Zhao Zhengshu of Weibei, Song Qingyun of running script, and Pei Nanming of cursive script.

At the same time, these three people are also the face of Huadu Calligraphy Association.

"Even if I searched through the trash can, I only found two pieces of sticky notes. The words on them were also written with a gel pen, which has nothing to do with the brush. How dare you say that they have the seven-point charm of the calligrapher Wang Xizhi?"

In his heart, Pei Nanming felt that just two pieces of sticky notes written with gel pens were far from enough to prove that the other party had a deep knowledge of running script.

"By the way, that person Wei Bei wrote well, but it's just five short characters, which doesn't really mean anything. To judge a person's calligraphy level, at least one good work must be written. This is the minimum. Song Qingyun and Zhao Zhengshu are a little reckless for the rigid requirement, if it is spread to the outside world, it will have a very negative impact on our Calligraphy Association."

Pei Nanming didn't think that Wu Liang was the kind of hidden folk master.

Even if it is a folk master, he doesn't think much of it.

He is a stubborn academic, and only recognizes the Calligraphy Association as the orthodox. Other folk calligraphers can only be regarded as calligraphy lovers, and being a calligrapher is a bit far-fetched.

Although the Calligraphy Association has become lively, there are still some people who have reached an agreement with Pei Nanming.

In private, these people are also discussing.

"In my opinion, it's just a few sticky notes, and it's written with a gel pen. The persuasive power is really too low."

"It's not convincing, it's just a few words, it's too hasty to rashly designate it as a masterpiece!"

"Hype! It must be hype. Apart from hype, I can't find any other reason!"

In calligraphy circles, because of this incident, aroused more heated discussions.

The two sides have their own opinions, and the different views lie in whether Wu Liang is qualified to be called a "master" or a "master".

However, Wu Liang didn't care about the fart of the calligraphy circle, and he didn't even bother to pay attention to the calligraphy circle.

But Song Qingyun and Zhao Zhengshu firmly believed in their own views.

The pair of master and apprentice believed that Wu Liang was definitely the master of masters.

And they never gave up, they went to look through the trash can outside Wu Liang's house...

Moreover, the original two-person group has become a three-person group, a four-person group, a five-person group, and even more.

The trash bin duo has become the Trash Bin Trash Alliance.

It's just that Song Qingyun and others don't know that Wu Liang has moved and changed his residence.

A group of people rummaged through the trash cans at the door of Wu Liang's original residence, and found a lot of small umbrellas, but no new sticky notes were found.

Song Qingyun blushed, and said to Zhao Zhengshu next to him: "This expert has so many small umbrellas, could it be that he is really a young man, according to this level, an elderly person can't bear it at all."

Zhao Zhengshu also said embarrassingly: "Master, it's not necessarily true. It should be different from person to person. Maybe that tall man has a good physical fitness."

The other members of the Calligraphy Association squatting around were also staring at the small umbrellas that had been used in embarrassment, and it was difficult to calm down.

Because, they always thought that this tall man was an elderly person, and it was really surprising that he used so many small umbrellas!

"Chairman Song, maybe he is getting stronger and stronger as he grows old. We should use divergent thinking to think about problems."

"That's right, President Song, there are so many wonders in the world, let's not pay too much attention to these details, let's concentrate on studying characters."

A group of members of the Calligraphy Association rummaged through all the trash cans outside the original residence of a prodigal son.

Uncle cleaning looked at the small umbrellas all over the floor, feeling miserable.

Fortunately, these calligraphers were more conscious in the end, and repacked the small umbrellas that were turned out, leaving no rubbish on the ground.

At this time, 9527 had already reported this situation to Wu Liang.

"Master, those calligraphers searched for things in your original residence and turned the trash can upside down."

"What did it turn over?"

"Back to the master, they turned over a lot of small umbrellas."

"Haha, yes, yes, these calligraphers are quite cute!"

"Master, do you want me to teach you a few lessons?"

"No need, let them continue to rummage through the trash can. I know your hands are itchy and you can't hold it back, so you can sign up for free fighting competitions and practice your hands every now and then."

"Master, this is a good idea, I will consider it."

Recently, for the time being, no one has played against Wu Liang.

Moreover, now Wu Liang rarely uses 9527.

Therefore, 9527 felt a little pain, and his hands were itchy.

It was rare to have a few days of cleanliness. Wu Liang looked at the revenue of "The Most Prodigal Mobile Game in History" with a sad expression on his face.

"There are so many advertisers, traffic is also showing a steady growth trend, and this quarter will bring in a lot of money. If Nima continues to develop like this, when will I lose all?"

Wu Liang immediately decided to invest a lot of money to continue to develop the prodigal mobile game and continue to launch a new game mode.

Not long after, Weiwei's wife also brought the financial statements of the Fifth People's Hospital and the two major international hotels, Fuli and Feiyang.

After Wu Liang saw it, he became even more frowning.

The task of prodigal was still arduous, so he had no choice but to invest a large amount of money in the Baiquan Mountain Resort.

He believes that Baiquan Mountain needs a lot of investment in the early stage, and it will take half a year for the villa to be fully constructed.

During this period of time, the villa will not generate revenue for him, and will spend a lot of money, which should be a relief for Wu Liang.

After arranging everything properly, Wu Liang was ready to rest for a few days.

Unexpectedly, the peaceful life was broken again.