Peerless prodigal system

Things turned around suddenly, which surprised Song Qingyun and other calligraphers.

Zhao Zhengshu said hesitantly, "That...Master, are you sure you want to treat us to dinner?"

Suddenly becoming so kind, Zhao Zhengshu really couldn't accept it for a while.

I spent so much effort before, digging through the trash can, and waiting for a whole day, but I was not so kind. Why did I turn it over so quickly?
Could it be that the master was moved?

Zhao Zhengshu was puzzled, but more surprised.

The hard work was finally not in vain, after waiting for a whole day, I finally got an appointment with the master, and we were able to have dinner together.

When Wu Liang spoke, he was still straightforward.

"Okay, come to Fuli International Hotel, the fifth floor is occupied by me, you Calligraphy Association can come, all of you."

Wu Liang has always been bold and generous.

As a prodigal son, he really didn't care about the money.

The reason why he booked the venue this time was not to show off, but to explain in front of many members of the Calligraphy Association that he was not a master of calligraphy, and to warn the Calligraphy Association not to pester him in the future.

Zhao Zhengshu raised his eyebrows heavily, agreed, and couldn't help but exclaim in his heart.

It must be a big deal to be able to cover the entire fifth floor of the Fuli International Hotel.

From this point of view, the master is also a rich man.

Zhao Zhengshu quickly affirmed this conjecture, the person who can afford a big villa must be a rich man.

And the handwriting written by the master is so good, the unit price per square foot must be very high.

At the same time, Zhao Zhengshu finally understood that it was no wonder that the masters were too lazy to talk to their calligraphy association. It turned out that their lives were good, they didn't have to worry about anything, and they had confidence.

"Okay master, let's go now."

"Don't call me a master, I'm not a master, remember the fifth floor of the Fuli International Hotel, people from your association, call them whatever you want, the more the better."

Just like that, the call was over, and Wu Liang hung up the phone.

Zhao Zhengshu was overwhelmed by the flattery. He even suspected that he was a little dazed. He was not completely sure whether the other party had a super high level, but he had a feeling of admiration. Isn't it really crazy?
However, when Zhao Zhengshu saw that his master, who had been as stable as Mount Tai, felt the same way as him, he was sure that he was not crazy.

Leaving aside the controversial two sticky notes, just the five characters written with a brush on the rough edged paper are enough to amaze him.

Now the sticky notes written with a gel pen are controversial, but the five characters written with a brush are super high-level Weibei!
Zhao Zhengshu told himself, don't doubt the master's level, but have a heart of respect and worship for the master!
At this time, a colleague from the Calligraphy Association said: "Old Zhao, is it reliable or not?"

"Of course it is reliable. The master said that he has booked the fifth floor of the Fuli International Hotel. Let us call more people from the Book Association over there, and the more the better." Zhao Zhengshu replied.

When all the book coordinators around me heard this, they were all shocked.

Being able to occupy the entire floor of the Fuli International Hotel shows that the strength is quite high!
"Ah? No way, I imagined a recluse expert, not stained with worldly dust, why is this master so social?!"

"Society, society, and real society. If you want to cover an entire floor, it will cost about 100 million yuan. I need to write fifty words to make it worth it. However, even if my words are worth this money, there must be a buyer!"

"Thinking too much, there is no 200 million, absolutely can't get it, let's say this master is really rich, society! Society!"

"It turns out that the master is also so vulgar. Not only did he date three girlfriends at the same time, but he also went to a five-star international hotel to book a room, which did not match the image of an old artist. I even wondered if we found the wrong person?"

But Song Qingyun said at this time: "Art comes from life. Small hermits hide in the wild, and big hermits hide in the city. Living in a bustling city, you can better appreciate the various aspects of life. After all, art needs more people to appreciate it, not Self-admiration does not mean that if you go to the wilderness to live in a hut, you will be a recluse, we should abandon this concept, and the art of appreciating both refined and popular people is the art."

Song Qingyun gave a good lesson to all the book synergy, but in fact he was just guessing randomly.

What he said was correct, but what kind of person Wu Liang was, in fact, he was just guessing and didn't know.

If he said it in front of Wu Liang, Wu Liang would shake his head and deny it: "I'm not a master, I don't know what kind of art, I don't care about both the refined and the common, I just know that I am a prodigal, I want to be the world's invincible prodigal, as for the shitty art Like that, don't mind me!"

Wu Liang never expected that he would inadvertently set off the first turmoil in the calligraphy world in decades, and also sparked open and secret fights between the two camps.

Finally, Song Qingyun, Zhao Zhengshu and others came to Fuli International Hotel.

They called many people.

And Wu Liang created a big scene here.

He is the second largest shareholder of Fuli International Hotel, this kind of scene is very simple for him.

The reason why he changed his normal high-profile today is mainly because he explained that he is not a master of calligraphy in front of these calligraphy associations, and warned them not to chase after him anymore. He hates the feeling of being paid too much attention.

But when Song Qingyun, Zhao Zhengshu and others saw the "folk master", they were all stunned in place.

Nima!The folk master that I have been thinking about so much is actually a young man? !

The group of people in the Calligraphy Association, each and every one of them, looked dumbfounded.

Confused about the fruit on the tree, under the tree, you and me.

In addition to being ignorant, it is still ignorant.

Song Qingyun adjusted his mentality and said with emotion, "This must be a mistake. I don't believe that such a young man can write such profound words!"

Everyone else shook their heads and questioned.

"That's right, the weight, majesty, and dignity of the Wei stele are vividly displayed in those five characters!"

"That's right, the elegant and agile running script, and the free and unrestrained style of a calligrapher are three-pointers for beginners, and they have won the charm!"

"Wrong! Absolutely wrong! Calligraphy master can't be a young handsome guy!"

"At this age, I guess I can't even hold a brush steadily. No matter how I look at it, I don't look like a master!"

Song Qingyun's suppressed mood was finally about to explode.

He stared at Wu Liang with cold eyes, and asked in a cold tone: "Are you kidding us?"

Wu Liang leaned on the chair, put on a lazy posture, and said with a faint smile: "I'm kidding you? I'm not that boring."

"Then what do you mean? We are visiting a master, are you a master?" Song Qingyun asked again.

Seeing Song Qingyun's appearance, Wu Liang still responded calmly and calmly.

"I am not a master, but I am the master you are looking for. Test your reading comprehension. Do you understand what I mean?"