Peerless prodigal system

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Wang Zihua splashed ink on his face.

There were even a few dots of ink that entered Wang Zihua's eyes.

This sudden ink dot shook his face, and Wang Zihua was shocked.

It made him even more annoyed!
"Who! Who the hell?"

Wang Zihua roared at the people around him.

At this time, Wu Liang shook the brush in his hand at Wang Zihua, and said with a sneer, "It's fine to call me a wild calligrapher, because I don't care about calligraphy at all, but if you say I'm a motherless wild dog, I'll dump you." The ink on the face is light!"

Wu Liang has always been merciless when dealing with people with foul mouths.

The furious Wang Zihua just wanted to swear and refute, but was splashed all over his face by the sudden ink dots.

Moreover, most of the ink was thrown into his body this time.

The furious Wang Zihua pointed at Wu Liang angrily, "Who the hell are you? Don't say you are the wild calligraphy master they came to visit!"

"Who am I, and what does it have to do with you? You deserve to know my details?" Wu Liangduan sat opposite Wang Zihua, his aura directly pressing on Wang Zihua.

"Tsk tsk, it seems that you are really that wild calligrapher. You are really crazy. These people are crazy. They actually treat a young man as a calligrapher. What a joke!"

In Wang Zihua's words, he revealed his disdain for those calligraphers.

However, those calligraphers were all very indignant, because they had witnessed Wu Liang's superb calligraphy standards, and they already had extreme trust in Wu Liang.

Even if Wang Zihua uttered fierce remarks in front of them, they could not shake their hearts.

"Wang Zihua, arrogant and ignorant, don't look at your age is older than Master Wu, your strength is in front of him, you are a little scum!"

"We naturally know that, don't treat others as fools, and don't be too self-righteous. Your confusion, ridicule and contempt at the moment can only prove that your vision is low."

"Wang Zihua, I really don't want to say anything more. I admit that your handwriting is good, but in terms of standard, you are still not as good as the one in front of you."

Hearing what his peers said about him, Wang Zihua became furious.

"You rubbish, you actually speak for a wild calligrapher, what's wrong with you!"

Afterwards, Wang Zihua pointed at Wu Liang angrily and said viciously: "How dare you throw ink on my face, do you know that you made a big mistake and you want to enter the Calligraphy Association in the future? Tell you, the door nothing!"

How Wang Ziwen wished to have a brush dipped in ink by his side, and then swiped it to Wu Liang's face, so that Wu Liang could also taste the taste of ink!
It can be seen that in front of so many colleagues, being slapped with ink is a shameful thing for Wang Ziwen.

But Wu Liang responded calmly to Wang Ziwen's clamor: "Who said I want to join the Book Association? Why should I join the Book Association? Do you think you are superior? Wrong, I have no interest in joining the Book Association at all."

"Then you still claim to be a master of calligraphy? Since you don't care, why do you deliberately let calligraphers promote you? You are not trying to be famous?" Wang Ziwen asked.

"First of all, you are mistaken. I have never claimed to be a calligrapher. Secondly, I didn't deliberately make publicity, but a group of calligraphers raped me all day long. Besides, what are you, I Wu Liang, it's your turn to speak, and you deserve it too?"

Wu Liangcai would not give Wang Zihua a good look.

This Wang Zihua is not only arrogant and rude, but also has a very smelly penis. He is yin and yang at first, and talks a lot, just like a bitter woman.

"What do you ask me? Okay, I will tell you now. I am a senior member of the Calligraphy Association and the most proud disciple of the president Pei Nanming. My calligraphy works can sell for [-] yuan per square foot. Can you? A rich middle-aged calligrapher, are you?"

Wang Ziwen began to fight back against Wu Liang with his achievements, thinking that selling his calligraphy for [-] yuan per square foot would scare Wu Liang.

However, Wu Liang didn't care much.

"The superiority of your self-feeling, in my opinion, is nothing more than that, do you know that a bottle of 1995 Petrus Red Wine King on the table is worth a hundred square feet of your calligraphy works? Are you richer than me? Really funny!"

As soon as the words fell, everyone was amazed.

"I thought a bottle of this kind of wine would cost more than 300 yuan, but I didn't expect it to cost [-] million yuan!"

"Oh my god! I drank a glass just now, which is equivalent to drinking 50 yuan!"

"It's so scary! Today's banquet, the most expensive thing is not the food, but the wine. In terms of wine alone, it will cost tens of millions!"

Although there are many famous contemporary calligraphers among the people present, the highest price of their calligraphy works is only [-] square feet, and they are the only ones in the industry.

It is certain that these calligraphers are wealthy and well-off, but compared to Wu Liang, they are really too small!

At this moment, Wang Zihua glanced at the Petus red wine on the wine table, and swallowed heavily!
He was not greedy, but shocked and horrified.

With a swipe, the old man blushed with embarrassment.

He found that he should not compare his wealth with the other party, but should compare his artistic attainments and calligraphy standards.

So he quickly changed the subject.

"Money is something outside the body. Money does not represent a person's cultivation and quality. If a rich man does not have high-style qualities, he is vulgar! Not much else to say, I am here to compete with you!"

Wu Liang couldn't help laughing, "I think you should be in your 40s, why do you still like to pretend so much? You are spending money and calling it vulgar, shameless."

Wang Zihua's old face was flushed from being suppressed, and he said angrily: "Don't talk nonsense, do you dare to compare with me? It's like running script. Let all colleagues witness together, who is the master of running script!"

Wu Liang sneered and said, "You asked me to compare with you, should I? It's funny, who do you think you are? You have no right to threaten me!"

"I see, you are afraid and dare not compare with me because your level is not good enough. I really don't understand why so many colleagues are fascinated by you. Among them are many famous contemporary calligraphers. I suspect they were brainwashed by you!" Wang Zihua provoked Wu Liang.

This Wang Zihua is indeed too arrogant.

With this kind of evil, you will never survive three episodes in a TV series.

In all walks of life, there are people who are proud of their talents.

Relying on his talent in running script, Wang Zihua looks down on anyone and despises folk masters.

He didn't seem to have heard a word: the master is among the people.

Wang Zihua thought that Wu Liang would not dare to fight, so he was even more proud.

As everyone knows, Wu Liang doesn't even bother to compete with this kind of person.

Song Qingyun witnessed the whole process, he admired Wu Liang for being neither humble nor overbearing, neither fighting nor grabbing, feeling that it is really rare to have such a state of mind at such a young age!
Song Qingyun handed a piece of writing to Wang Zihua.

"Mr. Wu wrote the cursive script casually, you can tell at a glance how far there is between you and him!"