Peerless prodigal system

"Oh, that's it, you just need to know that I am a master level."

Wu Liang said.

He doesn't care how many levels of calligraphy he has, anyway he thinks he can be called a master.

Otherwise, those calligraphers are yelling "Master Wu" one by one, is it because they are idle?
But Zhou Mengmeng's father had a different idea in his heart.

He believes that Wu Liang doesn't understand calligraphy at all, and the calligraphy teacher is just a cover.

Moreover, he also very questioned whether Wu Liang's purpose was pure or not.

In fact, he was mainly worried about his daughter.

"Mr. Wu, I usually like to write calligraphy. I'm an amateur. I'll take a picture of my handwriting and you can give me some pointers."

Play around, or try it out.

Wu Liang understood in his heart.

He felt that there was no need to be so rigorous, like checking a household registration.

Afterwards, Zhou Mengmeng's father, Zhou Fengdong, took out a picture he usually wrote and asked Wu Liang to comment on it.

"Teacher Wu, look, this is what I wrote, please express your opinion."

Wu Liang glanced at it, nodded and said, "It's quite satisfactory, and there is still a lot of room for improvement."

Wu Liang said it more euphemistically, but actually he thought Zhou Fengdong's handwriting was really ordinary.

Zhou Fengdong raised his eyebrows slightly, and continued to ask: "Where is there any flaw, Teacher Wu might as well talk about it."

Wu Liang responded, "Your handwriting is too clumsy, lacks inspiration, and looks a bit rigid. In addition, your structure is also problematic, and it looks loose."

Since you asked me to tell you about your flaws, then I will not be polite.

It seemed that Zhou Fengdong was a little unhappy, and he could be seen frowning with an expression of displeasure.

"Oh? Teacher Wu's opinion is very interesting. Can you even judge the aura of the words I wrote?"

From the looks of it, Zhou Fengdong didn't seem too convinced.

"Simply summed up, the handwriting is very ordinary and lacks spirituality, but it's okay for ordinary people to appreciate it." Wu Liang told the truth.

"Teacher Wu, tell the truth, do you really know calligraphy?" Zhou Fengdong asked.

"Of course, I understand." Wu Liang knew that Zhou Fengdong still had doubts about him.

He was a little speechless, I will help your daughter to treat illnesses, but you have checked your household registration.

It's not that Wu Liang doesn't reveal his real identity, it's because Zhou Fengdong's current pissing nature makes it hard to believe even if he reveals it.

"I admit that my amateur calligraphy skills are limited, but your comments are somewhat different from others." Zhou Fengdong said: "The cute teacher Zhao Zhengshu once said that my calligraphy is very chic and casual."

Wu Liang had black lines on his face.

Zhao Zhengshu had something to say.

Chic and casual, it can be used to describe beautiful handwriting, but it can also be used to describe messy and free-wheeling works.

Also, this girl's style is obviously the authentic willow style, and Zhao Zhengshu commented that it was chic and casual, and Wu Liang almost couldn't hold back his laughter.

You should know that the willow font is a kind of regular script, and it also pays great attention to the structure and structure, and the font is dignified, not as chic as the running script.

Wu Liang held back his smile and said, "That kid Zhao Zhengshu is a bit misleading."

Wu Liang estimated that it was probably because Zhou Fengdong had a high status in Huadu, and the Zhou family he belonged to was one of the five major families in Huadu, which caused Zhao Zhengshu to say some unpleasant things.

What Zhao Zhengshu meant was actually an irony, obviously implying Zhou Fengdong.

However, Zhou Fengdong didn't understand.

When Zhou Fengdong heard Wu Liang call Zhao Zhengshu a "boy", his brows furrowed again, and the wrinkles on his forehead almost overlapped three times.

"Mr. Wu, is it okay for you to say that about Mr. Zhao? Anyway, Zhao Zhengshu is also your senior, so you should be more careful about what you say."

In Zhou Fengdong's words, there was a little bit of his own emotion.

Wu Liang smiled calmly and said, "Zhao Zhengshu is really not my senior. Besides, what he said was a bit misleading. I'm just telling the truth."

Zhou Fengdong glanced at Wu Liang with disdain, and said: "Mr. Wu, you are too frivolous. Although it is understandable to be young and frivolous, you are a bit too much. Zhao Zhengshu and Mr. Zhao are one of the three heroes of the Shu Association. How can you How about being rude to him?"

Zhou Fengdong, who still doesn't know the depth of Wu Liang, still looks at Wu Liang with a critical eye and raises various doubts.

Facing Zhou Fengdong's questioning, Wu Liang remained calm.

He smiled slightly and responded, "I don't think I meant to slander Zhao Zhengshu in any way. I was just explaining a fact. He did speak ironically to you. Let me tell you a truth. Your calligraphy is in willow style. , Willow font is the most rigorous regular script, both structure and composition are quite rigorous, how could it be chic and casual, think about it for yourself."

Wu Liang had already hinted that it was almost the same, this time Zhou Fengdong couldn't possibly not have known about it.

Sure enough, Zhou Fengdong's old face blushed in embarrassment, and he was speechless for a moment.

After being silent for about a minute, Zhou Fengdongfang said: "It seems that I do still have a lot of room for improvement."

After all, Zhou Fengdong's position in Huadu is aloof, he still has to face, that's why he said such a compromise.

Wu Liang looked at Zhou Fengdong with an embarrassing expression, and his heart was calm.

Even in the face of such a big shot, his aura is not inferior to the opponent.

Probably, Zhou Fengdong felt very humiliated, so he wanted to regain some face.

So, he took out his favorite running script and showed it to Wu Liang.

"This running script, do you think the writing is chic enough? Does it have a feeling of flowing and flowing? My running script was taught by teacher Song Qingyun, isn't it good?"

Zhou Fengdong was waiting for Wu Liang's response.

Wu Liang glanced at it lightly, and he had the answer in his heart.

So-so, really so-so.

"Average, very average. Painting a tiger is not an anti-dog, and the level needs to be improved. Even if you are an amateur calligraphy, your running script is not flattering." Wu Liang said bluntly.

He doesn't care about Huadu bosses or Zhou family bosses, he just says what he has.

I said euphemistically before that Zhou Fengdong was not happy, that's fine, now I'm telling the truth, it doesn't matter whether you can accept it or not.

As the chairman of the Zhou Group, Zhou Fengdong could have been more magnanimous, but he couldn't bear Wu Liang's bragging.

Seeing Wu Liang's blunt comments, although Zhou Fengdong admitted his own shortcomings, he felt that these words came from Wu Liang's mouth, and he was very unconvinced.

He couldn't help thinking in his heart: "If Teacher Song Qingyun said this about me, I would definitely not care about it, but what are you? What qualifications do you have to criticize my calligraphy!"