After the author's name was announced, there was a buzz of whispering in the audience.

"Bo Jiang? Which master is Bo Jiang?"

"I have never mentioned this name before..."

"Bo Jiang...isn't this the uneducated and ignorant youngest son of the Bo family who went to the entertainment industry?"

Yu Rongshi saw the voices of the masters behind him whispering to each other. They came from experts and knew how to appreciate a work of calligraphy better than laymen.

The reason why a book can be called a work is not just because its characters are beautifully written.

Calligraphy pays attention to pens, characters, chapters, ink, etc., and its highest level is to use form to describe spirit, which combines spirit and form. Paintings use "color" lines to describe spirit, and calligraphy can construct a picture with just black and white square and circular lines that can convey meaning.

The world can often reflect the character of the writer.

Just like cursive script is free and bold, regular script is quiet and elegant, what makes Liuyun style famous is its noble and reserved nature that hides gloom, and the meaning of "passing" because of its extreme and rapid meaning. Like floating clouds, noble and unlucky, but also like flying clouds.

Flowing like extremes, these two extreme characteristics merged to form the flowing cloud body, which is consistent with the human experience of its creator, the martyred prince Bai Mingjiang.

A noble prince who burns beautifully and brilliantly at times, but only appears briefly.

Characters can reflect a person's situation. Because this situation is extreme, difficult to grasp and "unlucky", there are very few calligraphy masters who like this type of font and are good at it. The ones that can be passed down from five hundred years ago to the present are popular.

Yun calligraphy works are also very rare. A work belonging to Bai Mingjiang is treasured in a museum, and only ten of his brother's works are still in circulation among the people.

But the picture Bo Jiang took out now...

"The words are full of spirit and form." The vice president of the S City Calligraphy Association gave a very high evaluation, "To be able to achieve such a step at such a young age is really..."

"It's so scary!"

"I have seen the original work of Bai Mingjiang in the Museum of City B, and this guy's work is actually very similar!" Another person sighed.

They don’t know that the remaining two points come from different paper and ink and five hundred years of oxidative decomposition...

The senior professors of the book association did not make comments such as "this child cannot be kept". They discussed attentively, and after learning that this person had entered the entertainment industry, they all showed regretful expressions.

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"But what can we do? After all, the entertainment industry makes money, and everyone has their own ambitions." An old man was helpless.

Other viewers did not know how to appreciate art like them. But they happened to encounter a unique environmental condition - another Liuyun style calligraphy work passed down from ancient times was just displayed in front of them.

The audience didn't know how to appreciate, they only knew how to compare, and they could naturally tell the quality of the calligraphy. Bo Jiang raised her lips, and with the voice of admiration behind her, she saw someone next to her saying carelessly: "The one just now and the one now

Don't they look similar? If they look good, why not buy the one you have now and hang it... just hang it in the newly decorated living room. Is it cheaper than the one just now? Flowing cloud style? Oh, it belongs to the feudal aristocracy.

The words are well-formed and well-positioned, which is suitable for our family! It just so happens that we are currently working on a historical card mobile game!"

Bo Jiang:……

Bo Jiang turned his face, and across a seat, there was a young man in his twenties sitting next to him. The young man was handsome, but he was wearing a light blue sweater, and there was an "Independent Game Studio" in front of him.

"CEO Lu Mingcheng" brand name, he looks like a tech nerd who has made great achievements in entrepreneurship and suddenly became rich, and he is talking to his friends around him.

The young man noticed Bo Jiang looking over and waved his hand in a friendly manner: "Hey brother, are you also interested in that calligraphy and painting?"

Bo Jiang:……

That's what I wrote.

Bo Jiang snorted contemptuously and turned away coldly. The young man was annoyed and scratched his head, wondering where he had offended this person.

However, this person is quite good-looking, but the way he looks at him makes people panic.

Yu Rongshi lowered his eyes and stared at his phone.

The pages on the screen tell a series of stories about Bai Mingyuan and the Northern Emperor in detail. Many creators even wrote fan novels about the "friendship" between the two. In the novel, the Northern Emperor is affectionate and domineering, and Bai Mingyuan

Stubborn and beautiful. The city-state destroyed by their love became the touchstone of true love. Amid the screams of the people and the flames of war, they kissed and fell in love.

One of the novels has actually been made into a movie. What surprised him even more was the name of the staff member responsible for the background music on the production list of the movie that will be released next year or the year after.

It's a pseudonym.

It is also a pseudonym that Yu Rongshi can recognize at a glance.

"...It's only been five years. Is it enough to be paroled for medical treatment?" He said softly.

Yu Rongshi felt that his fingers began to hurt again.

When did this pain start? Eight years ago, seven years ago?

He will always remember those days. Upholding his youthful spirit and justice, he refused the award from the senior. What he received after that was not flowers and applause, but crowds and roars like mountains and tsunamis.

He remembered that he was forced to retreat behind the scenes, lock himself in his room, and write songs day and night. He believed in his talent and believed that as long as he worked hard enough and let the industry see his value, he would always have the opportunity to stand up.

To show, to overthrow.

Every song he wrote was released by the senior in the name of his own "original" before he released it.

He is like a traveler who can travel through the time tunnel between the future and the present. He can always get the songs created by others first and send them out in advance for his own use.

It's just that the only person he targeted this time was Yu Rongshi. The senior was like a dense sponge, blocking his entire future without making a move. Yu Rongshi had no chance to stand out or speak out, unless he died.

All his efforts only lead to more songs for another enemy.

He even had his shoulder held down by that person when he passed by him in the company.

He remembered what the man said at that time.

"...Do you think you are some kind of messenger of justice? Kid." The man took Yu Rongshi's hand, and when he saw the scarred marks on it, he suddenly let out a cry, "Look at your fingers, they have been plucked a lot recently.

Xian, wrote a lot of songs? Why bother..."

"In the end, my reputation as a genius was not cheap."

"Boy, the entertainment industry doesn't care about justice. It only cares about profits - as long as I can continue to produce singles for them that can sell millions or tens of millions of CDs, they will be willing to suppress any scandals for me.

"The man looked up and repeated what Yu Rongshi said when he refused to accept the award, "'I believe in justice more than the award.' Justice? What kind of naive statement? After you said that?

, I went back for a whole three hours, hahahaha..."

People were coming and going in the corridor, but no one dared to disturb the two people in the corner.

No. They don't just dare not bother.

They were even watching the conversation.

A worm shakes a tree.

He couldn't defeat that person's ability. The only thing he could do was to be faster than that person - practice more, produce songs faster, and test the prerequisites needed for that person to get the song in advance. He believed that any superman

All abilities have their limitations. If he calmly and desperately hits the stone, there will always be a day when he breaks the stone. If this road doesn't work, then find another one...

Until that happened.

Yu Rong thought that perhaps his person had been completely distorted since then.

Just like now when he saw the information of those two people, he wanted to do something, and he still continued to do it "for pleasure"...

"Teacher Yu."

In the strong dark emotion, he saw Yi Wan's voice. Yu Rongshi calmed down his emotions, turned his head, and saw Yi Wan looking at him.

"What's wrong?"

"The next auction price of this calligraphy and painting may be relatively high." Yi Wan said slowly, "Are you sure you want to take a photo of it for me?"

"Why don't you take a picture?" Yu Rongshi said, "I promised you."

"Oh," Yi Wan said, "but you didn't just now."

It was difficult for Yu Rong to look like he was recalling the past. In the noisy, thin face-slapping set, he looked at Yi Wan. In the midst of all the noisy praises, or the thought that he would soon be slapped

Among the face's mentally retarded and jealous remarks, only Yi Wan was unaffected and a fixed anchor.

He suddenly felt a little more relaxed.

"The calligraphy and painting by Bai Mingyuan was sold for 960,000, right?" Yu Rongshi said, "What do you think, I bought your teammate's calligraphy and painting for 1 million?"

He was stunned by Yi Wan.

"One million... is a bit of a premium." Yi Wan said tactfully, "You can't use it like this if you have a lot of money."

"It's not for the Bo family anyway, but it's going to be donated to children in southwest China." Yu Rongshi said, "And..."

He put his lips to Yi Wan's ear: "Do you think the value of your teammate's calligraphy and painting should be lower than that of Bai Mingyuan?"

Yi Wan said: "I don't know. I only know two things."

Yu Rongshi: "What?"

"I'll tell you when you take the photo," Yi Wan said, "the auction has started."

Yu Rongshi:?

Bo Jiang's calligraphy and painting caused a small upsurge/"tide" in the auction house. No one could have imagined that the calligraphy and painting of such a little-known member of the Bo family could be auctioned in such a grand manner. The bidders included not only calligraphy and painting masters, but also passers-by who joined in the fun.

, the owner of an independent game studio who wanted to take it back to install his studio. He also wanted to give it to celebrities and give it to his brother, who was unhappy with the thin letter.

Among them, the one thing Bo Jiang doesn't want her works to fall into the most is Bo Xin's hands.

Lu Mingcheng increased the price and gave up when the price was close to 500,000 yuan. He exclaimed to the people around him: "I am not crazy to buy a book with 500,000 yuan. I am spending money to buy a writing pen."
To be continued...