"Well, I don't have to give a gift to my future great-grandson?"

"Bah, what calligraphy and paintings do you give me when I was born? It's just to find a reason to miss Xiaoshu's words!"

But Mr. Li just protected Zhao Shu and did not allow his old comrades to ask for his calligraphy.

The last old man said, "I won't ask your grandson to write for nothing!"

Mr. Li stopped and said, "My grandson is a calligrapher. Don't think you can buy it with a few dollars."

"Nonsense, is my Lao Sun who is that kind of person? I love talents the most!" The old man stretched out his hand, "Hundreds of thousands of dollars, one piece of characters, how about it?"

Zhao Shu smiled and said, "I'm here to see you. You are my grandfather's comrade-in-arms and my elder. How can you ask for money by writing a few words to you?"

"Tsk tsk, look at how polite this child is. Old Li doesn't know what blessing he has accumulated in his previous life, and has such a handsome, obedient and capable grandson!"

It's so envious of the old men.

In the end, Zhao Shu wrote a picture of it for every old man.

Of course, no money was charged.

Mr. Li was very dissatisfied and said that they took advantage of their grandson, but he still felt very helpful when he saw the old men envy him.

After the party, the oldest man grabbed Zhao Shu and said that he had a daughter in this industry, and asked him if he was interested in holding a calligraphy exhibition, art exhibition, etc.

Zhao Shu didn't quite understand the significance of the calligraphy exhibition, but out of respect for his elders, he agreed.

It’s nothing more than spending some time writing a few more words and drawing a few paintings.

The old man was very happy and immediately contacted his daughter and gave her Zhao Shu's number. The old man's daughter was Sun Xiaoyi, the vice president of the Chinese Calligraphy Association.

It has a high status in the literary and artistic circles.

She learned that her father was going to hold an art exhibition for a twenty-year-old child. Although she was disdainful, it was the old father's request after all, so she still responded, but asked to take a look at his works first.

Mr. Sun went home with his words.

Zhao Shu didn't take this matter to heart, nor did he think that the few words he wrote casually could do.

Unexpectedly, at around 10 o'clock that night, he received a call from Sun Xiaoyi.

Sun Xiaoyi was a little excited in his words: "Mr. Zhao, when do you think the half-time calligraphy and painting exhibition is more suitable?"

“…When will it be convenient for you?”

"I can do it anytime! The venue is ready-made, as long as your work is in place!"

"Then I'll take the time to write a few."

"...Okay, I'll give you half a year, okay? Otherwise, it's one year?"

"What? Do you need a lot to hold a calligraphy and painting exhibition?"

"There must be dozens of calligraphy and paintings."

"Oh, then it's just one week. Then you send someone to pick it up."

Sun Xiaoyi was shocked, but she thought he had stock, so she didn't think much about it and smiled and said, "It's great, I'll contact you next week."

I'm so kinder than the previous call.

Yun Dai was lying on the table to do her homework and turned around and asked, "What calligraphy and painting exhibition?"

"Oh, the daughter of a comrade-in-arms of my grandfather, said she would help me hold a painting and calligraphy exhibition."

"Is that true?" Yun Dai immediately became interested, "With the teacher's ability, it's time to exhibit calligraphy and painting!"

"What are the benefits of doing it?"

"Then there will be more benefits. The most practical point is that your work will increase a lot, and someone will bid for it at the exhibition."

Zhao Shu smiled and said, "Is that so? The old man's comrade-in-arms paid 100,000 yuan to buy me, but I don't know if it's worth it."
Chapter completed!