A club in the city.

Those who come in and out were all well-known figures. In a box, several people raised their glasses and drank loudly. The unique calligraphy exchanges were held at the dining table.

Huang Xu held the red wine glass and poured wine for several middle-aged men, and said with a smile: "Teacher You, come, the student pour it for you."

You Ming, who had a little red cheeks, had a beard like the certified photos on Weibo, and looked like an art-making fat man. He laughed and patted Huang Xu on the shoulder, "Young man is sensible. Oh, Lao Wu, is this from your academy?"

Wu Zhonghe pushed his glasses, accompanied him with a drink, and said, "That's right. The son of Mr. Huang, the boss of Jiufang Real Estate."

You Ming's eyes lit up, "Oh? That's really a dragon and a phoenix among people. The young man has a lot to do."

"I have to learn more from several teachers."

Laughing came from the private room.

"Hey, who is the young man who is from?"

Huang Xu sat back in his seat and was whispering to You Ming's apprentice. Suddenly, he heard the inquiry from "Master You" and quickly replied: "Just just took the class in the calligraphy department of the Academy of Fine Arts."

"This is not OK. Lao Wu, it's not that I speak directly. Those old guys in your calligraphy department are not worthy of taking out Huizhou and carrying shoes for others. Xiao Huang, who writes French paintings, are all about seniority and seniority."

If it were an ordinary person, Wu Zhonghe would probably stand up and fight with him. It was You Ming, so he smiled embarrassedly.

"By the way, I can do some calligraphy. After you graduate, you will do it with me and learn some Chinese painting. In this era, painting is much more profitable than writing. My disciples, who are casually in the gallery, can sell for two or three thousand yuan. Calligraphy obviously cannot beat the Chinese painting market. Lao Wu, don't blame me for being ugly. Tell me, is this the reason?"

Wu Zhonghe smiled but said nothing. If he, the director of the calligraphy department, followed You Ming's wishes, would he still be able to mess around? It's just that Huang Dashao's family has a million yuan, so he lacks this little money to spend?

Huang Xu raised his glass and smiled and said, "Then I would like to thank Teacher You for your support."

Calligraphy and Chinese painting, some people focus on creating, while others are keen on the management of the cultural circle.

To be honest, Huang Xu doesn't like You Ming's ability, but he has a lot of resources. This alone is worthy of his close friend.

Wu Zhonghe also licked his face and praised him for his sake.

"Old You, your business has also started. Next year, several galleries under your command will sign an internship with our calligraphy department. How about it?"

You Ming smiled in his eyes, "I knew I was not at ease today. Let me first say that it was an internship, not a job arrangement. My temple is small and I can't accommodate so many students."

"Okay, just give priority to taking care of our students in the calligraphy department. Come on, I'll do it, you can do it."

You Ming and Wu Zhonghe clinked glasses, took a sip, took out their cell phone and scratched them, and suddenly their face changed.

"This stinky damn!"

Wu Zhonghe glanced at him, "What's wrong?"

You Ming took a deep breath, "It's okay, it's just a little star. I found a painter who came out of nowhere and deliberately came to squeeze me out. Haha, this is impatient for life."

Wu Zhong Helai was in high spirits and picked up a chopstick dish, "Oh? Is there anyone else who sings the opposite tune with you? What kind of stars are there? Are there few stars dormant under your old friend?"

"Hey, you can eat randomly, and you can't talk randomly. There is nothing to hide, it's Zhou Qingyu in our city."

Huang Xu frowned, "Zhou Qingyu?"

He quickly took out his cell phone and rang the hateful person before.

"How is that possible!?"

Wu Zhonghe, You Ming and several young people all looked over and looked at Huang Xu's surprised expression.

"What’s wrong with you?"

"Teacher You, is this the painter you mentioned?"

Huang Xu lit up the picture of the large-character fine-brushed painting of lacquer books with a gold and stone style, and looked towards He and You Ming in Wuzhong.

"Yes, that's it."

Wu Zhonghe leaned closer and looked, "Zhong... the surname is Zhong!"

You Ming was stunned, "Why, you all know each other?"

"Lao You, this little turtle girl has caused trouble a lot. She had a holiday with me before. Why can't he get along with you?"

You Ming took a sip of red wine, "How could this little bed bug have an intersection with me? But Zhou Qingyu didn't know where to get him. Look, this little bitch has reposted this person's Weibo now."

"I'll take a look."

Zhong Yue posted less than a hundred words of content on Weibo.

"At the invitation of Ms. Zhou Qingyu, I created the cover of the album "Youth". A fine brushwork of landscape works, inheriting the ancient style, filling in the Hungarians with heavy colors, and breaking through color matching. I cannot be treated with Teacher You Ming's eyes. I am not good at learning skills and I am ashamed."

This passage of Zhong Yue can be said to have lowered his figure and was very modest. Such a soft punch is actually a heavy punch for You Ming.

The shrew was scolding the street. A lightweight player like Zhong Yue who had no fans was naturally not You Ming's opponent. However, when You Ming scolded him, Zhong Yue completely attributed his fault to his side. His humble attitude made him almost unable to find any rudeness.

And he told the matter tactfully that Zhou Qingyu asked him to paint, and some trolls who followed the trend immediately couldn't find any squirting. This matter was a collaboration between Zhou Qingyu and Zhong Yue, so why did You Ming get into trouble?

The public opinion trend immediately turned to You Ming.

Originally, I thought it was nothing, but Zhou Qingyu reposted Zhong Yue’s Weibo, which immediately resonated with Zhou Qingyu’s fans. She felt that her goddess was also bullied and supported Zhong Yue.

You Ming looked at the scolding on his Weibo and kept frowning and sweating.

"What a shitty Chinese painting master, a third-rate painter, who even puts a shameless label."

"Bah, I'm so good at painting, so I'll forget it if I don't like it. Go to Goddess Zhou's Weibo to set the rhythm. If you can't eat grapes, you'll say that the grapes are sour."

"Master, I suggest you get it out!"

"This kind of bad fool really defiles the national treasure."

The number of fans of entertainment stars is definitely incomparable to artists like You Ming. At first, his hardcore fans supported the scolding, but later, facing the surging scolding, his hardcore fans could no longer resist it and surrendered and dared not speak.

"This stinky bitch must have hired a navy army! It's so shameless!"

Wu Zhonghe frowned and said, "The current online name is really brainless. It's ridiculous that he would insult Teacher You like this for an actor!"

You Ming lit a cigarette, took a sip, and pressed it on the ashtray, "No, I can't swallow this tone!"

Zhong Yue's move uses retreat as advance, which directly makes these two old macaques explode.
Chapter completed!