Lao Jin chatted with Zhong Ming for a few words and soon returned to the judges' seat.

Zhong Ming took a look and found that there were six people on the judges' seat. It seemed that two or three of them were from the Calligraphy Association. They had a great chat with Lao Jin. The other judges didn't know, but there was someone in the middle. Zhong Ming searched the Internet and was the director of the art gallery.

The competition began soon, and the content of the competition was very simple, writing poetry. The youth group is "Viewing the Sea" and the youth group is "Wine in the Wine". For a limited time, if you are not satisfied with your writing within a limited time, you can rewritten it at any time, and finally review it on-site and get the results.

Of course, the results on site are not all collected for the judges to show. Each contestant has a small camera on the table, which can take real-time pictures, and someone will take the camera to take some images. The judges can directly see the words written by each person through the screen, and have a clear idea in advance. Whoever writes well and who doesn’t write well, and when the competition time comes, the results can be obtained with a little discussion.

In the venue, the contestants wrote one after another. Most of them wrote very slowly, stroke by stroke, and were cautious. Although the time was limited, they were relatively abundant, especially in the youth group, "Watching the Sea" is not a very long poem, so there is no need to worry at all. Otherwise, if the writing is broken, it will be rewritten, which will delay time.

In the audience, Zhong Ming looked at Yiyi from afar and found that Yiyi was writing very seriously. She couldn't see clearly how she wrote her words, but the structure was OK. It seemed that the last two days of gun sharpening had some effect.

"There are actually many Westerners participating in the competition." Jiang Wanna whispered in Zhong Ming's ear.

Zhong Ming looked at it and it was true. There were about ten Westerners in the youth group, and there were more in the youth group, with twenty young people.

This is also one of the results of the integration of culture in this world. Many Westerners are also interested in the traditional Chinese culture and will practice it specifically. Moreover, if many Westerners live in the cities where Chinese people live and practice calligraphy since childhood, they actually have no disadvantages compared to Chinese people.

On the other side of the judges, they kept switching on the screen to see the performance of each contestant.

“No. 39 is well written.”

“No. 55 is OK.”

"It's broken, this word is broken. Sure enough, I have to rewritten it. Alas, it's a pity."

"Is this contestant a Westerner? Is it so well written by the Westerner?"

"I must have learned calligraphy since I was a child, and I will not be worse than Chinese. Having said that, there are actually not many Chinese who specialize in calligraphy now."

"Oh, yes."

For contestants, the one-hour time limit is not long. Some people may write slowly and have high self-requirements. The time may not be enough, but for the audience accompanying the contest, it is very boring.

Zhong Ming looked at the two young contestants who were very close to him and read for a few minutes. He felt it was meaningless and looked up in the venue aimlessly.

Suddenly, he noticed that on a table in the distance from the judges, there were six trophys in each of the Youth Group and the Youth Group, one first prize, two second prizes, and three third prizes. In addition, there was also a long strip of things covered with red velvet cloth, and I don’t know what it was.

Thinking of the fact that I had said before that there would be mysterious exhibits on site, this should be the mysterious exhibits.

Zhong Ming didn’t know if this little guy Yiyi could win the prize. The lowest third prize would have to be in the top six. There are more than 100 people in the children’s group.

However, just by looking at the level of other contestants, I felt that Yiyi was still having a chance.

Soon, time has come.

After the time came, all contestants had to stop writing. Several children cried "wow" and didn't finish writing!

Of course, the reason why they didn't finish writing is definitely not because they wrote it too slowly, but because they found that they were broken halfway through writing and rewritten it from scratch, which resulted in not enough time.

After all, I am too demanding and too devoted to the time.

The child's psychological tolerance is not good, so he cried on the spot.

Of course, this situation is very rare, and most people have completed it successfully. The written copybooks are neatly laid on the table, waiting for the judges to comment.

Several judges were talking to the screen in front of them, obviously discussing which one is better than one of the excellent works.

After about a quarter of an hour, the host said: "Then next, please ask Mr. Qian Taishu, the president of the Calligraphy Association, to give a simple comment and announce the list of winners!"

The former president stood up, cleared his throat and said, "Calligraphy is an ancient art and the crystallization of Chinese culture. Today's calligraphy competition is of great significance..."

"But fortunately, we see that the art of calligraphy is still being passed down, and many young people and young people are devoted to the art of calligraphy..."

"Next, I am honored to announce the awards of this competition: the first prize of the youth group: No. 19, second prize, No. 33, No. 62, third prize..."

The awards from the two groups are announced one by one.

Jiang Wanna hurriedly asked Zhong Ming: "Hey, what number is Yiyi coming?"

Zhong Ming said: "It seems to be No. 62, the second prize."

"Awesome!" Jiang Wanna said in shock, "I really won the prize, but it's still the second prize!"

Zhong Ming smiled: "Yiyi's level is already good, what's strange about winning a second prize?"

Soon some staff members carefully collected all of these entries, and the entries were to be exhibited for a month in the art gallery, which can be regarded as displaying the results of this calligraphy competition to the public.

The awards were awarded, and the host said: "Next, there is another exciting news, this mysterious collection! In fact, this mysterious collection is the collection of a personal collector. It will be held in the art gallery with the excellent works of this calligraphy competition. Please see the calligraphy master Mr. Cui Chenglu copied Huaisu's "Self-Portrait"!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the audience was in an uproar!

Especially on the judges' seat, Lao Jin and President Qian were both stunned, and then they couldn't help but feel ecstasy!

Obviously, the confidentiality work of this competition is done well, and even the former president of Lao Jin and the former president don’t know what the mysterious collection is.

Of course, the director of the art gallery was not so excited because he had known it for a long time. After all, he only got the exhibit when he contacted his personal collector.

Jiang Wanna didn't understand why, so she asked Zhong Ming: "Is this a very precious calligraphy work? Why are even the judges excited?"

Zhong Ming opened the bracelet and searched for Cui Chenglu, and he understood.

"Self-Portrait" is a work by Huaisu. It is known as "the world's No. 1 Cursive Shop", but it is a veritable calligraphy classic.

In this world, various calligraphy works have been lost, but some works have been passed down. Cui Chenglu was a Chinese calligraphy master before the crisis of intelligence and machinery. The reason why his copy of "Self-Portrait" is so precious is because he has seen the original version of "Self-Portrait"!

Although Huaisu's "Self-Portrait" copied by Cui Chenglu is a paper version, it is preserved in the war, which means it is extremely precious in this world!
Chapter completed!