Lin Xi was stunned.

He didn't know why Sheng Qingtang asked this, but he still answered: "Yes, President Sheng, I just sent this calligraphy to Master Wei Hou on Saturday, and he said it was his practice calligraphy."

"Practice your pen?" Sheng Qingtang endured it, remembering that this was not his son, so he didn't slap him.

He was so angry that he laughed back: "Wei Hou, with his broken handwriting, still has the nerve to say that these handwritings are his practice? Is he worthy?!"

As soon as these words came out, the faces of other art masters around him changed.

Although Sheng Qingtang focuses on calligraphy, he has also made achievements in Chinese painting and sculpture, and his status in the art world is very high, almost unique.

He has a very strange temper and has no apprentices.

But this does not prevent other art masters from respecting him.

Since Sheng Qingtang said that, he must have seen something.

Lin Xi was stunned.

"Now, immediately, call this idiot Wei Hou over here!" Sheng Qingtang shouted angrily at the president of the Shanghai Art Association, "I want to see his people within ten minutes."

"President Sheng, calm down, calm down." The president of the Shanghai Art Association apologized hurriedly, "I'll go right away. You have just been discharged from the hospital not long ago, so you can't be angry."

"You take care of me..." Sheng Qingtang lost his temper again, and just as he was about to lose his temper, he saw the girl in front of him on the right glance at him.

Light and light.

Sheng Qingtang immediately fell silent.

Oops.

He forgot that Doctor Ying was here.

If he accidentally hits his head next time, no one will treat him.

"Ahem." Sheng Qingtang felt guilty. He waved his hands and said with a straight face, "Hurry up."

"Yes Yes Yes."

The president of the Shanghai Art Association left in a hurry.

The barrage exploded again.

[Holy shit, who is this old man? Why does even the president of the Shanghai Art Association respect him so much? 】

[And he also said that Wei Hou was not worthy of writing this word. Although I don’t know why, it is inexplicably convincing. 】

【Ah ah ah ah, this is Sheng Qing Tang!!!】

[Confused, who is Sheng Qingtang?]

[Front row science popularization, Sheng Qingtang, the previous president of the Chinese Calligraphy Art Association, is good at official script, regular script, cursive script, large seal script, small seal script and many kinds of fonts. Every word starts with tens of millions. He is also good at traditional Chinese painting, printmaking, and engraving.

Art, I was once invited to O continent to participate in a sculpture competition, and beat other countries and won the championship.】

[Three years ago, Sheng Qingtang resigned as the president of the Chinese Calligraphy Art Association and lived in seclusion. Even his colleagues could not find him, but he did not expect to see him here today.]

[It can even suppress other countries in continent O. How powerful is this carving? 】

[Damn it, Qingzhi even invited Sheng Qingtang here. The principal is so awesome. It’s not worth skipping work today to watch the live broadcast. 】

So the barrage started praising the principal for being awesome.

headmaster:"……"

He didn't he didn't.

How could he have such a big arrogance? He was also confused.

**

Offstage.

Zhong Zhiwan dug her nails into her palms, and her eyes turned red with anger.

Sheng Qingtang actually knew that the calligraphy was not Wei Hou's?

But why would Sheng Qingtang condescend to come here?

Could it be that this character was written by Sheng Qingtang?

Zhong Zhiwan frowned.

Won't.

Sheng Qingtang's personal style is too obvious, and his regular script is not this type of font.

As long as Wei Hou refuses to admit it, Sheng Qingtang has no evidence.

Even if something happens, she will not be involved. After all, it is Wei Hou who wants to be greedy.

Zhong Zhiwan calmed down and breathed a sigh of relief.

**

Before the ten minutes were up, the president of the Shanghai Art Association left and returned.

Behind him, there were two staff members supporting Wei Hou as he walked this way.

Wei Hou's face turned pale, he was motion sick, and he had vomited several times just now.

Lin Xi shouted: "Master Wei Hou."

Wei Hou is more arrogant, how can he deal with a junior?

Without even looking at Lin Xi, he coughed a few times, stepped forward and said very respectfully, "President Sheng, I didn't know that you are coming, and Wei Hou is a little far away to greet you. Please forgive me."

"Have you come to greet me from afar?" Sheng Qingtang's eyes were cold, "If you come to greet me, my life will be short-lived!"

Wei Hou's face darkened: "President Sheng, what do you mean?"

Didn't Sheng Qingtang get the position of president of the Chinese Calligraphy Art Association just because he was twenty years older than him?

If they were of the same generation, could Sheng Qingtang compare to him?

"What do I mean?" Sheng Qingtang snorted and picked up the scroll, "He said you wrote this calligraphy. You tell me."

Wei Hou looked over and his eyelids twitched.

He was deeply impressed by this painting.

This is a level that he cannot reach even if he trains for another ten years.

Wei Hou has been famous in the art world for a long time and knows many people. It can be seen at a glance that this calligraphy does not belong to any famous calligrapher.

Those with a lower status than him did not dare to contradict him, so they could only give him this piece of writing.

So when Lin Xi brought him, Wei Hou recognized him immediately.

He hasn't been out of the mountains for a long time because he encountered a bottleneck.

This word can help him stand more firmly in the art world.

"That's right." Wei Hou still did not deny it, "This character is indeed my practice pen. What does President Sheng want to say?"

He didn't see that when he said this, the word "garbage" was covered on the big screen behind him.

[Wei Hou is fifty this year, right? His handwriting is not as good as that of a seventeen-year-old high school student. No wonder he is called rubbish.]

[Hahahaha, I admitted it in public. I guess I don’t know what happened before. This slap in the face really hurts.]

[I remember that Wei Hou is also a member of the Chinese Calligraphy Art Association, right? It seems that his position is not low, this...]

Sheng Qingtang's eyes became colder: "So, you also know that a student took your handwriting and cheated to participate in the competition?"

Wei Hou frowned, remembering what Zhong Zhiwan said that day, but he was still calm: "I lent my handwriting to students for copying. Why, who stole it?"

"President Sheng, this is really Master Wei Hou..."

Lin Xi was about to argue, but was blocked by Sheng Qingtang: "You can also interrupt when I speak?"

Being scolded in person, Lin Xi's face turned red, but she did not dare to say anything.

Sheng Qingtang looked at Wei Hou again: "When did you write it?"

"I just had an idea four days ago." Wei Hou was very impatient. "If Chairman Sheng only asks me about such trivial matters, I, Wei Hou, will not accompany me."

"Okay, okay!" Sheng Qingtang slammed the table angrily, "You said you wrote this four days ago, but I saw it a week ago and took pictures. Did you go back in time and write it?!"

He turned on his phone, pulled up the group photo taken that day, and faced the camera.

"Look clearly, this was taken at my house. This is my bald and unfilial son. These are my watermelons and apples." Sheng Qingtang sneered, "Wei Hou, do you know where the door to my house opens?"

"How dare you say that this calligraphy is your practice?!"

The screen enlarged the photo so that people could clearly see that the words on the photo were exactly the same as those shown by Lin Xi before.

There isn't a single bit of difference.

Wei Hou looked up nonchalantly.

When he looked at it like this, his mind went blank with a "buzz".

"..."
To be continued...