Scriptwriter Li began to feel bitter. He watched as the group of people forced him to resign, clamoring to sell the work to the other party.
If it was really his, he would be eager to buy it now, even if he didn't have to pay a single cent. As long as he could get on the other party's boat.
The other party was the vice president of the National Calligraphy Association, and he enjoyed the allowance of the government. What was the meaning of this? This was Zhongyang's people.
It could be said that once an official reached a certain position, he would like these elegant things very much. How many provincial leaders had authentic works of famous people hidden in their homes? If they could match this god in front of them...
It could be said that wherever he went, others would have to give him some face, and those publishing firms would have to take his attitude into account. If he wrote a book, even if it couldn't be sold, he would print hundreds of thousands of copies and then push it out forcefully.
But now, he had already said a lot of bad things about this calligraphy to the people around him. In the end, such a great god had appeared and forcefully slapped his face. Moreover, he was slapped in the face and yet he couldn't even cry out in pain. It was really f * cking frustrating.
Even though Master Li felt bad, he couldn't admit that this wasn't his calligraphy. If he admitted it, he would have made a complete mistake, and the impact on the other party would be very bad.
Just as he was about to think of a way to explain himself tactfully, the old man who called out to Old Zhang came out and said at the top of his voice.
"What are you shouting about? This calligraphy wasn't written by him. It was written by a young man inside!”
After saying that, he looked at his old friend with disdain, his eyes mixed with deep disdain.
"Young man? It's not him?"
"I said, you didn't write it. Why are you talking here? Go away. Old Wang, can you introduce that young man to me?”
When Master Zhang heard his old friend's words, he immediately felt awkward. Then, he directly flew into a rage at Master Li.
Scriptwriter Li felt aggrieved. When did I f * cking say that I wrote it myself?
"What recommendation? I don't know him either. However, he seems to have something to do and will come out in a while.”
After Old Wang finished speaking, he continued to look at the calligraphy. He did not leave the place because of the hot weather.
As time passed, some of the tourists also left, leaving behind seven or eight people. They were all dressed in expensive clothes and wore luxury watches. None of them felt uncomfortable at all.
About an hour later, Xia Yu came out of the computer room. He was stunned the moment he came out. Why were there so many people?
"It's out!"
Old Wang shouted. Master Zhang walked over in small steps and carefully sized up the other party. If it wasn't for his old friend telling him, he would never believe that it was the work of this young man in front of him.
"Hello, may I ask if the words 'Heaven Sword and Dragon Sabre' outside are your works?”
Old Zhang still couldn't believe it, so she asked.
"Um. What's wrong?"
Xia Yu was a little at a loss. He scratched his head and said, Is my calligraphy not good enough? Others came to slap their faces?
"It's like this. I want to buy your work for 30 million yuan. What do you think?”
Old Zhang said anxiously after hearing the other party admit it.
"Um... Please wait a moment. I'll take care of something first.”
When Xia Yu heard the other party say 30 million to buy a few words that he had casually written, the hand in his pocket almost called the mental hospital. If it wasn't for the fact that he didn't know the phone number.
"Alright! Grandmaster!"
Old Zhang didn't get angry when she heard the other party's words. Instead, she waited quietly. If some leaders and people in the calligraphy world saw this, their jaws would definitely drop!
"F * ck, is this the lawless Madman Zhang?”
Madman Zhang was famous in the calligraphy world. It wasn't that his calligraphy was good or that it was unprecedented. It was his behavior. No matter which high-ranking official or leader wanted to ask him for a piece of work, as long as he knew that the leader's style was not good, he would directly write four big words and personally send it to the door of the other party.
For example, there was a corrupt official who loved calligraphy. He begged the other party to pick up the brush, but who knew that Madman Zhang would know the other party's style from others and directly send him four big words.
"Two Sleeves Filthy Wind!"
After he finished writing, he framed it and sent it to someone's door with great fanfare. He lit firecrackers and blew the trumpet all the way.
In the end, that leader was directly detained. From then on, people with dirty hands did not dare to beg him.
It was also because of this matter that he became famous.
It could be said that as long as he hated someone, even if he was facing a country's official, he would not give them any face. As long as he liked someone, even if it was a village chief, he would want to befriend them.
This was Lunatic Zhang's personality.
Xia Yu looked at the packed crowd and took out a few sheets of A4 paper. A total of 13,000 words of the story was thrown in front of Scriptwriter Li.
"See?"
After saying that, he turned around to talk to Old Zhang. He felt that this old man was really pitiful. He looked quite young, but he had Alzheimer's disease.
He wanted to regain his face after suffering a loss. Thinking of this, he placed the A4 paper in front of the projector and asked the staff to open the shed to block the light. Nearly a hundred people present watched the story live.
"At the end of the Yuan Dynasty, two divine weapons appeared in the world, the Heavenly Sword and the Dragon Slaying Saber."
"Rumor has it that whoever gets the Dragon Slaying Saber will get the world!”
"Therefore, in order to obtain the two divine artifacts, the martial world launched one tragic bloody storm after another."
The main point of the story was stated at the beginning, which immediately attracted the attention of the audience. At first, many people were not optimistic, but after reading the first 100 words, they were immediately attracted and watched attentively.
Scriptwriter Li read with a disdainful gaze, but he slowly and involuntarily became engrossed.
Nearly a hundred people were staring at the screen, imagining the plot.
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