"Grandpa, I'm sorry, but our Egg-Fried Rice is sold out.”
Liu Yuwei saw the old man walk to Lin Hao's side and thought that he was here to buy Egg Fried Rice. She went up to him and said.
"Egg Fried Rice? Oh no, I'm not here to buy Egg Fried Rice.”
The old man smiled amiably and waved his hand.
Then, the old man looked at Lin Hao and asked,"Young man, did you write the words 'Egg Fried Rice'?”
As he spoke, he pointed at the signboard hanging on Lin Hao's tricycle.
Lin Haolin dipped a brush in black ink and wrote it on the red poster.
"Yes, I wrote it!"
Lin Hao nodded.
Liu Yuwei pouted and asked,""Grandpa, why are you so sure that this guy wrote it and not me?”
The old man smiled." Look at these words. The strokes are like golden hooks and iron paintings. Every word is powerful and penetrating the back of the paper. It's just that the turning points lack roundness and agility. One look and you can tell that it's written by a man. Naturally, it's not written by a pretty little girl like you."”
"Grandpa, I didn't expect you to be so knowledgeable in calligraphy!”
Liu Yuwei couldn't help but ask in surprise.
"That's true. If President Anderson doesn't know calligraphy, then there aren't many people in the country who do!”
The young man standing beside the old man suddenly spoke.
"Little Wang, don't be too arrogant!"
The old man frowned and said.
As he spoke, the old man reached into his pocket and took out a business card. He handed it to Lin Hao."Although your handwriting is lacking, it is still quite good. May I know where your master is?”
"Vice President of the Calligraphy Association, An Yunqing.”
Lin Hao took the business card and looked at the title. He felt relieved.
No wonder this old man was so influential. The vice president of the Calligraphy Association was considered a famous person. He should be a big shot in the calligraphy circle of the city.
"An Yunqing, An De is calm and breezy. That's a good name.”
Lin Hao thought to himself.
"President An, I don't have a master. I wrote these words randomly with a powder brush.”
Lin Hao said modestly.
"No master? Did you write it with a brush?"
An Yunqing was stunned.
"Brother, this is boring. I've practiced such good calligraphy for five or six years, but I still don't have your skill. How could you write it with a brush?”
Little Wang said with a frown.
"No wonder, no wonder…" An Yunqing looked at Lin Hao's words and muttered,""I was wondering why the turning point was so stiff, and why the hook was so thick and strange.”
Liu Yuwei raised her hand and said,""Grandpa, let me be a witness. My brother doesn't have much time to learn calligraphy from a master. He just has good handwriting since he was young.”
In the eyes of an outsider like Liu Yuwei, even if Lin Hao's calligraphy level had reached the intermediate level, the words he wrote were only good-looking.
However, An Yunqing was not very calm.
"This is definitely a good seedling. If he's willing to put in some effort and train for a few years, he's very confident in winning the city award, no, the provincial award!”An Yunqing's eyes lit up.
"Young man, what's your name?”
An Yunqing smiled and asked.
"My name is Lin Hao!"
Lin Hao put the business card into his pocket.
"Lin Hao, are you interested in writing with me?”
An Yunqing asked with a smile.
"President An, I don't have time to learn how to write for the time being. Thank you for your appreciation. If I have time in the future, I'll visit you.”
Lin Hao shook his head. His words were polite, but he rejected decisively.
Learn calligraphy?
The most important thing for Lin Hao now was to set up a stall to earn money, not to mention that he hadn't completed his task of Egg-Fried Rice. How could he go and learn calligraphy from others?
"Hey, hey, are you crazy? Do you know how hard it is for President Ann to take in a disciple? It had been more than ten years since the old man had taken in a disciple.”
Little Wang quickly took a few steps forward and tugged at Lin Hao's sleeve as he whispered.
"It's rare, but I don't have the time. I still have to make Egg Fried Rice!”
Lin Hao spread his hands.
"You brat…" Little Wang was a friendly person. He immediately looked at Lin Hao and said angrily,"Don't you cook rice to make money? Learn calligraphy from President Ann properly and become famous after ten years of practice. At that time, a piece of calligraphy would be worth at least thousands or tens of thousands of yuan. Why would he have to worry about not having money?”
"Take me for example!" Little Wang puffed out his chest." You won the third prize in the city once. Now, with the calligraphy association's subsidy, you can earn seven to eight thousand yuan a month. How much can you earn by selling Egg Fried Rice in the morning?”
Lin Hao thought about it seriously and said,"I sold it for a little more than 800 yuan this morning."”
"Ah, this…"
Little Wang was speechless.
In fact, Little Wang wasn't a bad person. He just wanted to help President An pull Lin Hao to learn calligraphy. However, Lin Hao could earn 800 yuan in a morning. Even if he didn't open a stall every day, it would be very easy for him to surpass Little Wang's salary!
At this moment, Little Wang's persuasion was even less convincing.
"People with intelligence and talent are excellent in everything they do. I won't force them.”
An Yunqing said with disappointment in his eyes.
As the vice president of the Calligraphy Association, his words were still very standard.
"President An, I still have to hurry home to prepare the ingredients for my stall later. I have to go first!”
Lin Hao said a few polite words, then called Liu Yuwei to get into the car. After pedaling a few times, they rode away.
"Sigh, this kid doesn't know what a great opportunity he missed.”
Little Wang shook his head and said.
However, President An said," To be able to focus on the things in front of you and be down-to-earth. There aren't many people in the modern world who can do this. This child has a limitless future!"”
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