"Everyone, thank you for supporting the Grand Hyatt Restaurant branch. I'm the manager of our restaurant, Ye Fan. To express my gratitude to everyone, all the expenses today are on the house!”
"Good!"
For a moment, the entire hall was filled with cheers.
"By the way, Shopkeeper Ye, I see that the calligraphy hanging on your wall seems to be the calligraphy of the Sage of Calligraphy, Wang Xizhi.”
"It looks like an authentic work to me. I was lucky enough to see the authentic work of the calligraphy sage Wang Xizhi. It looks very similar to this technique.”
"Yes, Shopkeeper Ye, is this calligraphy an authentic work of Wang Xizhi?”
Yang Guang could not help but ask.
Ye Fan shook his head and smiled humbly." No, this is my imitation of Wang Xizhi's technique. The poem was also made by myself. It's just a small piece of work, not worth mentioning…"
After hearing Ye Fan's words, the hall exploded again.
Obviously, many people did not believe it.
It was precisely because many people were proficient in the Six Arts that they knew very well that it was not something that could be done overnight if they wanted to practice calligraphy to such perfection.
It required decades of hard work and practice.
Even the Sage of Calligraphy, Wang Xizhi, had to practice hard for thirty years before he could achieve anything.
But you, a mere Ye Fan, don't look like you're eighteen or nineteen years old, and you dare to say that you have such a technique?
Don't you know how to bully others?
That was why Gao Shilian felt that this young man had such attainments at such a young age. His talent could not be compared to ordinary people, let alone ordinary people.
Look at this calligraphy, then look at that poem. They were both amazing masterpieces!
The entire poem depicted the lofty aspirations of a soldier.
Especially that last sentence.
"Drunken Lord Grim on the battlefield, how many people have fought since ancient times?”
After reading it, one could not help but think of a scene. Even though the soldiers were drunk and passed out on the battlefield, they did not move at all. They did not even take half a step back. Don't laugh at us. This time, we went out to serve the country. We originally planned to wrap our bodies in horse leather and did not plan to return alive!
This kind of resolute pride, this kind of intense ambition, the words between the lines could not help but make one's blood boil!
Seeing everyone praise Ye Fan, Li Shi Min, who was sitting in a corner not far away, was unhappy.
When he heard that this shop was opened by Ye Fan, he refused to come no matter what.
However, the emperor had ordered all the important officials to come and support him.
Yang Guang also considered that if he called all of them over, it would make Ye Fan suspicious, so he did not call all of them over. He only called a portion of them over.
Wasn't this operation a little too flashy?
"Hmph, isn't this fellow boasting a little too much?”
Li Shiming thought unhappily,"That day at the Gao Mansion, he must have copied a poem from somewhere and said it was his own. He was just borrowing flowers to present to Buddha." Today, he was boasting here, saying that this calligraphy was written by him and that there was no limit to his boasting?”
Actually, Li Shi Min didn't believe it for no reason.
Many people thought the same as Li Shiming. They thought that Ye Fan was so young and could not have such calligraphy skills.
Looking at Ye Fan's smug appearance, Li Shi Min could not help but immediately make things difficult for Ye Fan.
"Shopkeeper Ye, since your calligraphy is so superb, can you perform it in public to broaden our horizons?”
Li Shi Min sneered.
In any case, Li Shi Min absolutely did not believe that Ye Fan had such a proud talent.
But how old was Ye Fan?
Hearing Li Shiming's words, Ye Fan knew very well that this kid was making things difficult for him.
Initially, he didn't want to pay attention to him, but on second thought, if he didn't pay attention to this kid, he would definitely take advantage of him, and he would also have a guilty conscience.
He might as well take this opportunity to promote his restaurant.
After all, this was an excellent publicity opportunity. It would be a waste not to use it.
Li Shi Min, oh Li Shi Min, why did you give me a chance to show off for nothing?
Those who moved the tables, those who took pens and ink, were very busy.
After grinding the ink, Ye Fan picked up the brush and dipped it in the ink. Then, he wrote another poem on the Xuan paper.
"A pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without a blind date. I raise my cup to invite the moon, and face the shadow to become three people!”
"Young Master Li, are you satisfied?"
Ye Fan stared at Li Shi Min and asked with a sneer.
Li Shi Min's face turned pale and he couldn't help but grit his teeth and said,"This, this poem doesn't fit the occasion. There are so many of us here, why are there only three people? You, change another song!"
You still want to make things difficult for me?
Do you think I'm a plagiarist for nothing?
Ye Fan sneered in his heart. Then, he held the pen in midair and asked someone to change it to a blank piece of paper.
Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!
A poem about wine fell on the paper.
"Don't you see that the water of the Yellow River comes from the sky and flows into the sea without returning?”
"Don't you see that the bright mirror in the high hall grieves for the white hair?”
"You must enjoy life to the fullest. Don't let the golden cup face the moon empty.”
"I'm born with talent.”
"To cook sheep and slaughter cattle for fun, you must drink three hundred cups at a time.”
"Master Cen, Dan Qiusheng, please drink.”
"I'll sing a song with you. Please listen to it for me.”
"Bells, drums, and jades are not valuable. I hope I won't wake up after a long time of drunkenness.”
"Since ancient times, sages have been lonely, only the drinker has left his name.”
"In the past, the King of Chen had a banquet in Pingle, and he drank ten thousand taels of wine to his heart's content.”
"Master, why are you saying that you don't have enough money?”
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