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Chapter 138 Wielding the Brush and Painting [Fifth Update]

The second round of the top ten to top three competition was less difficult than the first round, and participants used a uniform calligraphy style and a uniform template.

The font he chose happened to be the one Shen Tao was most skilled at, and he felt he had the victory in the bag.

With muscle memory built up over a decade, I simply couldn't imagine how I could lose.

"I hereby announce that the list of those who have advanced is, in order: Chen Wei, Shen Tao, and Niu Le."

But when the result came out of Meng Ziliang's mouth, Shen Tao was dumbfounded.

This time, I still didn't come in first place.

Although the rankings in the previous rounds were not of any real use, Shen Tao, a calligraphy prodigy from Guangzhou, could not tolerate the fact that he was always second place.

He suspected there was something fishy going on.

"Excuse me, could you show me Chen Wei's work?" Shen Tao walked straight to the front of the stage and asked.

"Of course." Meng Ziliang knew that this person was proud and arrogant, and would definitely not admit defeat. He suspected that there was something fishy about the judging panel, so he did not refuse.

Facts are always the best way to prove someone wrong.

"Thank you." She took the artwork from Meng Ziliang.

This!
Upon seeing this calligraphy, all of Shen Tao's doubts vanished.

I have to admit that Chen Wei is indeed better than me. This piece of calligraphy, just like the calligraphy model he practices, is neat and tidy, without any flaws. It could even be used as teaching material.

There is no choice but to admit defeat.

Compared to the first two matches, the final match emphasized the importance of free play.

No restrictions on font or content.

This is Shen Tao's last chance to turn things around. If he loses again, he will really have no face to go back to his hometown. He remembers clearly all the boasts he made before leaving.

"Mr. Meng, may I make a request?" Chen Wei suddenly raised his hand while Shen Tao and Niu Le were still thinking about what to write.

"As long as it doesn't violate your requirements, I can try my best to satisfy you." Meng Ziliang was quite curious about what Chen Wei was planning to do.

“I need a calligraphy brush this big, a bucket of ink, and a sheet of paper big enough to cover this area,” Chen Wei gestured.

“Paper and ink are no problem, but this brush is so big…” Meng Ziliang said with some difficulty.

"If we don't have a calligraphy brush, a mop will do," Chen Wei said, lowering his expectations.

Looking at the huge white paper that took up almost a quarter of the venue, the ink bucket full of tin cans, and Chen Wei standing on it with a mop in his hand, the audience was puzzled as to what he was trying to do.
Shen Tao and Niu Le were equally preoccupied with nothing else, their eyes fixed on Chen Wei.

He pulled off quite a few strips of mop cloth, then twisted them into a rope shape, put them into the tin bucket, and dipped them in.

They begin to wield brushes and ink, or perhaps brandish knives and spears; in short, it looks quite impressive.

Drunk, I pick up my sword by lamplight; in my dreams, I hear bugles echoing through the camps. Eight hundred miles of roasted meat are distributed among my troops; fifty strings resonate with the sounds of the frontier; autumn brings a review of the troops on the battlefield.

The horse gallops swiftly like the wind, the bowstring twangs like thunder, the king accomplishes his task and the world is at peace, winning fame before and after his death, but alas, his hair turns white!

Put away the pen.

It's hard to imagine that thousands of people in the audience could remain so quiet.

The expressions on everyone's faces were as if they were all cut from the same mold: surprise, nothing but surprise.

Once you truly understand what's inside, you can't help but feel sorry for that person; it's a pity that his lofty ambitions were thwarted and that he grew old as a hero.

clap clap clap!
Shen Bingxin applauded from the bottom of her heart.

With her leading the way, the applause immediately spread from one to ten, from ten to a hundred, from a hundred to a thousand... the momentum was astonishing.

On the other hand, although Meng Jiaojiao had no interest in calligraphy, she was deeply attracted by Chen Wei's posture when he wielded the brush, like an invincible general in golden armor.

The characters were sharp and powerful, displaying an extraordinary style.

"Both contestants, there are ten minutes left," Meng Ziliang kindly reminded them.

"Ah!" Niu Lecai realized what was happening and hurriedly started writing.

boom!
Shen Tao threw his pen on the table and left through the exit in front of everyone. There was no comparison; he didn't want to stay there and make a fool of himself.

As expected, Chen Wei came in first, Niu Le second, and Shen Tao voluntarily withdrew, ranking third.

As for that calligraphy, a wealthy businessman offered three million to buy it, but Chen Wei refused.

He planned to roll it up and take it away after the ink dried.

"Brother Chen, did you write this poem yourself?" Meng Ziliang asked eagerly.

"That's right, I was the first to write it," Chen Wei replied.

"Brother Chen, you are truly amazing. If it weren't for that line about pitiful white hair, I would really suspect that you had committed suicide." Meng Ziliang sincerely admired Chen Wei's talent.

One can't help but think that if Chen Wei really becomes the Meng family's son-in-law, he can definitely push the Meng family to an even greater peak.

The more I look at it, the more I like it.

"Maybe it's because I have a vivid imagination," Chen Wei replied casually.

"Excuse me, may I interrupt for a moment?" a woman's voice sounded behind Chen Wei.

"I remember you are Shen Bingxin, the daughter of the Shen family?" Meng Ziliang wasn't quite sure either, as he hadn't seen this girl for several years.

"I have met Elder Meng."

"Then I won't disturb you two any longer." Chen Wei prepared to leave.

"Hey! Don't go." Shen Bingxin quickly called out to Chen Wei and explained her purpose, "I came to find you."

"Looking for me?" Chen Wei glanced at Shen Lang, who was hiding a dozen meters away. Could that guy be complaining to Shen Bingxin and wanting that woman to deal with him?
"Xiao Wei." Su Mengdie greeted Chen Wei proactively, sensing that the visitor was hostile.

"Sis, is something the matter?"

"It's nothing." Su Mengdie shook her head and stood to the side.

Is he Su Mengdie's younger brother?

Shen Bingxin said with some surprise.

It's clear that Su Mengdie struck up a conversation with Chen Wei to subtly reveal the nature of her relationship with him.

Even if you're not afraid of me, you still have to give face to the eldest daughter of the Su family, right?
"I'm here mainly to discuss with you about that calligraphy piece," Shen Bingxin said frankly.

"Miss Shen also wants to buy that calligraphy?" Chen Wei confirmed.

“That’s right.” Shen Bingxin nodded.

"Then I'm afraid Miss Shen will be disappointed. This calligraphy is not for sale." Chen Wei planned to keep it and take it out to look at it when he had nothing to do, even though it was a bit of a hassle.

"However, if Miss Shen also likes the other two pieces of calligraphy, we can discuss them."

"Ah!" The first person to react to Chen Wei's words was Meng Ziliang.

He had originally planned to take those two calligraphy pieces back and frame them, so he could admire and copy them whenever he had the chance.

"Then I'll take the first one, one million, how about that?"

"Sell!" Chen Wei agreed readily, as if anyone who went back on their word was a coward.

As for the other painting, it was acquired by Meng Ziliang for 100,000.

on the way back.

"Sister, there are only fourteen characters in total. You spent one million, which is more than seventy thousand per character..." Shen Lang didn't finish his sentence.

"What, you think it's not worth it?" Shen Bingxin asked.

“I admit, he is indeed very talented and his calligraphy is excellent, but selling a single character for 70,000 is a waste of money for anyone, right? That large piece of calligraphy is more like it,” Shen Lang said.

"What I bought with this million was the relationship with him as a person; the words were just a byproduct."

"Is that so?" Regardless of whether it was true or not, Shen Lang didn't dare to ask any more questions.

(End of this chapter)