mijobooks Chapter 344 Awesome!
Chapter 344 Awesome!
Among the crowd, the buyers were very satisfied with each custom calligraphy piece they wrote.
Some people are rich, so they ask for more words, a hundred or so.
The largest purchase was by an old man named Deng, who bought around 300,000 worth of items.
Some people don't have money, but they can buy a few words to show their support.
Jiang Bai also sent some words to these people, more or less.
And outside the pergola.
Those poor students who really couldn't afford the "custom-made" items weren't idle either.
This group of people became the most enthusiastic onlookers, giving the highest emotional value to each newly created piece of calligraphy.
"Holy crap, look at the way that goddess writes! That's called a suspended wrist! So professional!"
"These characters... Although I don't understand calligraphy, I feel like my soul has been cleansed just by looking at them."
"Ugh, I used to think it was okay not to have money, but now, I'm going to work hard to make money!!"
"I can't take it anymore, I have to go buy some calligraphy too! Even just one character will do!"
"Yes, one word, one thousand yuan. With Goddess Bai Zhi's reputation, it's definitely not a loss. More importantly, Goddess Bai Zhi might not write anymore in the future!"
As a result, another "thousand-yuan army" appeared in front of the stall.
Jiang Bai didn't mind at all, and after each page was finished, she would gently say, "Thank you for your kindness, seniors."
This simple "thank you" is worth a thousand.
This thousand yuan is not as much as those rich old men.
But it was these fans who gave the greatest support!
At this moment of bustling activity, where money and sweat fly together.
The Shanghai Theatre Academy in Shanghai, whose school gate was originally heavily guarded by security guards.
"Sizzle—!"
A screeching sound of brakes rang out.
A black minivan, exuding an aura of "I'm rich but I'm in a hurry," suddenly pulled up to the side of the road.
The car door was slid open.
Wearing a silk shirt and clutching the autographed photo with a heart on it tightly, Qian Duoduo was the first to jump down.
His first reaction after getting out of the car was not to look at the road, but to turn around and carefully extend his right hand.
"Mr. Wu, please take it easy, please get out of the car slowly, please don't strain your back!"
Then.
Amidst the astonished gazes of security guards and passing students.
An elderly man, dressed in a traditional Chinese jacket and holding a magnifying glass, walked down the stairs with trembling steps.
Mr. Wu!
The foremost calligrapher of running script in China!
At this moment, where was the slightest trace of the demeanor of a master?
His once cloudy old eyes were now bloodshot, and he was in a state of extreme excitement caused by over-excitement.
"Where are the words?!"
"Old Qian! You just said in the car... that girl is demonstrating her calligraphy here?!"
"Quick! Take me there!! I want to see the future successor of our running script calligraphy world!!"
Qian Duoduo was terrified: "Oh my dear Mr. Wu, don't panic, let's go right now!"
.......
Shanghai Theatre Academy, main road.
Although Old Wu lost a cloth shoe due to extreme excitement, he was now gripping the magnifying glass tightly in his right hand, his eyes blazing as he stared at the long line of people ahead.
"Old Qian, are you sure this is Jiang Baizhi's charity sale stall?"
Looking at the crowd that had completely blocked the main road, Old Wu began to question the meaning of life.
Qian Duoduo chuckled, wiping his sweat with a handkerchief as he enthusiastically introduced the product:
"Mr. Wu, you've been in a high position for too long and have become out of touch with reality!"
"Our teacher Bai Zhi is now a true goddess in the entire school and even the entire internet!"
"Even someone as wealthy as me couldn't snag a few of those blind boxes this morning."
"Look at this line! It stretches all the way from the charity sale area to the north gate of the campus. Besides Teacher Bai Zhi, who else has this kind of influence?"
Old Wu nodded, a hint of expectation in his eyes.
The two moved towards the front of the line.
Qian Duoduo was, after all, a businessman, used to "special cases being handled specially." He glanced at the endless queue and then at the sun that was almost overhead, and felt a chill run down his spine.
"Mr. Wu, if we have to wait in line, we probably won't be able to get in even after the school sports meet ends. How about... you step in?"
Old Wu demurely adjusted the collar of his traditional Chinese jacket and said calmly:
"Very well, it's an artistic exchange. I'm sure these young people will give me some face."
So, Old Wu put on airs and walked to the front of the line with extremely steady steps.
He spoke gently to a student who was sweating profusely and clutching a thousand yuan tightly in his hand:
"Young comrade, I am Wu Qingfeng from the Chinese Calligraphers Association. I have come here today because of your reputation, and I wish to discuss the art of calligraphy with my young friend Bai Zhi."
"Could you let me go first?"
The student, who was getting impatient because the people in front of him were buying too slowly, glanced sideways at Old Wu upon hearing this and snorted coldly:
"Wu Qingfeng? Never heard of him! I've only heard of Jiang Baizhi!"
"Old man, stop trying to act tough by relying on your age and putting on this clumsy 'respect for the elderly' act."
"Judging from your appearance, you must have just escaped from some mental hospital, right?"
"Get out of the way, get in line! You dare cut in line? Believe me, I'll call for help!"
Old Wu: "......."
Upon seeing this, Qian Duoduo blushed and quickly stepped forward, pulling out a thick wad of red banknotes:
"Hey kid! Don't be impulsive!"
"How about this, I'll give each of you in this row a thousand yuan, and let Old Wu have your seats, okay?"
"One thousand yuan?"
The student, as if he had heard the funniest joke, slammed the latest iPhone from his pocket onto the table and arrogantly declared:
"Do I look like someone who's short of a thousand dollars?"
"I'm the kind of person who can afford the title 'Goddess'! A mere thousand is just one character!"
"I don't want to, get out of here!"
Upon hearing this, Old Wu, who was standing nearby, was not angry at all. Instead, he burst into laughter, his eyes revealing the stubbornness of an old rascal.
"That's enough, that's enough."
"Queuing is fun too. I want to see what kind of words can make young people so crazy!"
So, two more old men joined the long line that stretched for miles.
While the two were queuing.
A third-year student, looking rather foolish, chuckled as he walked past the two holding a freshly dried sheet of Xuan paper.
Qian Duoduo's eyes sharpened:
"Hey! Wait a minute! Can we take a look at the goddess's calligraphy?"
The senior student was initially wary, but upon seeing that it was a kind-looking old man and a chubby middle-aged man, he ostentatiously unfolded the paper in his hand.
"Look, look! This was written for me by the goddess Bai Zhi herself!"
"She just smiled at me! She called me 'senior'!!"
The senior student's face was flushed, like a newlywed groom who had just received his marriage certificate.
"Let me tell you, Bai Zhi's calligraphy is absolutely the best in our time!"
Old Wu's lips twitched; he felt both annoyed and amused.
"Young people these days really dare to brag about anything."
"I've practiced running script for sixty years, am I really inferior to an eighteen-year-old girl?"
Old Wu glanced around and his gaze fell on the paper.
"This paper..."
Old Wu's professional habit kicked in; he first reached out and touched the edge of the Xuan paper, his brows furrowing slightly.
"Sixty-one cuts for raw Xuan paper?"
"The paper is rough and absorbs water unevenly. This kind of inferior paper is simply not capable of supporting the power of a master's brush."
What kind of spirit can be expressed by writing on such rotten paper?
however.
The instant his gaze shifted from the edge of the paper to its center.
Old Wu felt as if he had been struck on the forehead by a muffled thunderbolt!
On the inferior raw Xuan paper, five large black characters were written with such force that they seemed to penetrate the paper, exuding a kind of ethereal beauty amidst their vigorous strokes, even carrying a hint of the fragrance of ink!
Between the strokes, the horizontal lines are like iron cavalry charging out, and the dots are like a fleeting glimpse of a startled swan.
The most outrageous thing is that even on such rotten paper, the ink marks actually created a three-dimensional effect at the turning points, like a 3D relief, because the brushstrokes were too fast and the pressure was too steady!
"Beautiful handwriting, beautiful handwriting..."
Old Wu rubbed his eyes and leaned closer to read the contents of the five words.
Go for it! You can do it!
Old Wu: "......."
Qian Duoduo: "......."
The air fell silent for a moment.
Such profound, noble, and masterful brushwork, embodying the spirit of the Wei and Jin dynasties.
it turns out.
It is written as follows.
--Awesome?!