"A student at West Point School, Lu Feng? Chinese people? ”

Director Romain Luo was a little surprised.

West Point School recruits students from all over the world every year, but there are very few Chinese who can enter West Point School, for the simple reason that it is a country of two different cultures.

It is equivalent to the collision of two different ideas, which is still a matter after entering the school, and the probability of passing the interview assessment alone is very small.

Director Luo Manluo remembered that it had been a long time since I had seen any Chinese people pass the admission assessment.

"Yes."

Seeing that Master Luo's tone admired this Lu Feng very much, Director Luo Luo had an idea to find a time to go to the school to see what kind of young man the other party was.

Buckle up!

There was a crisp knock on the door.

"Come in."

Curator Romain Rowe shouted.

The staff walked in and saw that there were guests, and they didn't know whether to say it or not.

"What's the matter? Let's put it bluntly. Director Romain Luo said.

"The disciples of the Dupont family, the Ross family, and the Rockefeller family asked a Chinese man to leave pen and ink in the pavilion."

When Curator Luo heard that it was a disciple of the three major families, he couldn't help but be secretly surprised, there was a family behind them, and the power was huge, and he couldn't afford to offend a small curator.

They actually came forward to help a Chinese person make a request at the same time, who is this Chinese person?

"How old is this Huaxia man?"

"They're all West Point students, maybe 17 or 18 years old."

"So young?"

If it were an ordinary person, Curator Luo Luo would send it away with a casual word, but the other party had three big families as a guarantee.

Director Romain Luo decided to take a look for himself and decide.

Master Luo was also a little surprised, who would dare to leave his pen and ink in such a serious guild hall in China?

"I also want to see if I have such courage."

Director Luo Luo and the others came out together, and when Master Luo saw Lu Feng, he recognized it at a glance, and he couldn't help but show a trace of embarrassment in his eyes, he didn't expect it to be the other party.

However, Master Luo is still grateful to Lu Feng, and when he competed with Lu Feng for the first time, Lu Feng gave him face, and it was this cultivation that made him curious.

Lu Feng also recognized Master Luo, but when he saw that Master Luo didn't say anything, he didn't take the initiative to say hello.

Director Romain Luo warmly greeted Victor, David, Rosen and others, saying that he was very honored to see the three of them and praised them.

"Curator Luo Manluo, this is our boss, if you want to write braille in the guild hall, you won't be embarrassed, right?" Victor said with a smile.

Curator Luo Luo smiled and said, "The War Guild Hall, like your West Point School, acts in accordance with the rules and regulations, and if you meet the requirements, how can I be embarrassed?" ”

Curator Luo Luo is an old fritter, and his answer is not leaky, and when the time comes, even if he refuses, he will follow the regulations.

Curator Luo Luo looked at Lu Feng curiously, a very young Chinese, very handsome, but there was an incomprehensible atmosphere.

He even asked the disciples of the three major families to call him the boss?

What's the matter?

Well, it's probably a friend relationship between classmates in school, and the identity is not much stronger.

"Can you tell me why?"

Lu Feng pointed to the Chinese artworks in the exhibition area and said, "The introduction of those artworks makes me uncomfortable, and I want to leave some ink here." ”

Director Luo Luo's face sank slightly, and he had such an arrogant tone!

If you don't feel well, just leave pen and ink?

You think this is your house? Do whatever you want?

Curator Luo Manluo was suddenly dissatisfied.

As for the three major families, they can't control him here!

Director Luo Luo was about to say a random reason to send this arrogant young man away, and Master Luo next to him said, "Let him write and read." ”

Director Luo Luo showed a hint of surprise, Master Luo, what's wrong?

He had just raised his opinion on those works of art and wanted them to be removed, and now an arrogant teenager was unhappy when he saw those works of art, and he wanted to leave his pen and ink, who knows what he would write? Moreover, he is so young, how high can his calligraphy attainments be?

Director Luo Manluo has a deep study of Chinese characters, and he appreciates the brush characters written by President Wan.

Seeing Master Luo standing up to help speak, Roman Luo didn't want to lose the face of the master, so he simply sold his favor and agreed first, it's a big deal, it's time to lose the word.

In fact, the guild hall also has such an operation, and masters from all over the world will occasionally send recent works for others to visit and review, or even auction.

If the work is successfully auctioned, a portion of the commission will be charged in return.

Lu Feng and the others were taken to a study room, where the four treasures of the study room were fully prepared, and there were some Chinese history books and history books from other countries on the special shelves.

Director Romain Luo said: "There are two levels of master halls, the general master hall and the specific master hall. ”

"The ordinary master exhibition hall is the works of some new masters, who have not yet become the masters we have designated here, and their works need to pay 10,000 meters a day to display here."

"In the future, if you have the opportunity to become our designated master here, there will be no charge for the display of your works here, and if the works are auctioned, our pavilion will charge 10% of the management fee."

Lu Feng was slightly stunned, first, he didn't know that the exhibits could be sold for money here, and second, he didn't have money.

Long Xiaoyun gave him a card, but there was not much money in it at all, it was only enough for his daily living expenses, and he didn't know if Long Xiaoyun did it on purpose.

In short, a penny is difficult for a hero, and Lu Feng has no money.

10,000 meters of gold is a lot of money for Lu Feng now, and he was about to borrow some from Victor, but before he could speak, Victor took out a black card and handed it to the staff.

"10 days."

100,000 meters of gold, Victor didn't blink his eyes.

Lu Feng wrote it down, and he will definitely return it tenfold in the future.

Lu Feng stood in front of the desk, grinding ink, spreading out rice paper, holding a pen, and all that came to mind were the war items he had just seen, blue and white porcelain, jade carvings, and agate......

These precious cultural relics were originally placed in the Old Summer Palace!

The Eight-Nation Alliance, the War of Resistance during World War II...... The land of China is full of wolf smoke, and the people are in dire straits.

Thinking of veterans such as timberwolves, wild wolves, and sky wolves, they dedicated their lives to the motherland.

Thinking of his grandfather, who served the country all his life, thinking of Long Lao who never forgot the reserve teacher until he died, thinking of Luo Lao's dedication, and the white ...... before the old man

Their figures appeared in Lu Feng's mind one by one, they were the backbone of supporting Huaxia!

Suddenly, the old scalper in Lu Feng's mind raised his head and roared, shaking the sky!

His whole body was full of muscles and bones......

Is this the third form of the old scalper?