The conference room was silent all of a sudden, and after two or three minutes, a young Japanese calligrapher burst out laughing, beckoned the interpreter to him, and after muttering in Japanese, motioned for the other party to translate.

The translator was a Japanese student found by the Japanese calligrapher himself, and he said in a mouthful of Chinese: "Mr. Yuji Sekiguchi said that I thought that Mr. Lin would invite Ma Tao and Zhu Wenyuan, the leading figures in the young generation in the Chinese calligraphy world, and I was looking forward to a dragon fight." Unexpectedly, what you found was actually a nameless junior who had never heard of it. This kind of person is not qualified to exchange and compete with our young calligraphers, and by doing so, you are insulting our young calligraphers!"

Lin Liangzhe snorted coldly: "Aren't you scared? Besides, Mr. Yuji Sekiguchi, I want to correct you." Zhao Yuan is not an unknown junior in the calligraphy world. His name is very big, and he can scare you to death if he says it!"

Yuji Sekiguchi didn't believe Lin Liangzhe's words at all, in his opinion, Lin Liangzhe was just a dead duck with a hard mouth.

He sneered and said: "In the calligraphy world, I know anyone who is a little famous, but I really haven't heard of this kid, and he can still scare me? Hehe, what are you kidding, who do you think he is?

Hearing this, all the people present who had seen Zhao Yuan's calligraphy skills all had strange smiles on their faces.

Because they all know that Zhao Yuan is really called the god of calligraphy by many people because of the few characters he wrote before! It's just that people don't know that those peerless and beautiful characters were written by him.

Yuji Sekiguchi didn't notice the strange expressions of Yan Heyun and the others, and he and the young Japanese calligraphers present were laughing loudly at Lin Liangzhe and Zhao Yuan. Even Kawaguchi Koichi and Yoshihiko Sato, two great masters of Japanese calligraphy, are shaking their heads.

Yoshihiko Sato motioned to the young Japanese calligraphers to be quiet, and then said, "Mr. Hayashi, you better change someone." I have seen this character written by Zhao Yuan, which is not bad among ordinary people, but it is far from qualified to perform on this occasion!"

Lin Liangzhe was stunned: "Have you seen Zhao Yuan's words?"

Yoshihiko Sato bowed slightly, with a look of face that I read his words, which gave him face.

Lin Liangzhe frowned and asked, "Do you think that his calligraphy is only good among ordinary people, and he is not worthy of communicating and competing with young Japanese calligraphers?"

"That's right!" said Yoshihiko Sato, "he's still far away!"

Lin Liangzhe stared at him carefully for a while, and asked seriously, "Are you blind?"

Yoshihiko Sato was stunned for a moment, and then said with a blue face: "This is the quality of your Chinese......?

Lin Liangzhe sneered: "You misunderstood, I didn't speak ill of each other, I was just explaining a fact." said that Zhao Yuan's words were far behind...... You're either blind or have a broken brain!"

"You ......" Yoshihiko Sato was furious, "Okay, since you have to be embarrassed, then I will fulfill you and that kid named Zhao Yuan! ”

Yuji Sekiguchi didn't want to take on this errand, because he thought that it was a very cheap thing to test calligraphy with an unknown junior, but Yoshihiko Sato had a very high status and prestige in the Japanese calligraphy world, and he couldn't and didn't dare to refuse the task assigned by the other party, so he could only bow and respond: "Yes!"

In his heart, he slandered: "The hateful old thing, my own disciples don't send me, but let me go out." No matter how beautiful I win this competition, it will be a shameful thing......"

At this moment, he didn't think he would lose, nor did he think how good Zhao Yuan's calligraphy skills were.

Yuji Sekiguchi waved at Zhao Yuan and said, "Boy, come here, let me show you what calligraphy is." Don't think that if you can write two words, you can write calligraphy, that's stupid and ridiculous!"

After listening to the translator's relay, Zhao Yuan smiled, but was not angry, and walked to Yuji Sekiguchi and stood still. On the table in front of them, there was a pen, ink, paper, inkstone, and a cursive script that had just been written.

"I just wrote this letter, you read it carefully. Yuji Sekiguchi pointed to this cursive and said, the subtext is to say: Boy, look at it carefully, my handwriting is so good, how can you compare?

Zhao Yuan looked at the painting obediently, and immediately pouted and shook his head.

Yuji Sekiguchi's expression froze instantly: "What do you mean by this?"

Zhao Yuan looked up at him and spit out two words: "Too bad!"

"What did you say?"

Yuji Sekiguchi almost didn't blow up his lungs, his cursive writing is well-known in the Japanese calligraphy world, and he is even known as the first person in cursive writing among the young generation. This Zhao Yuan is just a nameless junior, and he dares to say that his cursive writing is too poor...... Is there any reason for this? This kid is too arrogant, isn't he? Hmm...... Wait, maybe this kid can't read cursive at all, so he says my handwriting is too bad.

He snorted coldly and sneered: "Do you know cursive? You say that my handwriting is too bad, then you can tell me where it is bad!"

Zhao Yuan replied seriously: "Your character has no form and no god, although it is messy but not beautiful, it is not unrestrained enough and elegant, it is urgent and not smooth, it is not worthy of being called cursive at all, it should be called messy calligraphy!"

Yuji Sekiguchi opened his mouth wide, and he was about to reprimand Zhao Yuan for talking nonsense. But Zhao Yuan didn't give him this opportunity, and after finishing his evaluation, he reached out and picked up the brush, started the borrowing technique, and borrowed the calligraphy skills left by Wu Peng from the miscellaneous column of the information leaf.

At this moment, he is the god of calligraphy!

Dip in ink, wave, pen, and the words become ......

On the good rice paper, two words were immediately written.

When Yuji Sekiguchi saw these two words, he couldn't say anything when he came to the rebuke on his lips.

Because these two words are so wonderful and beautiful, and every stroke represents the highest level of cursive writing!

It's also cursive, but after reading the two words written by Zhao Yuan, and then looking at the words he wrote, Yuji Sekiguchi felt for the first time that his handwriting was so ugly and so bad!

It's just that these two words written by Zhao Yuan made him feel a little awkward.

"Do you know these two words?" Zhao Yuan didn't put down his pen, just turned his head and asked.

"Acquaintance, too bad. Yuji Sekiguchi replied. Japanese calligraphers may not know Chinese, but they all know kanji.

Zhao Yuan sneered: "I wrote these two words to you...... You, too bad!"

(End of chapter)