Zhong Yue sat on the high-speed rail to Shanghai.

Fortunately, another ticket by the window.

It’s nice to be by the window, at least you won’t miss the scenery along the way.

Back from Lanting in Shaoxing, Zhong Yue felt more and more that even if he had obtained the brushwork system, there were still many difficulties in calligraphy. He no longer asked him to obtain some small trophys or a few award papers.

These are all empty. If calligraphy is blindfolded by these empty names, then it will stop there.

Keep your original intention and never forget your original intention.

In the carriage, everyone was spending their boring time, watching movies, watching novels, and chatting. Everyone was enjoying this time. Zhong Yue took out his phone and took advantage of the signal on the road, so he sent Ye An a text message telling him to arrive in Shanghai in two hours.

Relying on parents at home... Well, you can only rely on yourself at home now, so you naturally have to rely on friends when you go out. If you have no relatives in Shanghai and are unfamiliar with the place, it is naturally great to have Ye An’s help.

Zhong Yue was planning what he would do next. He must complete his studies, but he could not stay at such a simple point. In addition to his studies, he naturally had to go further and higher in calligraphy and painting.

Zhong Yue has no famous teachers, but he has a large group of awesome people as the most backing. Who in this world has capital like Zhong Yue?

If you are unique, you will naturally have to create a great man to show off your god.

Zhong Yue logged into Weibo and hasn't been online for a long time, and the popularity has indeed disappeared. This is great. People who like calligraphy and painting will help you answer and give some questions. As for those navy soldiers and trolls, after the popularity has disappeared, they have become silent.

"Master Zhong, how can I write good calligraphy?"

"Write with care."

The question is general, and Zhong Yue naturally answers the answers in general.

How to write good calligraphy? It's like asking how to cook, not something that can be explained clearly in just a few words.

There are many private messages. Zhong Yue skipped them directly, and some could see that they were quality questions raised by calligraphy enthusiasts. If Zhong Yue could answer them, try to answer them as much as possible.

After all, Zhang Zongcai said it well, the calligraphy situation is in danger, and every calligrapher should contribute his own strength. Zhong Yue could not preach everywhere and do something meaningful silently, which would be satisfied.

There are so many noises in this world that you can't hear it if you don't say anything amazing. Since that's the case, why bother talking more?

"It is not easy to live in Shanghai. My Wang Ge and Kaihongxuan doors are open for you."

A text message came over, and Zhong Yue raised his eyebrows, Xiao Kai Wang?

Zhong Yue always felt that someone was behind the scenes of the front page of the newspaper. Zhong Yue did not believe that Huang Mingchuan made a mistake in making mistakes, but it must be caused by some external forces.

Xiao Kai Wang wants to protect him from joining the Qing Calligraphy Association, what is he trying to do?

A series of problems are spread in front of him. If you analyze them in a way, people's hearts are separated from their belly, who knows what this Xiao Kai Wang wants to do. But no matter what, the act of directly treating him as a product without passing through Zhong Yue, which has made him very unhappy. Then, since that's the case, it's troublesome to peel off the threads, so it's better to just ignore them.

Can't afford to offend me, can't I still afford to hide?

Zhong Yue chuckled and deleted the text message.

"Is Xiao Kai Wang very amazing?"

"Little Red Man, I know who Xiao Kai Wang was attacked? Wang Xizhi's descendant, so powerful." The old man B, who heard Zhong Yue muttering, said to Zhong Yue with a complaint.

Zhong Yue smiled slightly, "Oh? That's so great."

A joke, he has seen Wang Xizhi no matter how powerful he is, he has just been named a saint of calligraphy. You are not dead yet and have already been named a king? It would be fine if he was just named a singer and a king of singers and dancers in the entertainment industry. In the cultural circle, since ancient times, there has been no first in literature. Who dares to be so arrogant?

"It's good to know. Alahu Shangning, in his thirties and forties, is as powerful as an old calligrapher in his seventies and eighties. It's amazing."

Zhong Yuefu laughed, just pretending that the old man was expanding himself.

When the train was about to arrive at the train station, Zhong Yue received a call from Ye An.

"Hey, Brother Ye."

"Xiaoyue, you have sent a driver to pick you up. The chairman has another meeting to open, so I can't get away, but the chairman said that you will invite you to eat at home for dinner, so I will take you to a private apartment first."

"Yeah, OK."

"You left the train station and came out of Area B. I have sent the driver's phone to your phone. Just contact him."

"Well, thank you Brother Ye."

Zhong Yue also understood that after all, he and Ouyang Kaishan were just a work of friendship. This time he came to Shanghai, he could not contact Ye An, but it was just a sign that the task had not been completed in the main task, which made Zhong Yue a little worried, so he called Ye An and wanted to ask about the situation.

The car is already in the suburbs of Shanghai.

Zhong Yue looked at the construction of the city's edge and did not see the so-called metropolis. From this, international metropolis are just concentrated in one area. If they leave that area, it will look ordinary.

...

The railway station connects the airport, underground shopping malls, subways, etc. This is a centralized hub transportation port that only metropolises have. On the second floor, a fat man wearing a vest and a thin man standing opposite the top of the man, drinking slowly with coffee.

"Brother Qin, what's going on? Why did the master ask us to pick up a boy from the ravine? Is this a bit of a big deal?"

"You know, no. Master naturally has his ideas. Do we need to think about it?"

The little skinny man put his hands on the railing and leaned back, "I'm really biased. Ayao and Mu Zilan have been with their master for only two years. Now they are taking over the screenwriter department of Juying Pictures, and Xiao Zhao, and he has the final say in the entire design company. We are both frustrated in Kaihongxuan, teaching those young boys, and they can't beat or scold them. If those pig brains are not reincarnated, they will be praised for me."

"Okay, let me say a few words. Master said that Kaihongxuan is our foundation."

"You believe that nonsense? How much is Kaihongxuan's annual profit? Less than 10% of Juying's! Tell me the foundation?"

Fatty Qin took a sip of the coffee in his hand and stared at the exit. The other hand held the photo, which was Zhong Yue.

"Zhong Yue, maybe this is our turnaround."

"He?" The little thin man looked at the photo, "Brother Qin, you have no brain problems, right?"

Fatty Qin took a sip of coffee, "Do you know his family background?"

"I heard from the people in the master's sect that it is from the valley."

"You should understand how Master stood out in the past. In the calligraphy circle, the descendants of King Zhong are all in Kaihongxuan. Think about it, who has the final say in the calligraphy world in Shanghai?"
Chapter completed!