Rich daughter?It turned out to be a fake celebrity

Chapter 157 Do You Dare to Accept the Challenge
Lin Xian walked to Zong Yang's side and looked at him mockingly.

"What kind of shit is written here, it's worse than shit."

After swiping ", Zong Yang's face turned livid, and it was the first time someone commented on him like this.

"Why do you say that?"

"Then why do you call my girlfriend?"

"You... her writing is not good, it's not calligraphy at all."

"Hehe, that's all you have to write, and tell me about my calligraphy. Are you the one who distributes the keys on the overpass?"

"What do you mean?"

"Are you worthy?"

Lin Xian's kindness made Zong Yang's neck turn red, as if he had punched cotton.

Powerless.

Zong Luo was a little dissatisfied at this time, his grandson taught calligraphy by himself, and if he was not worthy, it meant that he was not worthy either.

Also, to say that Zong Yang's writing is inferior, isn't that a slap in the face?
Zong Yang's words are a little too much, but your words are even more so.

It doesn't matter if you slap yourself in the face, but also slaps everyone in the face.

Everyone has praised Zong Yang. If you say that, doesn't it mean that they are jealous?

blind.

You are too arrogant, and you are still in someone else's territory.

"What right do you have to say that?" Zong Yang was very unconvinced.

"Then what qualifications do you have to call my girlfriend?" Lin Xian felt that he could kill this idiot in minutes.

"I won the second level of the National Calligraphy Competition, what should I do?"

"It was thrown to you because someone else didn't want it. Don't you have any score in your heart?"

"I...you fart."

"Young man, don't breathe out fragrance, or you will be beaten."

Zong Yang is going crazy, what a strange thing this is, the way is a bit evil.

He really wanted to teach Lin Xian a lesson, but he didn't have the capital, he was a weak chicken.

Lin Xian looked at Zong Yang in embarrassment, wishing that he would rush forward if he couldn't bear it, so that he would have a legitimate reason to beat him up.

A woman who dares to bully herself, you are afraid that you will go to the bathroom with a lantern, courting death.

Seeing that the atmosphere was extremely cold, Qin Xixue went over to calm down.

After all, it's not good to tear your face apart if you have old friends.

"Forget it, let's go."

"Well, this group of people is nothing more than that, what are you pretending to be?"

Lin Xian took Qin Xixue by the hand, turned around and left, not wanting that super purple.

"Stop, I'm going to challenge you."

Zong Yang was not reconciled, his roar echoed the aspirations of everyone present.

Lin Xian's last sentence made them feel a little uncomfortable, although they said they didn't care about the juniors.

But this kid is too crazy, the crazy has no limit.

No, you have to teach yourself a lesson.

"You do not deserve."

Lin Xian didn't even turn his head, and just uttered three words.

Immediately, Zong Yang's face turned pale with anger, there was nothing he could do about it.

The others were even more upset. Why is this kid, it seems that it is impossible not to teach him a lesson.

They glanced at each other, and then appointed someone knowingly.

"Boy, I am qualified, I challenge you."

A middle-aged man in his 30s came out, the youngest of these old guys.

Lin Xian turned around and took a look, then snorted coldly.

"You don't deserve it either."

"Hey, young man, don't be too arrogant, tell me, how can you accept the challenge."

"Since you insist, it's not that I can't give you a chance, let's go together."

"hiss
Everyone gasped. This guy didn't brush his teeth in the morning, so his breath was too loud.

At any rate, they had practiced calligraphy for several years, but today they were provoked by a brat.

If it gets out, they will be ashamed.

But if they don't agree, it will be even more embarrassing, after all, they are the first to talk about the challenge.

What the hell is going on.

"I agree, I hope you won't regret it."

Zong Luo couldn't take it anymore, he didn't allow a junior to challenge their authority.

"Then who will judge?"

What Lin Xian said was a problem, and he couldn't find anyone for a while.

Suddenly, a few people came up the stairs.

"Old Zong, what are you talking about, it's so lively?"

Zong Luo saw that the judge had arrived, and it was better to come early than coincidentally.

"Lao Lin, Ouyang, Lao Xie, you are here at the right time, come here."

The three old men who came up, two men and one woman, were a bit at a loss as to what was going on.

After Zong Luo's explanation, they understood what happened.

Then they all turned their heads to look at Lin Xian, thinking that this kid is a bit of a newborn calf who is not afraid of tigers.

Although the group of people present is not the most powerful, but the level is still there.

You challenge a group of people who have practiced alone, which is a bit suspected of bragging.

But now that an agreement has been reached, it is hard for them to say anything.

"May I ask who these three are?" Lin Xian asked.

"Let me introduce, these three are masters of contemporary calligraphy, Lin Ran, Ouyang Shangshi and Xie Yu'an."

Zong Luo looked proud. What he was most proud of was getting to know these three.

Lin Xian nodded. He didn't know much about it, but he checked it on the Internet with his mobile phone, and it was indeed true.

These three are currently very influential calligraphers in the contemporary era. They have won numerous awards and are full of peaches.

"Okay, then don't ink, I have one condition, I win, you have to sell me the top quality Zihao."

"If you win, then you lose."

"I will take 1000 million as my apology."

Everyone gasped again, being overwhelmed by Lin Xian's arrogance.That's not 1 yuan, is it?

Qin Xixue, who was watching from the side, was not surprised at all, they knew that Lin Xian was a rich man.

No wonder you have to buy the best ones, not because of their outfits, but because of their upbringing

That's it.

Zong Luo was not stupid, he immediately refused.

"The money is fine, as long as you lose, just apologize to us."

"Then you think too much, it's impossible, I won't lose." Lin Xian didn't give himself back at all.
road.

Now everyone is ready to fight, not for the sake of face, but also for that.

Since people don't want to go down the steps, let's read the libretto on a donkey and wait and see.

The three calligraphers originally thought it was a one-sided crush, but they didn't expect Lin Xian to win in terms of momentum.

Suddenly it became interesting.

Seeing that everyone had already walked to the desk, they announced the start.

I saw Zong Luo and the others grind the ink a few times, and then started to do it.

But Lin Xian didn't move like a clock, and even went to watch what others wrote.

Let everyone think that this kid is trying to steal his teacher, but this is impossible, because there is no shortcut.

Every time Lin Xian read what someone wrote, he shook his head, making it seem like he was here to judge.

The three calligraphers all thought it was funny to see him pretending.

Time passed little by little, and after ten minutes, Zong Luo and his group had finished writing.

Lin Xian also saw them one by one, oh no, there was one person who didn't.

That was Zong Yang, because he didn't think it was necessary, he was just a rookie.

—After circled, he felt that Zong Luo's writing could still be read.

But it's just something you can see, there's nothing great about it.

Seeing that Lin Xian ignored him directly, Zong Yang felt angry.

What's so great, I'll show you later.

"Little brother, what do you think of their writing?" Lin Ran asked.

Lin Xian turned around and replied casually.

"It's just normal."

As soon as these words came out, Zong Luo's gang almost wanted to flip the table, what is it like to be so-so, can they talk.

If you don’t understand, you don’t understand. Is it interesting to pretend?

"Oh...then let's take a look."

Lin Ran thinks Lin Xian is very interesting. As a woman, it is natural to like handsome guys.

Although she is old, it does not prevent her from appreciating beautiful things.

The three calligraphers walked around, some nodded and said it was not bad, and some shook their heads that it was not good.

But in general, some can still be on the stage.

"Little brother, where's your work?" Lin Ran smiled and glanced at Lin Xian.

"Oh, yes, I forgot to write my own." Lin Xian's words almost made the group opposite him vomit blood.

What do you mean you forgot? It's because you are cowardly.

Or, you can't write at all, and like your girlfriend, you are a noob.

Just as they were in a daze, Lin Xian had already written a word.

Then I put down my pen.

"Little brother, don't you want to write a few more words?" Lin Ran acted like a co-host.

"One word is enough, one more word, I'm afraid you will be proud." Lin Xian began to talk nonsense in a serious manner.

The group of people on the opposite side started to tap their sleeves, what the hell, do young people want to know why the flowers are so red?
Don't let anyone stop me, I must teach him a lesson today.

It's too crazy, it's no longer an ordinary wave.

Qin Xixue was a little flustered, she was afraid that she would be slapped in the face later.

Because she had never seen Lin Xian practicing calligraphy, even if she had, it was impossible for her to be very good.

However, she felt that Lin Xian seemed to write really well, so she didn't know if it was a rookie's illusion.

It's that feeling of a friend in need.

"Then let's take a look?"

After saying that, Lin Ran and the three calligraphers walked over.

At first glance, they were all stunned, and quickly wiped their eyes, thinking that they had misread.

But no matter how they looked at it, they felt that they were right.

They almost wanted to pick out the eyeballs and paste them on Lin Xian's handwriting.

After being stunned for a long time, the three of them glanced at each other and knew that what they saw was not a dream.

"This is Yan Zhenqing's authentic work."

"That's right, it's the real thing, it's impossible, how could it be like this."

"After more than 1000 years, it actually appeared again. It's amazing."

The exclamations of the three calligraphers made Zong Luo and his gang dumbfounded.

Do you know what you are talking about?

Yan Zhenqing's authentic handwriting, this kid's first time writing, is already a master level T?
This is not bullshit.

You are probably not an undercover agent invited by this kid.

No, it's funny.

Are you kidding me, if it is the authentic work of Yan Zhenqing, we will eat it together in the street

Still kind of hot.

"Ouyang, are you joking?" Zong Luo asked seriously.

"Old Zong, how could we make such a joke, if you don't believe me, come and see for yourself." Ouyang Shangshi was very serious.

Zong Luo also felt that it was unnecessary, not to mention that they didn't know Lin Xian at all, so why did they flatter.

Besides, it would ruin their reputation if they were exposed by others.

He walked over suspiciously and looked at the desk.

The eyeballs almost exploded, the visual impact was too strong.

It turned out...it turned out to be true.

It is really Yan Zhenqing's authentic work, this...

"clap clap"

Zong Luo felt that his old face was swollen and swollen, and it was burning hot.

No wonder people are so crazy, it turns out that they are all people at the top of the pyramid, so what's wrong with being a little crazy.

He has this qualification, but the ridiculous thing is that he thought he was pretending.

Pretend to be compared to yourself.

He looked at Lin Xian as if he was looking at an evildoer, this young man was only in his early twenties,
It's already at the level of a grand master.

This is in the mother's womb, did you start practicing calligraphy in your previous life?

Otherwise, how did such an achievement come about.

The people on the opposite side looked at Zong Luo's face turning blue and turning pale, feeling a little bad.

Slowly surrounded him, his eyes fixed on the word written by Lin Xian.

"Wo trough!"

"Wolch!!"

"Wo trough!!!"

One was more surprised than the other, as if everyone was yelling with a loudspeaker.

The sound waves are getting higher and higher, and the exclamation can make the floor tremble.

On the other side, Zong Yang's heart was ashamed, and their exclamations turned into slaps on his face one by one.

He was directly stunned, and his pride was crushed into powder in an instant.

It shattered to the ground, and when the wind blew, my heart felt cold.

In fact, not only Zong Yang, but also other people's faces were dull.

The way they looked at Lin Xian was different. They really couldn't imagine that a young man didn't brag.

How did such a perverted person grow up?

In terms of handsomeness, he crushed the audience, but he can rely on his face, why do you rely on talent.

Are you deliberately trying to grab our jobs?

—The group of people are hundreds of years old, and they lost to a young man in his early twenties.

Do you believe it?
If this news gets out, they will definitely be nailed to the pillar of shame and severely whipped by everyone in the industry.

Failed.

Confused.

Shame.

The script is not like this, whoever changes the script without notifying.

A lot of age, but also such a shame.

Everyone has a bottle of dichlorvos and forget it. What's the point of living, let's commit suicide collectively.

After being shocked for a few minutes, everyone knew that they had lost, and looked a little embarrassed.

Lin Xian.

The three calligraphers obviously did not expect that they had just come to buy brushes, but they picked up a treasure.

"Little brother, can you write a few more words, let us see again?"

In order to prove that it was not opportunistic, Lin Ran wanted to prove it clearly.

The other two also meant the same thing, looking at Lin Xian eagerly.

"Okay, I'll write a few more as if you have never seen the world."

Lin Ran:

Ouyang Shangshi:

Xie Yuan:
Everyone:

Seeing Lin Xian walking to the opposite side, they wanted to slap him with drool.

Who has never seen the world, is the salt we eat better than the road you walk?

You are a brat, please be careful when you speak.

If you are not angry, you will die.

Seeing that the atmosphere was unusual, Qin Xixue hurriedly followed.

She felt that Lin Xian was too powerful, so inconspicuous, she really wanted to pry open Lin Xian's head to see how he developed.

Why is it so powerful.

Lin Xian started to write, while Qin Xixue was grinding ink, feeling a bit like a red sleeve adding to the fragrance.

Still the same, he only wrote one character, but divided it into several pieces of paper.

He wrote about seven or eight sheets before he stopped. It was the same as the word he wrote just now, it was a word for "quiet".

(End of this chapter)