The road to the richest man starting from company cleaning

Chapter 276 I Can't even Smell Shit!
When Zheng Yun said he wanted to paint, the clerk believed it and said seriously, "Sir, we are a shop of the Four Treasures of the Study, and we sell calligraphy and painting supplies. If you want to buy paint brushes, you can go to a supermarket or a hardware store."

After she finished speaking, she went to greet that "Ms. Zhao"

"Fuck, what's wrong with you, you don't look like a calligraphy lover?"

Zheng Yun thought about it, and was really depressed, thinking that his temperament would not be a cultural person.

The people he came into contact with in the past were all coolie laborers, so getting along with them was naturally very smooth.

But since he became rich, he has gradually come into contact with people from the wealthy class. These people claim to have good taste and good temperament. From the beginning, he was tired of these people's pretentiousness, and then he gradually understood them.

After all, people with different incomes have different lifestyles. If you can’t get enough to eat, how can you have the energy and strength to drink red wine and coffee every day?

But once you step into the wealthy class and stop running around for money, your thoughts and ideas will start to change at this time, and you will start to do some "tasteful" things.

Although Zheng Yun often acted rashly, he gradually felt that he was really vulgar and annoying.

He originally thought that his way of treating people was sincere and frank, but gradually he felt in his heart that he should also take care of the feelings of those "elegant" people.

When he saw the clerk treating him with such contempt, he wanted to teach him a lesson, but finally held back and went over to "Teacher Zhao" to watch the excitement.

The clerk took out a pen from under the cabinet, smiled respectfully at Mr. Zhao, and said, "Mr. Zhao, take a look at this pen. This is the unique Zihao pen of Hanmotang. Many calligraphers find it easy to use!"

Teacher Zhao took it over and looked at it, and said, "Okay, try it!"

The clerk immediately took over the brush, handed over a brush of the same type that had already been opened, and then took a piece of rice paper, spread it on the big book case, poured ink, and pressed the paperweight, like a little book boy Serving attentively.

Mr. Zhao dipped a little ink, thoughtfully, suddenly opened his eyes, put his pen on the paper, and started to write quickly.

Leaving aside how well the characters are written, his expression and demeanor are very imposing, which first attracted the audience.

Zheng Yun saw that what he wrote was big wild cursive. Although he had never learned cursive script and didn't know it, his eyesight was improving almost every second, and he could clearly see the style and strokes of the other party's writing. Out of its level.

If the full score is [-] points, and a primary school student who has never learned calligraphy can get [-] points for writing, Zheng Yun can only slap Teacher Zhao ten times.

Because although elementary school students' writing is not good-looking, it is better because they are innocent and don't hate it, but this master's writing is like fighting a war. When people read what they write, they feel that there is a huge cesspit in front of them, which is really disgusting.

Calligraphy is for people to enjoy, but Zheng Yun's rough character can't bear to read that calligraphy. Is it too much to give him ten slaps?
As soon as Mr. Zhao finished writing, the onlookers, old and young, applauded together, and almost all shouted: "Good calligraphy!"

"Whatever is fine, do you all know cursive script?"

Thinking of this, Zheng Yun couldn't bear it any longer, and asked a twelve or thirteen-year-old boy, "Do you know cursive script?"

The boy shook his head.

"Then how do you say good words?"

"I……"

The young man was left speechless by the question, and as a result, many people immediately dispersed when they saw Zheng Yun asking the young man, as if they were afraid that Zheng Yun would ask them the same question.

Zhao Jing asked Zhang Yuan in a low voice: "Is that handwritten well? I can't read it!"

"I haven't learned cursive script, and I can't understand it. Many calligraphers are afraid to write regular script and cursive script, because others can recognize the characters, and it's easy to tell whether your writing is good or not.

But cursive script is different, because there are too few people who know cursive script, and no one knows when they scribble, it's so deceiving! "

He spoke quite loudly, and Teacher Zhao heard it and raised his eyebrows with anger on his face.

At this time, a boy of [-] or [-] years old suddenly shouted: "Just write this kind of words, no matter what kind of pen you use, even using a mop will not affect your performance!"

Zheng Yun laughed out loud.

Teacher Zhao became angry immediately, and scolded the boy: "You child, what nonsense are you talking about!"

The young man didn't give in at all, and said loudly: "A few days ago, a celebrity from an island country went to our school to give a speech, and later he said that no one in China can write Chinese characters anymore, and the characters they write are crooked, and their island country is the holy land of calligraphy!

When I heard it at the time, I was very angry. Calligraphy is obviously the quintessence of our Chinese nation, but now it is ridiculed by others.

I want to refute, but I don't know how to refute, because what they said is right!Our national quintessence was ruined by these fake masters! "

One of Mr. Zhao's companions annoyed the young man, "Don't talk nonsense if you don't understand! Do you know who Mr. Zhao is? He is a member of the Provincial Calligraphy Association and a famous calligrapher!"

The boy didn't respond positively, as if venting, he said loudly: "I just listened to that speech and decided to practice calligraphy!

I was very happy today, but unexpectedly, I met a fake master as soon as I entered the door. I was ashamed to stand in the same house with a fake master! "

After he finished speaking, he quickly left the store.

"Damn it, you angry young man!" Zheng Yun laughed to himself.

Teacher Zhao was very angry at first, but when he saw the boy left, his anger gradually dissipated. In order to show a very good self-cultivation, he shook his head slightly, sighed, and said, "The children of today should really be educated!"

"Bring me this pen, let me have a look!" Zheng Yun asked the clerk for the pen Mr. Zhao used just now.

The clerk looked at him, and said after three or four seconds: "This pen costs 200 yuan each! Didn't I tell you, you can go to the supermarket or hardware store to see, if you still can't buy it, you can go to Decoration materials store."

The other party repeatedly thought that he was going to paint and write on billboards. Zheng Yunfan said: "Fuck, I am a master of calligraphy! What hardware and supermarkets are you talking about with me, take a brush, take a good brush!"

The so-called calligrapher or master is a respectful title for others. How can anyone call himself a calligrapher?
Several people present laughed out loud, including that Teacher Zhao.

Zheng Yun was already very annoyed by this surnamed Zhao. Seeing the sneer on his face, he said with a smile: "I beg you not to write in the future. After reading your handwriting, I can't even smell shit!"

The meaning of what he said was too obvious. It meant that Mr. Zhao's handwriting was too stinky. After reading those words, his nose was so smoked that he couldn't smell the excrement so pungent.

These words can be said to be the most damaging thing in the world. Teacher Zhao was so angry that he burped and his face turned livid.

Zhang Yuan laughed wildly, but was too embarrassed to speak out, almost suffocating.

Zhao Jing didn't realize it yet, she just thought it was funny, so she also smiled.

(End of this chapter)