Demonic Cultivation in a Mountain Village

When the people around him heard this, they all laughed kindly.

Qiao Zhengchu also smiled slightly, but his heart began to get excited. It was finally his turn!

Qiao Zhengchu glanced at Fang Lin and said with a tone of asking for permission: "President Fang, then I will show my shame and write a word?"

Fang Lin smiled faintly and asked, "You just talked so much about Xingkai, but what kind of words are you good at?"

Qiao Zhengchu thought quickly in his mind, and then said: "To be honest, what I am best at is Zhang Cao."

Fang Lin nodded slightly and said, "Then just write a sketch and let me see it."

Gu Hansheng was also very interested when he heard that Qiao Zhengchu planned to write a chapter.

After the staff put away Ge Dachun's calligraphy, Qiao Zhengchu respectfully took over Ge Dachun's place, picked up the brush, pondered for a moment, and started writing.

Zhangcao is a type of cursive script. Compared with the cursive script that everyone often hears, it is a bit more subtle, but it also has a wanton meaning.

Qiao Zhengchu was worthy of being Ge Dachun's proud disciple, and he had learned the true story. When he wrote it down in his own hand, people around him applauded and applauded.

Especially Gu Hansheng, his eyes lit up when he saw it, and he loved this word in his heart to the extreme, and he was already determined to win.

Fang Lin watched coldly from the side, and at the same time listened to the narration of the female ghost Jin Muhui in the pen.

"Qiao Zhengchu relied on his literary talent and his handwriting to be fake and real. Over the years, he copied many famous copybooks in private.

He personally copied the fakes and then conspired with others to sell the fakes as genuine. Profit from it.

Privately, he has a nickname called 'painter'.

When I was alive, I caught him having a secret conversation with others. He smiled proudly and said to his partners that calligraphy, in his opinion, was more like painting. He can copy any work accurately, stroke by stroke. ’

The partner saw that his copying skills were indeed extremely refined, so he proposed to let him cooperate in drawing counterfeit banknotes.

Now on the market, there are hundreds of millions of counterfeit banknotes produced mainly by him.

This is also the reason why he killed me at all costs after he found out that I had broken his secret. "

Counterfeiting is a serious crime.

Hundreds of millions of counterfeit banknotes are circulating in the market, harming many people and families.

Think about it, a small restaurant owner gets up early to buy ingredients, prepares the food step by step, works hard all day without a smile, sells five or six hundred yuan, and earns two to three hundred yuan.

After a hard day's work, I suddenly found out that I had received a piece of fake money that could be mistaken for the real thing. How sad and regretful it must be.

When I took the counterfeit money to the bank, the bank staff stamped it on the spot and confiscated it. All the hard work that day was in vain.

Qiao Zhengchu had done all kinds of evil things, including counterfeiting banknotes and murdering people, but at this moment, he was standing in front of celebrities in Handong Province in an elegant manner, drawing a lot of attention.

After outlining the last stroke, Qiao Zhengchu breathed out slightly and slowly placed the brush on the pen holder aside.

A poem that is also a famous ancient poem jumped out on the page. Compared with the regular script written by his teacher Ge Dachun, the cursive writing of this poem was even more wanton and arrogant.

Just like Qiao Zhengchu, he is modest on the outside but arrogant on the inside. In his opinion, for a 'painter' like him, there are no words or paintings that cannot be written!

Give him a pen and he can write text that is exactly the same as what the computer prints!

"Okay! Okay

ah! I really like this word! "Gu Hansheng clapped his hands and praised him, feeling that his trip was worthwhile.

For him, encountering a calligraphy work he likes is happier than seeing the establishment of the Business Alliance.

Others also praised him one after another. Ge Dachun shook his head, quite proud of his disciple.

Qiao Zhengchu, however, wanted to be praised by Fang Lin the most. He asked Fang Lin with a smile: "What do you think, President Fang, of my words?"

After the words came out, Qiao Zhengchu's heart skipped a beat and his brows were slightly startled.

Because, he didn't see any look of admiration or liking on Fang Lin's face, instead, it was filled with cold disgust.

Fang Lin raised the corner of his mouth, with a hint of sarcasm, and sneered: "I see, your calligraphy lacks aura, but is full of craftsmanship."

Full of craftsmanship, this comment is heartbreaking.

For those who are engaged in literature and art, to comment on others' craftsmanship is to say that the other person is still at the stage of learning and has no innovation or spirituality at all.

Nothing has its appearance but no spirit.

Hearing what Fang Lin said, Qiao Zhengchu's face suddenly became a little ugly.

Many years ago, when he discovered that he could copy other people's copybooks to the point where they were fake and real, he was once arrogant and complacent. At that time, he met a person who gave him a comment about his craftsmanship.

That comment once made him angry, but gradually, he also figured out, what's wrong with copying?

He is now copying the copybooks of the cost, which has earned him tens of millions of assets.

And the counterfeit banknotes he participated in made brought him tens of millions in profits.

This is a unique craft!

However, because of the resistance in his heart, the word "craftsmanship" became the last thing he wanted to hear.

Hearing Fang Lin commenting on himself like this at this time, even though Fang Lin was the president of the Business Alliance and the person he planned to curry favor with, it still made him feel angry.

With a much deeper voice, Qiao Zhengchu asked: "President Fang, how did you see that I am such a skilled calligrapher?"

Fang Lin obviously didn't understand calligraphy. He was the one who explained the calligraphy structure of Xingkai to Fang Lin just now, but now Fang Lin was so craftsmanlike that it was a bit bullying.

Gu Hansheng also said with a hint of worry: "Yes, Fang Lin, your evaluation is a bit too much. You don't even know calligraphy, so you just say that Qiao Zhengchu's calligraphy is very talented.

Not only did you slap Qiao Zhengchu in the face, you also indirectly killed Mr. Ge. "

Ge Dachun stroked his beard and sneered, waved his hand and said: "It doesn't matter, President Fang has a high position and is now the number one person in the business community in Handong Province.

Don't just say that he is full of craftsmanship, he just said that the things written by my incompetent disciple are not as good as shit, and we masters and disciples deserve to suffer. "

Fang Lin snorted lightly and said, "Since Mr. Ge said so, I won't be merciful.

In fact, in my opinion, this wording is really worse than shit.

I say that the craftsmanship is very high, just to save some face for Qiao Zhengchu and prevent him from being too embarrassed.

In my opinion, it’s better to burn this piece of writing, rather than auction it and donate it to charity.

Charitable organizations also want to save face. After all, it would be a bit embarrassing to use money from auctions to do charity work. "

Everyone smacked their lips secretly, wondering why Fang Lin was so targeted suddenly, and what he said was really merciless.