The straight man of steel in the entertainment industry

With roars and coquettish shaking of his body, Zhou Sheng's words were finally finished.

Everyone was dumbfounded when they saw it...

Because no one knew what Zhou Sheng wrote.

There are only ink marks drawn by the brush on the paper, and they don’t pay attention to the layout and method at all, and they don’t care about the dripping ink. Even the most imaginative people in the world can imagine it. word or words.

The audience was silent, emotional Zhou Sheng must be really drunk!

This is hilarious, bro!

Haha, what is this man's name, I remember him!

Niu, with this voice, I don’t know how it will be when I sing, but it’s not a big problem to shout mic!

Seeing the "words" written by him, I suspect that I have never read a book!

Why doesn't this brother act in comedies? I think it's very interesting.

I understand why it's called Houshu, but it's a bit exhausting!

It is suggested to send this brother some golden throat lozenges to express our respect.

I would like to call you the strongest calligraphy!

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Xu Taiyue on the stage was also a little embarrassed, and he was stunned for a while before he could think of words.

"That...Director Zhou, is this your newly created Houshu?"

Zhou Sheng looked at his work and nodded in satisfaction.

Xu Taiyue asked curiously, "Can you tell me what is written?"

Zhou Sheng said with a profound look, "What is written is not a word, but a spirit, an innovative spirit. I am here today to bring this spirit to everyone. We literary and art creators should not stick to the form, but be brave. Innovation."

After Zhou Sheng finished speaking, many people suddenly realized that they applauded.

This is the so-called entertaining, right?

High, it is high!

Anyway, finally found a way to go down, Xu Taiyue hurriedly said, "Director Zhou is indeed a pioneer of innovation, let's give Director Zhou some applause!"

Now everyone applauded for face.

After the applause stopped, Xu Taiyue set his eyes on the last Shao Yan.

"Today I heard that Master Shao is also painting on site, isn't it?"

Shao Yan said, "Director Zhou has shown his unique skills. I have to show my skills. When it comes to innovation, I am not far behind. My painting today is really innovative. You know, I lived in three houses last year. Yue's hospital is facing the syringe every day. Hey, I still miss it a little after I got out of the hospital. I just want to use it in my creation. Today I also use the syringe for the first time to paint on the spot. Don't laugh, everyone."

Now when everyone heard this, they applauded one after another. Roaring the book had already opened their eyes. They had never heard of painting with a syringe, so they naturally wanted to see what Shao Yan could create.

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Chapter 350 The little ghost is very windy, and there are bastards in the water

Shao Yan took a step forward under everyone's expectant eyes, and said, "Remove the table, and find some waiters to set up paper for me."

After Shao Yan finished speaking, several people came up to the stage and moved down the desks. After a while, seven or eight waitresses came up and stood in a row.

Shao Yan asked someone to bring up rice paper more than six meters long, and asked the waiters to stand up straight with both hands, and then asked someone to bring four syringes. The syringes were of different thicknesses, thinner and shorter, but most of them were filled with needles. Ink, all without needles.

Seeing Shao Yan's unbelievable behavior, everyone at the scene looked dumbfounded. Shao Yan's demeanor at the moment was a bit like a village veterinarian giving injections to pigs.

"Master Shao Yan is truly generous."

“The lineup is really big”

"Today is going to open your eyes."

"It's very difficult to draw with this needle, it's not as easy to control as a brush."

"Otherwise, how can I show my level!"

"Well, enjoy it."

On the stage, Xu Taiyue said: "Master Shao, are you ready?"

Shao Yan nodded calmly with the syringe in both hands.

"Okay, then everyone be quiet, let's watch Master Shao's performance!"

The people on the stage spread out, leaving a large space for Shao Yan.

Everyone held their breath and looked at Shao Yan, wondering what Shao Yan was going to paint.

I saw Shao Yan close his eyes, and slowly lift the syringe from his waist to his chest with both hands, a bit like a Tai Chi posture.

Suddenly, Shao Yan opened his eyes, pointed the needle barrel at the paper with both hands, and began to exert force.

Black ink splashed onto the white paper, and some ink trickled down.

Shao Yan let go of his hand and took a look, seeming quite satisfied.

The waitresses on the stage couldn't help taking a sneak peek, and a few waiters couldn't help but hold back their laughter.

Shao Yan put all his heart into the creation, he didn't seem to pay attention to others at all, he raised his foot and walked forward a few steps, but his footsteps were not normal, like those people walking in Beijing opera.

His hands turned around halfway like grinding, and then when everyone was confused, Shao Yan suddenly raised his feet and rushed forward.

Shao Yan rushed to the finish line, and all the ink in the syringes in his hand was dripped out.

On that long piece of rice paper, there were ink stains all over it, but there was no sense of beauty at all.

There are indeed some masters of painting who like to turn decay into magic. First, they mess around on paper, and then start to correct it, and often they can draw good paintings.

This method is not only full of unknowns, but also demonstrates one's own level, which is liked by many painters.

The people present knew a little bit about it. They all felt that Shao Yan was a foreplay, and they would definitely make corrections and supplements later. Maybe the scene they saw now would become extremely shocking after a while.

Everyone opened their eyes wide, wanting to see what Shao Yan would do next, but Shao Yan put down the syringe, inspected it, then nodded and said, "That's right, that's it."

The audience was silent, and after two seconds, one of the waiters laughed.

Shao Yan glanced at the waitress and said with a smile, "Little girl, do you think this painting is rubbish?"