Mr. Bo, my wife has offered 100 billion to break off the engagement.

Zhan Suojie's face was filled with infinite joy and pride of victory. He picked up Wen Ning by his waist and spun him around in a circle.

Wen Ning in her arms was not shy either. She generously put her arms around Zhan Suojie's neck and kissed him on the face. There was no trace of the alienation of an adult in his forties, just like a couple in love.

"Don't get excited, this is just the beginning, wait until I win you over so brightly that she can cry and shout that she has to call me Mrs. Zhan!" Wen Ning raised Zhan Suojie's chin domineeringly.

Zhan Suojie, on the other hand, was shy and innocent, but shouted with a powerful voice, "Daughter-in-law, you are so awesome! You are so awesome!"

Bo Hannian recorded these scenes into the live broadcast without missing a beat, looking at Ye Ning with a smile.

Ye Ning just glanced at it and then withdrew her gaze.

She supports Wen Ning and Zhan Suojie being together, but that doesn't mean she wants to see this scene.

There was a barrage in the live broadcast room.

"Ahhhhhhhhh it's being shown off!"

"The God of War, Twilight Love, is such a pure little sweetheart."

"999999999"

Chu Lian's fingernails dug into the palm of his hand, and he went crazy with jealousy when he saw that she and Bao Hannian were in love.

Mo Yue glared fiercely in the direction of Wen Ning and comforted Chu Lian, "Sister Chu, don't be angry. The competition has just begun. The chess, calligraphy and painting haven't started yet. She won't be able to hold on for long."

"I doubt that she plays the piano so well, she might have had some tampering with the piano."

Suspicion flashed in Chu Lian's eyes, "Yes, that must be the case. Mr. Zhan must have been afraid that she would embarrass the Zhan family, so he gave her a guqin, and she took advantage! Otherwise, there is no way she could beat me of."

The second game begins, Go.

Wen Ning and Chu Lian were on both sides of the chess table, with Wen Ning playing the black chess piece and Chu Lian playing the white chess piece.

The black chess was played first, and Wen Ning held the black chess and played it at the intersection on one side. Not to be outdone, Chu Lian used the white chess to block the front line of the black chess.

Wen Ning calmly played the second piece, his face calm, and Chu Lian then blocked the line of the black piece.

After the anxiety subsided, Wen Ning ate Chu Lian's first son and put it aside.

Chu Lian frowned, not understanding that within only ten pieces, she couldn't understand Wen Ningbu's chess game at all. As time passed by, she bit the bullet and landed a piece.

Wen Ning yawned lazily. After the previous section passed, she surged forward like an attack on a city, eating the white pieces one by one.

Every time Chu Lian made a move, Wen Ning would take three or even five moves from the chessboard.

She looked at Wen Ning in disbelief. After she made the last move with the chess piece in her hand, Wen Ning finished all her pieces in one go.

All the white stones were on Wen Ning's side, and Chu Ning lost everything.

Her fists were clenched and clenched under her sleeves.

Why did she win again?

How could this be?

"Wen Ning, what are you trying to do? I'm a seventh-level Go player!" Chu Lian asked angrily.

"It's only the second round and you can't stand it anymore?" Wen Ning's eyes were filled with amusement, which was really boring.

Chu Lian was so angry that his face turned red and his neck turned pale, "You're talking nonsense! There's no way I can lose to you, we'll see!"

When Chu Lian turned around and left, Wen Ning said slowly, "I am not talented enough to play Go at ten levels."

Saying this is as easy as eating.

Everyone at the scene:! ! !

Ten pieces of Go!

People who know Go are exclaimed that she is a tenth-level Go player. There are only a dozen or so people in China who can play tenth-level Go! A person who is tenth level at Go must have a very high IQ, higher than ordinary people.

Chu Lian sneered, "Are you saying that your tenth level of Go is tenth level? Are you deceiving everyone as fools?"

"Then you still lost to me? Seventh level Go!" Wen Ning held his chin and lowered his head to hold back laughter.

"Go ten pieces!!! I can't even dream of it!"

"Didn't Chu Lian say it? What she said may not be the truth."

"If a seventh-dan player loses, Wen Ning must be better than her at Go. That piece just won, it's great!"

Third round.

Calligraphy Competition.

The Zhan family prepared two sets of pens, ink, paper and inkstones and stood them on both sides.

Wen Ning and Chu Lian had to complete two calligraphy works within half an hour.

After Chu Lian lost the first two games, she was bound to move back to the first city. She first selected a very difficult calligraphy work and started writing it.

But Wen Ning is still dressed in plain clothes, with a graceful figure. She stands with her hands behind her back, holding a pen and ink in her right hand, exuding a heroic spirit, and completes a calligraphy work in one go!

It was done in ten minutes.

Chu Lian's brows and heart beat uneasily, and she speeded up her writing, but she forgot that she was good at copying.

After the two of them finished writing, they put down their pens one after another. The Zhan family's servants placed the two calligraphy works in place. Many people at the scene also liked to collect calligraphy works and hide them at home.

And a man walked slowly among the crowd. His hair was white, his face was covered with wrinkles from time, and his beard was slowly hanging down. His clothes were flowing as he walked.

Someone in the crowd recognized him. This was Mr. Zhang Zhiyi, a famous calligrapher!

At the marriage recognition banquet of Mr. Zhan, there was indeed a crouching tiger, hidden dragon!

They first walked by Chu Lian's calligraphy works. His handwriting was clear, graceful, graceful and dexterous.

Mr. Zhang Zhiyi stroked his beard and then commented, "Miss Chu is very courageous. The calligraphy work she copied is really difficult. It is rare to write it like this. Your handwriting is smooth, thin, clean, graceful and agile, just like the breeze." Just average. I give you four characters, like a fragrant tree and a quiet breeze."

"But there are some places where the writing power is insufficient, and there are places where there is excess writing power, and more practice is needed."

The words were already a very high praise, and suddenly there were guests in the crowd, "Miss Chu, can you sell me your calligraphy work? I'm willing to pay a price."

Chu Lian's face was filled with joy and he couldn't help being happy. He said modestly with a straight face, "My calligraphy works are just average. If you like it, I can give it to you. If anyone else wants it, I can write for you one by one, as long as you are willing to wait for me."

"Miss Chu is indeed a lady, with a good temper and excellent character."

The praises are endless.

Zhang Zhiyi walked to Wen Ning's calligraphy work again, his brows furrowed and his face twisted into a knot, looking very confused.

Everyone in the live broadcast room was waiting to see Wen Ning's calligraphy work, "Why doesn't Calligrapher Zhang speak? Is his writing bad?"

"Chu Lian must have written better. One person cannot be perfect!"

"Finally I can see that Wen Ning can't survive, otherwise it would be too tragic."

"No matter how ugly the writing is, you still have to read it."

Wen Ning saw his troubled expression and looked hard for a long time. He walked forward and imitated his frown, "Old man, what are you thinking about here?"

Zhang Zhiyi touched his white beard and said in a heavy tone, "Little girl, can you give this calligraphy work you wrote to me for collection?"

Wen Ning laughed, "Just now, someone spent money to buy Miss Chu's calligraphy works. Are you embarrassed?"

Zhang Zhiyi then said solemnly, "This piece of calligraphy is worth a thousand dollars! I thought hard for a long time, how could you write it when you look so young? Even I am ashamed!"

Wen Ning laughed. He thought this little old man was very interesting. His stiff and serious look was a bit cute. He waved his hand and said, "Since you like it, I will reluctantly give it away. This calligraphy is average."

"You gave me this calligraphy, and I owe you a favor. If you need help, you can come to me!" He was still looking at the calligraphy work attentively, fascinated.

When everyone recovered from Chu Lian and wanted to take a look at Wen Ning's calligraphy works, Zhang Zhiyi had already quickly rolled up Wen Ning's calligraphy, leaving only one sentence, "The pen is extremely powerful, Long The leopard has changed, I am ashamed of myself, I took this calligraphy away with me!"