After marrying a wealthy vegetative person Chongxi[Transmigration Book]

For the next two weeks, Jin Miao followed the review plan every day, step by step under the guidance of Cheng Yi, and the simulation results improved day by day.

This morning, Jinmiao was still the only one eating breakfast in the dining room. While listening to the recording, he recalled the main points of yesterday, and did not notice when Bo Yan came to him:

"Master Miao, good morning, I wonder if you have any arrangements for this afternoon?"

"Feel sorry,"

Quickly unplugging the earphones, Jin Miao stood up and asked seriously:

"Is there a problem?"

"It's okay, just sit down."

He waved his hand. Uncle Yan had heard that Jin Miao was busy with exams recently, so he asked the servants not to disturb him, but this time it was Huo Xiaoyun's order:

"Mr. Fang and Young Master Fang who came to our house last time, do you still remember? They had a calligraphy tea party and specially invited Master and you to attend."

"Master Fang and Master Fang?"

After reminiscing for a while, Fang Junxue's face-changing expression appeared in Jinmiao's mind, and he couldn't help laughing out:

"Got it, what time do we leave? What clothes do I need to wear?"

Both of them knew that it was just polite for Yan Bo to ask him, and Huo Xiaoyun didn't intend to give him a chance to refuse.

"The clothes should be more casual. The invitation says it will start at three o'clock in the afternoon, and the location will be at the Baiyue Hotel. The master starts at the company. If you can finish dressing at two o'clock, the driver will take you there, and there will be relatively more time."

While explaining, he glanced at Jin Miao strangely. Uncle Yan naturally wouldn't ask "Have you never participated before?", and reminded politely:

"Master Miao, don't blame me for talking too much. After the grandparents of the Fang family went back last time, they were worried about the fact that they didn't win against you. This time, the other party must have come prepared. Do you need to prepare anything?"

I heard that after that time, Boss Fang recruited famous calligraphers from all walks of life with great fanfare, and spent a lot of money to collect many antique calligraphy and paintings from all over the world. Anyone with a discerning eye knows that he wants to win back a fortune for his grandson.

"Ready? There's only one morning left, what can we do?"

Doubt met Yan Bo's gaze, Jin Miao was stunned, and asked with a smile:

"Do you mean to bring someone else's copybook for preparation?"

Seeing Bo Yan silently nodding his head, Jin Miao first waved his hand to refuse, deliberately not to show his emotions too obviously, and emphasized:

"Thank you grandpa and your kindness. I appreciate it, but it's really unnecessary."

Calligraphy is meant to cultivate the mind, these people...

After finishing breakfast in a hurry, Jin Miao first told Cheng Yi that she couldn't go to class today because of something at home, and then received an unexpected message:

"Our family will come back on the [-]th of next month, the flight number is XXX, let the driver pick you up in time, don't be late."

Looking carefully at the contact person, it turned out to be Jin's father, who was scheduled to return to China in a week.

Jin Miao:? ? ?

"Our family?"

What the hell is this tone?

Selling his son to someone else's house for a month, ignoring him, and suddenly contacting him to get him to do something, he was convinced.And looking at the content, it was just for Jin Miao to arrange, and it didn't mean to let him go with him.

"Sorry, I'm busy recently and can't get away."

Talking to himself, Jin Miao simply replied a few words, pursed his lips, and added like a joke:

"I have contributed the last bit of value to the water poured out by my married son."

He remembered the latter sentence very clearly. It was what Jinfu said in front of the original owner when he forced the original owner to go to Huo's house to celebrate the wedding.

After sending it successfully, he conveniently dragged Father Jin into the blacklist, put the matter behind him in the blink of an eye, and continued to do his mock questions.

He didn't realize that Huo Xinhong, who was pretending to be asleep, listened to his complaints verbatim, and his face was terribly cold.

However, it seems that Huo Xiaoyun is a trustworthy person. Judging from the reaction, this father and this mother should have received the benefits promised by the Huo family, and Jinmiao's "task" is considered a success.

Soon in the afternoon, Jin Miao changed into a decent gray custom-made casual suit, highlighting his slender and tall figure; in addition, he was originally handsome and elegant, and the moment he opened the car door, his elegant appearance attracted a lot of attention .

"Hello grandpa."

Huo Xiaoyun's car was parked in front, and Jin Miao quickly walked to the door, bent over and stretched out her hand:

"Be careful."

"it is good."

Nodding to him expressionlessly, Huo Xiaoyun, who was wearing a Chinese tunic suit, stepped off the car slowly with his support, and said:

"Do you know what you are here for today?"

Seeing the driver bring out a frame covered with cloth from the back seat of the car, Jin Miao frowned and suppressed his displeasure:

"Understood, I won't talk nonsense."

"I don't want to see what happened last time again."

On the surface, he greeted the acquaintances present calmly, but Huo Xiaoyun signaled Jin Miao to approach, and warned in a low voice:

"You are representing the Huo family now, so don't do anything that is demeaning. I didn't want to mention it at first. You see, Xinyan and his father have the same virtues. They have been disobedient since they were young. What are they like?"

When he said this, he seemed to be a tyrant ready to execute at any time, which made Jin Miao extremely uncomfortable.

"I heard that my uncle is interested in medicine. I think it is very rare. If I were his elder, I would definitely encourage him."

The first time I heard him mention Huo Yihai, Jin Miao hesitated for a while, pretending to ask casually:

"Aren't they qualified to be your sons and grandsons if they don't follow the path you planned? They can't have their own consciousness, can they only be your tools?"

"You have to understand that in the Huo family, I am the only one who can make decisions."

Crackling the cane, Huo Xiaoyun's face was ashen, but he had to maintain a "friendly" smile:

"What I arranged was right."

Intentionally showing a bright smile to the crowd, Jin Miao imitated Huo Xiaoyun's tone and asked in a deep voice:

"Grandpa, don't you trust people?"

"You don't eat as much salt as I do. It's too early to talk about trust with someone you've only known for a month."

Sitting down on the exquisite black sandalwood chair, Huo Xiaoyun took a sharp look at Jin Miao, and the smile on his face disappeared in an instant:

"I can save this family, and I can withdraw my hand at any time."

Thinking who cares about that family, Jin Miao lowered his head and retreated behind him, pretending to be submissive:

"Grandpa said yes."

The place where the tea party was held was the senior hall on the top floor of the Baiyue Hotel. Waiters in traditional costumes shuttled through it. The people present sat together in threes and threes. When they saw Huo Xiaoyun and Jin Miao entering the venue, those who were inconvenient to come forward politely raised their glasses. .

"Thank you, everyone, come from afar, and take part in this tea party."

Fang Qinan, the host, saw that the most important "opponent" was already seated, walked quickly to the middle of the crowd, and announced with his hands:

"Today I specially invited everyone to come here because I discovered a famous treasurer and couldn't help but share it with you."

There were a lot of people present today, except for the elders and juniors of the consortium who had been friends with each other on weekdays, as well as representatives of the major calligraphy associations, Fang Qinan was trying his best to stand up.

"Please see."

Looking in the direction he pointed, the staff immediately lifted a piece of red cloth spread in the center of the field, and spread a piece of pure white rice paper about one meter wide and more than ten meters long on the special sheepskin carpet. A barrel of thick black ink.

"I invite Master Xia."

As the host announced the curtain, a man wearing a gray-blue exercise uniform and a beard half a foot long walked in from the side door. His hair was half white, his eyes were half-closed, and he walked to the edge of the rice paper without squinting. The inscrutable smile, at first glance, is quite fairy-like.

"Jun Xue came across Master Xia during his study tour in the United States. He has studied calligraphy for decades. He was originally an unborn master, but he was moved by Jun Xue's enthusiasm for calligraphy and made an exception to accept him as a student."

Glancing around the audience triumphantly, Fang Qinan raised his eyebrows and announced with confidence:

"Next, please Master Xia to open our eyes and reveal his original writing method of Xia Ji for the first time in Huaguo."

As soon as he finished speaking, "Master Xia" slowly raised his hand, just as everyone was in doubt, he suddenly bent down, raised the ink bucket beside him and poured it on his head.

Guest: =mouth=

Amidst the exclamation of the onlookers, Master Xia let out an angry roar, and a tiger landed on the rice paper, his hands and feet suddenly seemed to be sick, and he couldn't help twitching, rolling back and forth on the rice paper.

Jin Miao: What kind of sand sculpture is this? ? ?

When the pure white rice paper was smeared one piece on the left and one piece on the right, Master Xia supported it with both hands, somersaulted on the spot like a monkey, stood up, folded his palms, quietly closed his eyes, and did not move.

In the deathly silent hall, Fang Qinan's excited applause suddenly sounded:

"Look, everyone, this is Master Xia's authentic work! It is deeply shocking!"

After hearing the flattery, the people present looked at each other, but no one spoke out first, and they were all embarrassed.

"Mr. Jin, are you too shocked by Master Xia to be speechless?"

Having been secretly observing Jin Miao's reaction, Fang Junxue couldn't wait to squeeze in front, making him look like a proud goose:

"Unfortunately, he only recruited me as an apprentice, but if you sincerely ask for advice, I can give you a little guidance."

"Why do I have to learn from a sensational clown? I'm not interested in joining the circus."

Ignoring Huo Xiaoyun's hinting eyes, Jin Miao deliberately turned his head and raised his voice to ask the guests present:

"There is no uniform standard in art, but the basic skills must be invariant. Do you agree?"

Seeing that many people nodded in agreement, he strolled up to Master Xia's "Masterpiece", reached out and took the host's microphone on the table with an undeniable momentum, and said:

"As for the basic skills of calligraphy, it refers to the level of mastery of brushwork, ink, and composition skills. I am not talented, and I haven't seen the slightest bit in Mr. Xia's masterpieces."

"The frog at the bottom of the well."

Facing the face-to-face ridicule of the younger generation, Fang Qinan's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot. He stopped the furious Fang Junxue and said sarcastically:

"Master Xia is the only recipient of the United Nations Calligraphy Award!"

There was another embarrassing silence, and a voice sounded faintly from the corner of the hotel:

"As far as I know, the United Nations does not have this award."

Fang Jun went mad with anger: "Whoever said that, get out!"

"It doesn't matter who I am."

A young man dressed as a waiter walked out quickly from the corner. He looked straight at Jin Miao and asked with a half-smile:

"This gentleman, you have just analyzed it well. I wonder if you can have the honor to see your skill?"

What I was waiting for was this sentence. Jin Miao smiled slightly and rolled up her sleeves:

"Being obedient is worse than being respectful, so I'm going to make a fool of myself here."

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Jin Miao (innocent): Lao Gong, what is the United Nations Calligraphy Award?

Huo Xinhong (serious): less harmful, but no reuse value, it belongs to dry garbage