The Strongest Qi Refiner

Chapter 133: I'll teach you what a real book is (2/2)

“Alas, I have said that I have several of Huang Daoran’s calligraphy posters at home and can sell you one. And why do you need to buy his again?” At this time, Fang Yu walked forward and said to Qin Yimo.

Fang Yu’s voice was not low, not only Qin Yimo, but also many people around heard it.

Cai Gao Yang father and son’s faces both changed.

Does this young man have Huang Daoran’s copybook?

How is this possible?

“Kid, do you know who Huang Daoran is? You have his copybook in your hand? What are you bragging about? There are only three originals of Huang Daoran left! How could you have it in your hand?”

“That is, bragging and not drafting! Even if there are, 100% of them are fakes, copied by posterity!”

There was a conversation around.

“This kid is just talking nonsense, I just talked to him and found out that this son doesn’t know anything about art! He has no appreciation at all.” At this time, the bald man who had talked to Fang Yu a couple of times before said loudly.

“That’s right, to describe Master Cai’s words, he would only use nice, very nice to describe them, what a laugh off my face.” Another middle-aged man also ridiculed and spoke.

“Forgive me, I really can’t think of any good adjectives. Because his words really seem to be ordinary.” Fang Yu said.

When these words came out, the crowd was shocked.

Qin Yimo even held her forehead.

Why did Fang Yu speak at this time!

What should I do now? To say such words, not only to offend Cai Gao Yang, but also to be laughed at by so many people present!

Ding Ran, who was not far behind him, also looked at Fang Yu with a surprised face.

To say that Master Cai Gao Yang’s words were mediocre in public……

Zhou Cheng walked up to Ding Ran, pointed to his head and laughed: “Xiaoran, your friend seems to have some problems here, right?”

In the field, Cai Gao Yang slightly narrowed his eyes, looked at Fang Yu and asked, “Young man, you think my words are mediocre?”

“Yes, I hope you don’t mind, I only represent my personal opinion.” Fang Yu said.

“Then whose writing do you think is good?” Cai Gao Yang asked, smiling instead of being angry.

“Huang Daoran ah, I even said I have several of his books at home……,” Fang Yu replied.

“Nonsense! Even my father can’t get Huang Shusheng’s real hand-written book, how can you have it in your hand?” Cai Zhengnan’s face was gloomy as he said.

Today was Cai Gao Yang’s personal calligraphy and painting exhibition, he didn’t expect that a rash young man like Fang Yu would appear, who dared to say that Cai Gao Yang’s words were mediocre?

It’s a big joke!

Cai Gao Yang is famous inside and outside of China, how many people want to ask him for a piece of writing but cannot?

Fang Yu was so young, how dared he speak out!

“Who’s kid he is? He doesn’t know how high and mighty the words are?”

People around pointed at Fang Yu.

“Young man, you keep saying that you have Huang Daoran’s real hand-written books in your hand, so can you show it to everyone? Huang Daoran has always been the object of my study, I know that there is indeed a gap between me and him, if you really have his real handwritten book in your hand, I really implore you to take it out and let me learn something…..” Cai Gaoyang said.

“I don’t have the hand-written with me, how can I take it out for you to appreciate?” Fang Yu raised an eyebrow and asked rhetorically.josei

There was a sneer around.

This young man, simply inexplicable!

After talking a lot, it turned out to be dry goods, not at all.

What a shit!

“Master Cai, don’t bother talking to him, this person is just looking for trouble, just have the security expel him.” Someone suggested.

Cai Gao Yang looked at Fang Yu, shook his head and said, “I know that young people nowadays are high-minded and arrogant, looking down on this and that, but this craft of calligraphy is really not something you young people can understand, it is an inheritance, it is an art, it requires a certain amount of sedimentation and accumulation of people to be able to appreciate it……”

“You just said you want to learn right? There is no need to move Huang Daoran out, I can teach you what is the real calligraphy.” Fang Yu was a little impatient and interrupted Cai Gaoyang’s preaching.