Everyone followed Huang Mingchuan's gaze.

Zhang Shaolin looked at Zhong Yue and did not find any work cards on the chests of the two young men. "Old Huang, what's going on? It seems that these two people were not invited today."

"So young, from the Academy of Fine Arts?"

Huang Mingchuan laughed and said, "Shao Lin, your treasure in the museum was given up by this friend Zhong. Why did you forget the person?"

Director Zhang was stunned, glanced at the half of the Wei stele, and suddenly realized, "It's the descendant of Zhong Yao, right?"

“…”

To be honest, Zhong Yue only found out who Zhong Yao was after checking the information a few days ago. The originator of regular script, regardless of the southern and northern schools, is the common ancestor of calligraphy world, one is Cai Yong and the other is Zhong Yao. Zhong Yue has no achievements at the moment, but the identity of the descendants of Zhong Yao is already very popular in the calligraphy world.

A middle-aged man wearing a goat whisker raised his eyebrows, "It's too early to say that Zhong Yao's descendant is his identity. I heard that Zhong Yao's hometown is in Yuzhou. How could this descendant of Zhong Yao come to our Huizhou?"

Huang Mingchuan smiled, "Xiao Wu, if you want to say you can read and not read, this Wei stele can be interpreted in just a few words. When the Zhonghui rebelled, half of the Zhong family were killed, but two were spared. Moreover, this stone tablet has been identified by many cultural relics experts, and it is indeed a Wei stele, so Zhong Yue is a descendant of Zhong Yao, and it is impossible to be wrong."

"Then you can't just settle this half monument, right? After a thousand years, there were more than one or two families in Zhong. Besides, the half of Wei stele was grafted, it is very likely that it was robbed from tomb robbers."

In one sentence, the harmonious atmosphere suddenly became a little stiff.

"Mr. Wu, I wonder if you have any research on what you said?" Zhong Yue's smile also faded. As a junior, he didn't need anything to say in such a scene, but this Wu surnamed kept running, which was boring.

"Isn't it? Some people in society nowadays are always the descendants of whom and whom. If they don't have any real skills, they will just talk nonsense."

Huang Mingchuan smiled embarrassedly, "Okay, Zhong Yue. You have not visited this cultural center yet. Xiao Gu, take Zhong Yue to have a good time."

"To be honest, I only found out who Zhong Yao is a few days ago. This has nothing to do with me, Zhong Yue. A thousand years ago, even the descendants of Confucius, will not live like ordinary people? There is nothing to be proud of or proud of, but I don't like to hear Mr. Wu's words, tomb robbery? This has seriously slandered my Zhong's reputation, so I would like to apologize, otherwise I can sue you for defamation in court!"

Wu Zhonghe's eyes sterned, "Haha, sue me for slander? Where did the young people come from, they often go to courts. I really think that after reading books for a few years, they can walk around in society? Is Weibei amazing? Do you dare to show off your grandfather's broken characters? What era is it now? Such a regular Weibei style is all the dross abandoned by the trend. Why should you hang it in the exhibition hall?"

The venue became quiet, and a group of people from the Calligraphy Association looked at Wu Zhonghe, not knowing what to say. As a unique Chinese art, calligraphy has its own tempers, and this is not a big fuss. It’s just that in such an occasion, I don’t know how to restrain myself, and it’s always a bit bad.

Gu Qin pulled Zhong Yue's elbow and whispered: "Let's go."

Zhong Yue had learned lacquer books with Jin Nong for so long, and had already developed the kind of pride that he would rather fail than turn around, and sneered twice.

"Why? Then Mr. Wu, are you worthy of asking this question?"

The two of them faced each other's heads, and the scene became a little uncontrollable.

"Zhonghe, give me some face. Today, the Cultural Center will open. It's embarrassing for me to do this."

Wu Zhonghe glanced at Zhang Shaolin beside him and said, "There is no intention to make things difficult for Mr. Zhang, but some people are too ignorant of the importance of it. As an elderly person, I naturally have to give some advice. Is I not worthy? You go to the Academy of Fine Arts to ask if I am not worthy of my Wu Zhonghe?"

"Haha. Mr. Wu, the way of calligraphy has always been to respect the ancients. Whether it is calligraphy or stele, it is inherited and ordered. With calligraphy as the mainstream in the Qing Dynasty, there are still many calligraphy masters who have set up schools and created stele studies. In what era now, there are still people who use fashion and vision as the premise for creation. Mr. Wu, do you understand calligraphy?"

"you!"

Zhong Yue sneered, "Forget it, asking someone like you to apologize is a waste of my time, Gu Qin, let's go."

"You! Arrogant!"

Several seniors from the calligraphy association looked at each other and smiled. They didn't often communicate with each other. Calligraphy creation paid more attention to communication between people and pens and ink, so they also agreed with Zhong Yue's words. There is no saying that there is no trend or not. If you want to follow the preferences of the world, just use ballpoint pens.

"Old Zhang, look, why is this young man so arrogant? My words are supported by data. At Bird's Spring Auction, the works of domestic front-line calligraphy masters can clearly see the price trend. Nowadays, the more regular Weibei works have failed to be sold."

"Zhonghe, don't just stare at the money. When we are engaged in calligraphy creation, everyone has different opinions. When you were a graduate student in the Academy of Fine Arts, you were not learning the seal script from Sha Lao Xue, a master of stele studies. According to you, you are also out of date?"

"This... cannot be compared."

Zhang Shaolin followed a few old friends and left with a smile, "Okay, don't be so kind to you. So are you. This is a Wei stele of ancestors, and it is recorded in county annals. You are still making trouble. If you say that tomb robbers, you can't be anxious about you."

Huang Mingchuan walked and smiled, "There were also times when Wu Crazyman was eating turtles. When Sha was alive, there were still people in the Academy of Fine Arts that could suppress him. Now the calligraphy department of the Academy of Fine Arts is really the only one who can tell the story of Wu Crazyman. How about it, how about this descendant of Zhong Yao?"

One of the few old women, wearing a simple cheongsam, is the most eye-catching among the group, giving people a classical beauty. The ice jade bracelet on their wrists can also show their extraordinary identity.

"It's because of some cultural heritage, and I know that the study of calligraphy and stele can compete with Wu Crazy, without being humble or arrogant. For example, those good boys in the Academy of Fine Arts are much better."

"Haha, it's rare to see young people who can get your appreciation."

The old woman smiled slightly, "The key is to rely on her real skills. If you only have a good mouth and don't have some skills, then you won't be able to speak crosstalk?"

"Haha, the old sister hit it."

Wu Zhonghe, who was staying in the center of the exhibition hall, smashed the booth angrily, looked at the two left behind, and squinted their eyes, "My surname is Zhong, please wait for me!"

A group of security guards surrounded him with a serious expression.
Chapter completed!