President Ji looked at the copybook and frowned.

This calligraphy was written by Qin Cheng.

He looked in the direction of Qin Cheng and found that Qin Cheng had already walked out of the gate.

So, President Ji asked tentatively: "May I ask Master Wei, is there anything wrong with this copybook?"

Wei Shun exclaimed with a look on his face: "Not only is the font of this copybook perfect, but the expression is also one of a kind!"

He looked at the copybook with affection and continued: "Just a few words can make people feel murderous and full of anger! Looking at this calligraphy, I seem to see corpses scattered all over the field, like a battlefield."

Such a high evaluation immediately made everyone look at each other.

Elder Jihui's face turned red even more. He gritted his teeth and said bravely, "I am not very talented in replying to what Master Wei said. This copybook was made by me."

"Did it come from your hand?" Wei Shun was stunned. He looked at President Ji in surprise and whispered, "I thought this copybook was written by a general! Could it be that you were a soldier when you were young?"

"This..." Chairman Ji looked embarrassed and said shamelessly: "That's not true. I'm just more interested in works in this area."

"No wonder." Wei Shun nodded slightly.

Later, Wei Shun grabbed President Ji's arm and said, "President Ji, I never thought that a small Bincheng could have a talent like you! This copybook will definitely shock the entire calligraphy world!"

"Master Wei is overly praised," President Ji said, pretending to be humble.

"That's it." Wei Shun continued, "Tomorrow I will invite all the seniors in the calligraphy field to come to Bincheng, and then I will use this president to exhibit your works! Talents like yours must not be buried!"

President Ji was overjoyed and nodded hurriedly: "Thank you, President Ji!"

The people in the association couldn't help but look at each other, with bursts of contempt in their hearts, but they didn't say anything.

After Wei Shun left, this group of people gathered around and said, "President Ji, this calligraphy was clearly written by Qin Cheng, how did it become yours?"

"That's right. Aren't you afraid of being discovered by Master Wei Shun?"

"Tsk, tsk, it's not okay for you to earn all this good thing."

President Ji coughed and said, "Don't worry, the benefits will be yours when the time comes. If I become prosperous, how can I forget you all?"

Everyone then nodded and said, "We can feel relieved now that President Ji has said this. However, President Ji must keep his word. Otherwise, if we don't protect everything, whoever will tell us will be exposed."

President Ji frowned and said, "I know, how could I forget you old brothers?"

After sending these people away, President Ji hurried back home.

He sharpened the ink in the study room, picked up the pen and began to practice hard.

He tried to imitate Qin Cheng's posture, and even read a lot of military books for this purpose, just to find the posture that Wei Shun said.

On the other side, Qin Cheng didn't care about this matter at all.

"Brother Qin Cheng, can I stay at your place in the future?" Xu Xiaojing asked, blinking during the journey.

Qin Cheng was silent for a moment, then shook his head and said, "No, if you like it, I can buy you another apartment."

"Ah, that's no need." Xu Xiaojing waved her hands repeatedly.

The reason why he refused was because Qin Cheng was afraid that something would happen to Xu Xiaojing.

"I'll take you back. It's getting late." Qin Cheng said with a smile.

"Okay." Xu Xiaojing nodded and agreed.

Xu Xiaojing lives in a shantytown, which is extremely dirty and messy, both in terms of security and livelihood.

Qin Cheng frowned and said, "You live here?"

"Yes." Xu Xiaojing smiled, "I quite like it here."

Qin Cheng sighed slightly in his heart. After Xu Xiaojing got off the car, Qin Cheng called Jin Hu.

"Mr. Qin, why did you call me suddenly?" Jin Hu said on the phone with some panic.

Qin Cheng said: "Prepare an apartment for me. It's best if you can move in with just one bag. It doesn't need to be too big. But the environment must be quiet and safe."

Jin Hu quickly said: "Okay, no problem, Mr. Qin, when do you need it?"

"Tomorrow." Qin Cheng said.

After saying that, he directly disconnected the phone.

Early the next morning, a large group of people came to the museum in Bencheng City.

Almost all of these people are well-known seniors in the calligraphy world. Because of their fame, they have attracted a lot of media.

"Old Wei, are you kidding me? How can you write such a masterpiece in Bincheng?" A big shot in the calligraphy world next to Wei Shun said with suspicion.

"Yes, Lao Wei, Bincheng has been unknown in the calligraphy world for so many years."

Wei Shun stroked his beard and smiled and said: "To be honest, I didn't believe it until I saw it with my own eyes! Don't worry, if it's not a real masterpiece, how could I dare to disturb you?"

After saying that, Wei Shun burst into laughter.

Soon, these people walked to the exhibition hall.

The copybook in the center of the exhibition hall has been replaced with the one written by Qin Cheng, which looks very conspicuous.

"That's it." Wei Shun pointed at the copybook, stroked his beard and laughed.

The eyes of these big names lit up and they hurriedly gathered around. The media behind them also hurriedly zoomed in and recorded the calligraphy in detail.

"Oh my god, I can't believe this copybook is from Bincheng!"

"If there is no signature, even if you say it is calligraphy, I will believe it!"

"The quality of this copybook is no less than those of the others here!"

Such a high evaluation made President Ji smile even more proudly.

"Haha, how about it, brothers, I didn't lie to you, did I?" Wei Shun smiled proudly, "This copybook is really amazing!"

"Old Wei, whose hand did this copybook come from?" someone asked.

Wei Shun pointed at President Ji and said, "That's the president of our Bincheng Calligraphy Association, President Ji!"

Everyone seemed to be looking at President Ji with a hint of suspicion in their eyes.

"Old brother, was this copybook really written by you?" someone asked.

President Ji said shamelessly: "That's natural. And I did it impromptu!"

The media hurriedly pointed the camera at Chairman Ji's face and carefully described his posture and expression.

"President Ji is really a calligraphy genius!" People present couldn't help but sigh.

"Yes, tomorrow I will introduce you to the Kyoto Calligraphy Association. Talents like you must not be buried!"

President Ji became more and more delighted as he listened, and the smile on his face was like a twisted bun skin.

"President Ji, I wonder if you can write one for us on the spot? Let us witness President Ji's creation with our own eyes!"

"Yes, it's an honor for us to see it with our own eyes!"

"This..." President Ji suddenly had a problem.
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