Seeing everyone's expectant gaze, President Ji was both excited and worried.

He dreamed that he could be on par with calligraphy masters like Wei Shun, and it finally came true today!

Although this copybook was not made by him, after practicing all night last night, President Ji was full of confidence at this moment!

"Okay!" President Ji agreed, and he walked to the table and picked up the pen.

"Everyone will record it!" Wei Shun said quickly.

All the shots were aimed at President Ji, and they also wanted to record this exciting moment!

I saw President Ji imitating Qin Cheng's appearance, spread his legs, and waved his pen, and the pen suddenly turned on the rice paper! The writing is extremely beautiful!

Everyone was staring at President Ji, and the members and reporters in the association applauded!

“This word is very beautiful!”

"I am worthy of being a master, I must save this video tape!"

"Maybe it can become an antique in the future!"

However, the expressions of Wei Shun and those calligraphy masters were different from theirs.

The more Wei Shun looked at it, his brows became tighter and the other few of his friends also had the same expression.

It took more than two hours to complete, and a copybook was finally completed.

President Ji wrote down his name on the rice paper "swish" and then said proudly: "Okay."

There was a burst of praise on the scene. After the praise, everyone's eyes fell on Wei Shun and others, and President Ji also looked at Wei Shun with some tension.

Wei Shun's face looked extremely ugly. He walked to Qin Cheng's copybook and said with a cold face: "President Ji, are you sure this copybook was written by you?"

President Ji's face changed, and he said nervously: "Yes...I wrote it."

"Did you write it?" Wei Shun frowned even more, "These two copybooks are not on the same level at all!"

"That's right." Wei Shun's old friend also nodded slightly, "The writing was just now by President Ji. Although his handwriting was beautiful, he had no charm, and there was no solemn and murderous aura contained in the words, which seemed to be written by a just-in-come."

"Yes, usually beginners focus on pursuing beautiful handwriting."

President Ji's face looked extremely ugly. He explained with a tough bullet: "Maybe... Maybe I'm in a bad state today."

"I'm not in good condition?" Wei Shun's face turned cold. "I believe that a calligrapher's performance will be different, but it is absolutely impossible to have such a big difference overnight! Mr. Ji, please tell me if this copybook was written by you!"

President Ji's face looked extremely ugly. He trembled with his lips and said, "Yes...I wrote it..."

"Dare you still dare to lie?" Wei Shun was furious. He grabbed the copybook written by President Ji and tore it to pieces.

Then, he glanced at everyone coldly and scolded: "I ask you, is this copybook written by President Ji?"

Many members of the association looked at each other, and they didn't expect Wei Shun to see through it at first glance!

"I can warn you that fraudsters will be expelled from the association, and I will hire a lawyer to investigate the matter. None of you will be able to escape!" Wei Shun scolded coldly, and after he said that, he was about to leave.

"Master Wei, wait!" Finally someone couldn't stand it anymore. An old man in Tang suit ran to Wei Shun quickly and said, "Master Wei Shun, this copybook was indeed not written by President Ji, but written by a young man yesterday."

As the saying goes, when the wall falls, everyone pushes it. As long as one person speaks, everyone stands out one after another.

"That's right, it's a young man, he seems to be named Qincheng!"

"Yes, I was scolded by President Ji yesterday, and belittled him nothing!"


Chapter completed!