Chapter 92
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The art group leader looked at it and fell into silence. He was so shocked that he couldn't speak.
"That is, all the events, as well as the signatures of the president and vice president.
The Chinese Calligraphy Artists Association is the general association, and the Shanghai Art Association is just a local sub Association.
The president of Hucheng art association can't compare with a member of the Chinese Calligraphy Artists Association.
Those who can enter the association of Chinese calligraphy artists are all famous calligraphers and represent the peak of Chinese calligraphy.
Genius is like Lin Xi, and now he doesn't even have the qualification for examination.
Most of the older generation of calligraphers are low-key. Since its opening, the Chinese Calligraphy Artists Association has only sent ten microblogs, nine of which are forwarded.
Zhong Zhiwan is very calm, she said: "I let you, you do it? Master Wei Hou, are you ready to offend the Zhong family when you slander me
Wei Hou's face changed greatly.
Of course he knows the Zhong family.
Shanghai is one of the four big families with high status.
If it was in the past, he would not be afraid of the Zhong family, and the Zhong family would respect him.
However, he has been expelled by the Chinese Calligraphy Artists Association, and has been falsely claiming his works. Everyone has been shouting and beating for a long time.
"Master Wei Hou, don't forget that what you falsely claim is my cousin's words." Zhong Zhiwan laughed and said softly, "my grandfather dotes on my cousin very much. Do you think he will listen to your explanation when he sees you?"
"Does he believe me or you?"
Wei Hou fell his cell phone in anger.
Zhong Zhiwan looks the same, pulls Wei Hou's number black, and is preparing to leave school.
But at this time, in front of the bulletin board, the crowd suddenly clamored up
"lying trough, Ying Zijin, what's this abnormal, all the first prize?"
"Calligraphy doesn't say anything. We've seen it with our own eyes, but how can she beat the goddess of the bell in traditional Chinese painting?"
"The selection must be fair, that is, Zhong Zhiwan is not as good as Ying Zijin. What else can it be?"
"I'm a little disappointed. Isn't goddess Zhong the eldest lady of the Zhong family? Why is he not as good as a countryman in painting and calligraphy? Her title as a goddess is not true
"What nonsense?" Lu Fang, a loyal admirer of Zhong Zhiwan, retorted angrily, "painting is just entertainment. Look at Ying Zijin's total score, do you have a higher score in Zhiwan?"
"To compare her with Zhiwan is to lower the level of Zhiwan."
Lu Fang sneered again: "if the total score of her final exam next month is more than 400, I will eat dung live."
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Sketch
The art group leader looked at it and fell into silence. He was so shocked that he couldn't speak.
"That is, all the events, as well as the signatures of the president and vice president.
The Chinese Calligraphy Artists Association is the general association, and the Shanghai Art Association is just a local sub Association.
The president of Hucheng art association can't compare with a member of the Chinese Calligraphy Artists Association.
Those who can enter the association of Chinese calligraphy artists are all famous calligraphers and represent the peak of Chinese calligraphy.
Genius is like Lin Xi, and now he doesn't even have the qualification for examination.
Most of the older generation of calligraphers are low-key. Since its opening, the Chinese Calligraphy Artists Association has only sent ten microblogs, nine of which are forwarded.
Zhong Zhiwan is very calm, she said: "I let you, you do it? Master Wei Hou, are you ready to offend the Zhong family when you slander me
Wei Hou's face changed greatly.
Of course he knows the Zhong family.
Shanghai is one of the four big families with high status.
If it was in the past, he would not be afraid of the Zhong family, and the Zhong family would respect him.
However, he has been expelled by the Chinese Calligraphy Artists Association, and has been falsely claiming his works. Everyone has been shouting and beating for a long time.
"Master Wei Hou, don't forget that what you falsely claim is my cousin's words." Zhong Zhiwan laughed and said softly, "my grandfather dotes on my cousin very much. Do you think he will listen to your explanation when he sees you?"
"Does he believe me or you?"
Wei Hou fell his cell phone in anger.
Zhong Zhiwan looks the same, pulls Wei Hou's number black, and is preparing to leave school.
But at this time, in front of the bulletin board, the crowd suddenly clamored up
"lying trough, Ying Zijin, what's this abnormal, all the first prize?"
"Calligraphy doesn't say anything. We've seen it with our own eyes, but how can she beat the goddess of the bell in traditional Chinese painting?"
"The selection must be fair, that is, Zhong Zhiwan is not as good as Ying Zijin. What else can it be?"
"I'm a little disappointed. Isn't goddess Zhong the eldest lady of the Zhong family? Why is he not as good as a countryman in painting and calligraphy? Her title as a goddess is not true
"What nonsense?" Lu Fang, a loyal admirer of Zhong Zhiwan, retorted angrily, "painting is just entertainment. Look at Ying Zijin's total score, do you have a higher score in Zhiwan?"
"To compare her with Zhiwan is to lower the level of Zhiwan."
Lu Fang sneered again: "if the total score of her final exam next month is more than 400, I will eat dung live."
Sketch The art group leader looked at it and fell into silence. He was so shocked that he couldn't speak. "That is, all the events, as well as the signatures of the president and vice president. The Chinese Calligraphy Artists Association is the general association, and the Shanghai Art Association is just a local sub Association. The president of Hucheng art association can't compare with a member of the Chinese Calligraphy Artists Association. Those who can enter the association of Chinese calligraphy artists are all famous calligraphers and represent the peak of Chinese calligraphy. Genius is like Lin Xi, and now he doesn't even have the qualification for examination. Most of the older generation of calligraphers are low-key. Since its opening, the Chinese Calligraphy Artists Association has only sent ten microblogs, nine of which are forwarded. Zhong Zhiwan is very calm, she said: "I let you, you do it? Master Wei Hou, are you ready to offend the Zhong family when you slander me Wei Hou's face changed greatly. Of course he knows the Zhong family. Shanghai is one of the four big families with high status. If it was in the past, he would not be afraid of the Zhong family, and the Zhong family would respect him. However, he has been expelled by the Chinese Calligraphy Artists Association, and has been falsely claiming his works. Everyone has been shouting and beating for a long time. "Master Wei Hou, don't forget that what you falsely claim is my cousin's words." Zhong Zhiwan laughed and said softly, "my grandfather dotes on my cousin very much. Do you think he will listen to your explanation when he sees you?" "Does he believe me or you?" Wei Hou fell his cell phone in anger. Zhong Zhiwan looks the same, pulls Wei Hou's number black, and is preparing to leave school. But at this time, in front of the bulletin board, the crowd suddenly clamored up "lying trough, Ying Zijin, what's this abnormal, all the first prize?" "Calligraphy doesn't say anything. We've seen it with our own eyes, but how can she beat the goddess of the bell in traditional Chinese painting?" "The selection must be fair, that is, Zhong Zhiwan is not as good as Ying Zijin. What else can it be?" "I'm a little disappointed. Isn't goddess Zhong the eldest lady of the Zhong family? Why is he not as good as a countryman in painting and calligraphy? Her title as a goddess is not true "What nonsense?" Lu Fang, a loyal admirer of Zhong Zhiwan, retorted angrily, "painting is just entertainment. Look at Ying Zijin's total score, do you have a higher score in Zhiwan?" "To compare her with Zhiwan is to lower the level of Zhiwan." Lu Fang sneered again: "if the total score of her final exam next month is more than 400, I will eat dung live."
