Skill Replicator

"Who said that pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, I said at the beginning, this brother needs to drink if he drinks too much, and I didn't say not to drink." Wang Tao did not speak, Zhang Yiyun, who was sitting next to Lao Cao, said triumphantly. .

"I'm picking up words with you, Xiao Wang, I'm almost drinking today, and we have the opportunity to drink alone someday." Old Cao said now that he could drink it and let it go.

Seeing him say that, Wang Tao couldn't say anything, after all, he was a senior. The age is also displayed here, and he said at the moment: "Well, when I go to Yunzhou, I will ask Teacher Cao for a drink."

Old Cao smiled and said nothing.

After drinking the wine to this point, the next thing was naturally to chat. On the contrary, there was not much movement in the dish. Wang Tao looked at it a bit wasteful, and started to move.

At this time, Old Cao really admired Wang Tao. Generally speaking, people who can drink can not eat very much. He didn't expect Wang Tao's appetite to be so good.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, the real satiated food and drink, Teacher He, who had rested for more than an hour, also woke up a little bit of wine, and everyone went back to the hotel.

When he returned to the room, Zhang Yi Yunhai was a little excited. He smiled and said, "Wang Tao, you can, for the first time I saw Lao Cao take the initiative to surrender."

"I think he can still drink." Wang Tao cut him tea and said.

"Of course he can drink. This old guy has a very serious heart. It doesn't matter to you, he can't test your depth, and doesn't want to compete with you, so this is the reason to relax." Zhang Yiyun and Lao Cao have drunk together and don't know how much. Secondly, I have a thorough understanding of the old man's behavior.

"But this is indeed the first time he has let go, and you can be regarded as earning face for our Meicheng calligraphy circle." Zhang Yiyun continued.

"Do you drink like this every time?" Wang Tao asked Zhang Yiyun while sitting at the table.

"Almost, but before we were confessed by them. Today is the first victory." Zhang Yiyun nodded and said.

"That's quite interesting." Wang Tao smiled and stopped talking.

Zhang Yiyun nodded and stopped talking. It is estimated that Jiu Jin has come up a bit.

That night, Zhang Tao took Wang Tao and Zhang Yiyun to an appointment with a few seniors in Ludong's calligraphy circle for tea. These people also recognized Wang Tao's writing.

The next day, a signing ceremony was held in the conference room of the hotel and the certificate was issued. The TV station also came to interview reporters.

Wang Tao simply said his own feelings, nothing more than being flattered, and wanting to make persistent efforts.

Zhang Yiyun's condition today is not very good, and his energy is a little sluggish. Last night, he tossed into the middle of the night. Wang Tao can't help but shook his head. If you can't drink, don't drink it. You want face in front of you, but why should you suffer in the future?

But then I thought about it again. People are almost like this. They want to save face in front of others, but they don't see the suffering.

At noon, we had dinner in the hotel. At this time, few people drank too much wine. Everyone mainly talked. Drinking was just for fun.

In the evening, Wang Tao went to find a few classmates for dinner. After eating, Wang Tao received a call from Wang Yanli in the car on the way back.

"You really joined the Calligraphers Association?" Wang Yanli said with surprise and joy.

"How did you know?" Wang Tao asked strangely.

"It's all on TV, I still don't know." Wang Yanli said.

"My sister went back?" Wang Tao did not continue to talk about this topic, but asked instead.

"Let's go, I left in the morning, and I will be home after four o'clock in the afternoon. There is nothing wrong with it. You are busy, I will hang up." Wang Yanli replied, and then hung up the phone.

Wang Tao didn't expect that his father would specifically call to ask himself about this. In fact, it was equivalent to congratulating him, but he was not used to saying those things in his old life, so he called and said.

After having breakfast in the morning and saying goodbye to everyone, the Calligraphers Association sent a car to the four of them to the high-speed rail station.

"How do you feel about participating in an organized event?" Zhang Tao asked after getting on the high-speed rail.

"It's okay, I don't feel anything special." Wang Tao said.

"That's it. In fact, our association does not have any special tasks, and it can be regarded as providing a platform for everyone to get to know." Zhang Tao nodded, and then said: "By the way, I heard that there may be some changes in your joining the Writers Association. You have to be mentally prepared."

"What is there to prepare for? It's just that you can't join, and there is nothing to do." Wang Tao said with a smile.

"You really don't care?" Zhang Tao asked in surprise when he heard Wang Tao say that.

"I really don't care. Joining is nothing more than a lot of meaningless titles. To put it in a fair way, joining the Calligraphers Association, you can still sell more characters for writing. Joining the Writers Association is of little significance, and readers won't be because of you. It's from the Writers Association, so your subscription is high." Wang Tao nodded and smiled.

"What you said is not bad. Just don't care. The Writers Association is much more stubborn than our Calligraphers Association. They recognize orthodoxy, although they are all carried by the sedan chair, but they prefer traditional literature. The literati are indifferent, since ancient times. "When talking about this, Zhang Tao couldn't help showing a sarcasm.

Wang Tao smiled. It is only one aspect that the literati belittle each other, and more importantly, it is estimated to be jealous. Seeing others make money, I feel uncomfortable if I don't make money.

"If I say that this group of people can’t look away, they always feel that they are the mainstream, but how many people read traditional literature and how many people read online novels. How to say that, when the non-mainstream becomes the mainstream, the mainstream becomes the mainstream instead. Become a non-mainstream." Zhang Yiyun regained his original vigor, and said from the side.

"If you don’t have fame, your heart is still good. I was worried that you could not accept it. But yes, you write well and draw well, and you must be a person who can sink your heart. If you want to be famous, I would have participated long ago. What game has gone?" Zhang Tao said slowly.

Wang Tao laughed when he heard this. He wanted to come here with merit and fame, but in the past, his word could only be described as stinky. Is it possible to be famous?

If it weren't for the existence of a system, let alone entering the Calligraphers Association, it would not be easy to write your own name.

After an hour's drive, several people returned to Meicheng with a smile.

Outside the high-speed railway station, the car of the Municipal Calligraphers Association has already parked there.

"Will you go up and sit?" Zhang Tao asked Wang Tao after getting out of the car.

"Don't sit down, go to the company for two or three days to see." Wang Tao shook his head and said.

"That's OK, you can go back. I will tell you about future activities." Zhang Tao also knew that Wang Tao's company had just opened, and there must be a lot of things. Then he said: "When will it officially open, I will congratulate you. "

"Let's put it down, the company will definitely invite you." Wang Tao smiled, said hello to Wang Yanqi and Zhang Yiyun, and drove away.

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