The Useless Stepmom Brings Her Kids to Reality TV Shows to Photograph Them

   Chapter 404 404. Are you considering selling?

   "You write." Tao Jingyuan made room for her husband.

  Zheng Kuo shook his head straightly: "It's better for you to come. When you write a contract, your words are beautiful. The only place I usually use a pen is to sign. My words can't see the light."

  Feifei stood between his parents and put his hands on his hips: "Mom and Dad, you are not brave at all. Either you write down the words and I will draw them."

   Seeing that her son was going to play, Tao Jingyuan clenched her pen: "I'll do it."

  Li's house.

  Lin Wan could not wait to shout: Wuhu! When the live broadcast room is open and she always shows herself with a dignified image, she can't be so unrestrained.

  Li Yanchen not only writes beautifully, but also writes several fonts, running script, regular script, and official script.

  The neatly cut red paper was quickly written.

  Li Zexuan and Li Zexin each took a pair of couplets and showed them to the camera.

  【My God, is Boss Li so good? 】

  【Boss Li can't be a calligrapher, right?】

  【It is possible, the word is not bad】

  【Several fonts, all written so beautifully】

  Lin Wan immediately decided that all the couplets in the Lin family's old house should be handed over to Li Yanchen this year. No, not only to write them, but also to send Li Yanchen's written words to be printed and then sold.

   Such a beautiful character, we should all appreciate it together.

   "Boss Li, are you considering selling it?" Lin Wan asked.

  Li Yanchen: ? ? ?

   "Write a few more pictures and find a printing house to print them out. Of course, you have to go the pure manual route. I rented a booth at the New Year's Festival, and you wrote and sold them on the spot."

  Three Stepsons:…

  Li Yanchen: "I don't sell it."

   "Can't you see me off?"

  Li Yanchen: ? ? ?

"Dad, we have a charity sale at the end of the school term. You wrote and I'll sell it for you. One dollar a piece..." Li Zekai suddenly remembered the flea market at the end of every term in the school. In previous years, he would sell his toys at bargain prices. Now there are couplets written by my father. Everyone can use them during the Spring Festival. If you take them, you can keep your toys.

  【One dollar a piece, hahahaha, I want, how much I want]

   [Kakai, you can sell it outside, I'll give you two dollars]

  【Boss Li's heart: Is my calligraphy so worthless? I used this hand to sign a contract worth hundreds of millions of dollars. The words he wrote are only worth one dollar? 】

  【Really beautiful】

  【I want it, I can give ten dollars】

  …

   "Look at the barrage, everyone likes it." Lin Wan raised his eyebrows slightly.

   "I remember, I'm going to see if Lao Xiao needs help, you live at home." Li Yanchen found a reason.

   [Boss Li, don't run away, there is Xiao Xiao in the magician's house, and his words are comparable to yours]

  【Let's go to Dudu's house, Dudu and Solvay need help urgently】

  【I also came to call Boss Li】

   Dudu Home.

Solvay cut the paper into a stack of long strips. He searched for a few couplets on his mobile phone, wrote them on the paper first, then measured the length and width of the cut red paper with a ruler, and calculated each couplet. the height of the word.

   Then I researched the ink, and the movements were very professional.

   calligraphy, he has seen others write it, what's so difficult about it.

   But after he held the pen, he found that his hand kept shaking.

   "Dad, what's wrong with your hand?" Dudu was lying on the table, waiting to see his father's masterpiece.

   A few minutes ago, when they received the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, Dudu asked if Dad could write? Solvay replied confidently: Of course.

The    brush is not as easy to control as a normal signature pen. He obviously tried very hard to control the strength of his wrist, but the more he tried to grasp it, the more his hand trembled.

   "Dad, let me see what they wrote."

   Before Solvay nodded in agreement, Dudu had already run out.

  The man spread out a piece of scrap paper and prepared to practice first.

   wrote ten characters in a row, each of which was crooked and swam like a snake.

   This level, stick it on the door, you will be laughed to death.

   He put down the pen and raised his cheeks to think: Isn't it easy to write?

  Dudu met Li Yanchen on the way, and after some inquiries, he knew that Li Yanchen had written the couplet, so he took him home.

   "Dad, I brought Uncle Li here. Uncle Li's house is finished." Dudu said happily.

  Solvay looked at Li Yanchen in disbelief: "You will?"

   "The director said to try to write it himself." Li Yanchen put his hands in his pockets.

  Solvay knew, but his word...

   "Look at what I wrote?" He put the words he practiced in front of Li Yanchen.

   Li Yanchen took a deep breath.

  【President Su, is this handwritten? I suspect that cockroaches crawled out with ink.]

   [But Mr. Su said he could write, and said it was very simple]

  【I thought it was easy before I wrote the calligraphy. I thought to myself, didn’t I just replace the small pen with the big one? But when I actually wrote it, I found it was completely different]

   [This word, don't post it, the master will protest when he comes back]

  【Let Boss Li save you, Boss Li wrote well】

   "You said, can I just stick it on the door frame like this?" Solvay asked.

  Li Yanchen took one hand out of his pocket, and he touched the tip of his tall nose: "You can stick a few corners, so it's easier to pull it off."

   "You still let me write?"

   "The rules set by the director..."

  Solvay immediately opened a video for the director, and put the words he practiced on the camera: "Director, is this okay?"

  Director:…

   "You mean it's not good, can I ask someone to do me a favor? Something as meaningful as the main couplet can't be destroyed by me."

   "Yes." The director said with a glance.

   "The director agreed, so please ask Boss Li, wait, are you really okay?" Sol Wei was still a little unsure.

   "Will you know if you can write a few words?"

  【Confident Boss Li】

  【The director is speechless】

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  【My daughter is a soft pen, to be honest, it is really difficult to control the pen】

  【Yes, the brush needs balance in many aspects, and it also needs to control the strength】

  Li Yanchen swung his pen, and several couplets were quickly completed.

  Solvay was stunned.

  Dudu admired the couplet from a different angle: "Uncle Li, your words are better than our Chinese teacher."

   "Boss Li, you still have this hand, like it." Su Wei followed with a thumbs up.

  Li's family, Lin Wan went to a book to search for the production process of glutinous rice glue.

   After everything was ready, she called Li Yanchen.

   The man who was chatting with Solvay went home for the first time.

   Five people in the yard were sitting in front of the camera, waiting for the program team to test while live broadcasting.

   Doudou's house.

   When Li Meng was in school, he liked Chinese class the most, whether it was composition or calligraphy in Chinese. Although they didn’t have a grade test at that time, Li Meng insisted on practicing calligraphy for more than ten years, whether it was a hard pen or a soft pen.

   Writing couplets is completely trivial to Li Meng. Pei Lingfeng knows his wife's strengths and takes his daughter to appreciate it.

  【Writer Li is also a master, this stance seems to have been practiced】

  【For sure, Coach Pei and Doudou are standing by, which means they are very confident in Mengmeng】

  【Why are my words so ugly, so ashamed】

   (end of this chapter)