True Daughter, She is the Almighty Boss

Chapter 258 A little money maker, cool and cool Mu Chenzhou [1 more]

[It's still more so-so than Yan Bao, I'm afraid that Yan Bao has already had several personal calligraphy exhibitions, right? 】

[To be honest, it is good to look good, but it is too arrogant, Yan Bao, slap her in the face! 】

Although Xiu Yan has entered the entertainment industry, she is the eldest lady of the Xiu family, and she is naturally proficient in everything about piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.

But to have a calligraphy exhibition, Xiuyan's calligraphy skills are amazing.

Especially a while ago, one of her large characters was personally sent to the International Painting and Calligraphy Exhibition by the vice president of the Huaguo Calligraphy Artists Association to participate in the competition.

Fans also know what the Chinese Calligraphy Artists Association stands for.

All the top calligraphy masters in China are in this association.

And these calligraphy masters will not accept apprentices so easily.

It is true that there is a reason for Xiujia, but Xiuyan itself is very powerful.

After watching a story about jumping off a building and amnesia, Ying Zijin was finally willing to put her eyes on Xiuyan: "It's more expensive for me to write a word."

Xiu Yan's smile converged: "What do you mean, classmate Ying?"

The conversation between the two was clearly recorded in the live broadcast room.

The barrage is full of question marks.

【? ? ? Did she know that Yan Bao was the eldest lady of the Xiu family and deliberately extorted her? 】

[Why are your words more expensive, do you know that Yan Bao can sell 200,000 words for one word? Where can you get more expensive? 】

[Yan Bao, you promise her, if she loses, she has to buy your words too! 】

Xiu Yan glanced at the barrage in the live broadcast room, thought for a moment, and smiled: "Well, whoever of us wins will buy the other party's words."

Hearing this, Ying Zijin yawned and looked lazy: "Come on then."

Xiu Yan made a phone call and asked for help to bring all her pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

"Classmate Ying, this is a website created by the Chinese Calligraphy Artists Association." Xiu Yan opened a website, "After we upload the characters we wrote, the website will evaluate the scores."

"Generally speaking, a word with a score of 90 can be sold for 500,000."

After saying that, Xiu Yan picked up the brush again: "Which one does Ying need? Wolf or sheep?"

Ying Zijin glanced at it and took one at random: "It doesn't matter."

Xiu Yan held the brush in her hand for a while, then smiled again: "Then it looks like classmate Ying is very good."

【What is great? Beginners of calligraphy also know that there are different types of brushes for different calligraphy and painting, so it doesn't matter? 】

[Have never studied calligraphy at all, originally an art student came to participate in ISC, now it seems that art is not good? 】

Xiu Yan flattened the rice paper, dipped it in the ground ink, and started writing.

She wrote in Xingkai, and there was a dashing atmosphere between the lines.

While writing, Xiu Yan glanced at the girl, and after seeing that she had written a word, she stopped writing and shook her head slightly.

After five minutes, Xiu Yan stopped writing.

After blowing out the rice paper, she took out her phone to take a picture.

Ying Zijin just wrote a word, and after writing, her attention returned to the TV.

Teng Yunmeng neatly took out her phone: "Zijin, I'll take pictures for you."

"Now, I will upload the words of the two of us to this website." Xiuyan clicked on the screen sharing to ensure that everyone in the live broadcast room could see it.

[Yan Bao’s quick biography, release the score, so that she can know who is better than who. 】

"I'll pass it on." Xiu Yan smiled to reassure the fans, "Don't worry everyone."

"Zijin." Teng Yunmeng lowered her voice, "It doesn't matter if you lose, after all, Xiuyan is also half of the Huaguo Calligraphy Artists Association, and she is really amazing."

Ying Zijin slowly stretched out: "I have won the money to invite you to dinner."

Teng Yunmeng: "???"

Because the words of the two people are passed on together, the scores are also sent out together.

Xiu Yan specially put Ying Zijin's score first.

She moved the mouse and clicked on the score column.

A big red "100" popped out, and the website also played jubilant music.

【…】

The fans in the live broadcast room were silent for a while.

This "100" was clearly fanned to their faces.

"Classmate Ying's calligraphy is really good." Xiu Yan still smiled, her expression did not change, "I'm not an art student, so I can't compare."

She clicked on her score again.

It came out as an "8".

The jubilant music also disappeared immediately, replaced by a string of bleak erhu sounds.

Teng Yunmeng let out a laugh with a "ha".

Ying Zijin pressed his head.

Shengqingtang is called an old urchin, which is really not without reason.

Websites can do the same.

Xiu Yan's fingers trembled, it was unbelievable.

If it weren't for the fact that she was still broadcasting live, she would have jumped on it.

The number "8", like a knife, stabbed her eyes brightly.

The last time she scored 80 points, she practiced for a long time, and even her teacher rarely praised her, how could it be possible to get an 8?

Xiu Yan tucked her hair behind her ears, barely stabilizing her emotions, and smiled indifferently: "The system has gone wrong, I'll upload it again."

As she spoke, she passed on her own words.

After more than ten seconds, the score came out and it was 85.

Xiu Yan breathed a sigh of relief and smiled: "This is the correct score, I will pass on Ying's words again."

She clicks upload.

The score came out soon, and it was still 100.

Xiu Yan's nails pinched the palm of his hand.

The ratio of 85 to 100 is not as ugly as the ratio of 8 to 100.

But before Xiu Yan's breath was completely relieved, the next second, her score changed.

From 85 to 8 again.

The sad erhu sounded again.

The barrage in the live broadcast room was completely silent, and the fans couldn't say a word.

Obviously, it's not that the website system is wrong, it's that the score of the repair is an "8".

In the end, the ones who broke the silence were passers-by and some black fans of Xiuyan.

[I have also used this website. Its scoring system is based on proportions. If someone writes well, the scores of others will drop accordingly. 】

[Fucking trough hahaha, so this is sister Shenyan's calligraphy is too good, directly pressing Xiuyan's score into single digits? Nope, died laughing. 】

[Understood, I got 100 points because there are only 100 points. 】

[It’s true that it’s more so-so than you. If people write it seriously, you don’t deserve to be better than Xiuyan? 】

[The big star bullies an amateur, but he didn't expect him to be a professional, so he kicked the iron plate? 】

[Where did the fans come from, the face of beating others? Is your face gone now? 】

Even if the house management kept deleting the barrage and banning it, they couldn't control it.

This live broadcast to fans turned into a group mocking scene.

The fans were even more ashamed and forgot to speak for Xiuyan.

Xiu Yan closed the computer with a snap, and her tense expression finally shattered.

"Not much, I'll charge you one million." Ying Zijin leaned on the sofa, very lazy, "The receipt code has been sent to you, remember to call the money."

Xiu Yan left with a livid face.

Her hands were shaking when she left.

Only then did Teng Yunmeng return to his senses in a trance.

Their group's face value and IQ are responsible, and they seem to be a little money maker.

**

After returning to her bedroom, Xiuyan was so angry that she smashed the inkstone.

Her chest heaved, she picked up the phone and made a call: "Hey, yes, it's me. We'll go out tomorrow. When that time comes, I'll call her up, and you can take action according to the situation."

I don't know what was said there.

Xiu Yan tutted: "Without background, she came from Shanghai City. Who can't let her disappear in the imperial capital without knowing it? Feng Hua, if you don't want it, I will contact others. I believe your brothers. would be interested.”

"Don't, don't, Miss Xiu." Hearing this, Feng Hua became anxious. "I want it. It's hard for Miss Xiu to consider me first."

"Agree in advance, I'm only responsible for leading people." Xiu Yan said lightly, "I won't take care of other things."

"Okay, just bring someone here." Feng Hua said, "I've done this kind of thing too much, and I won't implicate you, Miss Xiu. Besides, how dare I?"

Although the Feng family was considered a family with a surname in the imperial capital, compared with the Xiu family, it was simply not enough.

Not to mention that Xiu Yan sent someone here for him, Feng Hua had to do it even if he asked him for help.

He took a sip of wine, clicked on the picture Xiuyan sent him, and proudly showed off to the son next to him: "Look, isn't this girl amazing?"

"Yo, Young Master Feng, where did this come from?" A son next to him was surprised, "Which star?"

"No, no, just an ordinary person." Feng Hua waved her hand, "Miss Xiu said she sent this girl to me. When I get tired of playing, I will give it to you."

"That's a good relationship." Brother Young Master smiled, "I really want to try it, but I guess Young Master Mu will not participate in this kind of thing, right?"

He turned his head, looked at Mu Chenzhou on the other side, and teased, "We, Young Master Mu, are the ones who are about to inherit the Mu family."

However, Mu Chenzhou stared at the photo and said nothing.

Feng Hua noticed the change in Mu Chenzhou's expression and sobered up: "Mr. Mu, do you know? Yours?"

If it was someone Mu Chenzhou knew, he would not dare to touch it.

He couldn't afford to offend both the Xiu family and the Mu family.

He is greedy, but even more shy.

Mu Chenzhou took a slow breath and turned his head lightly: "I don't know, you can just play."

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