Chapter 255 253. Flick your clothes and hide your name! The first line script, the first cursive script!
this moment!
I don’t know how many people lost their composure standing in front of the TV.
I don’t know how many people looked at that line of verse, which inspired the dream of a knight in their hearts to walk the world with a sword!
I don’t know how many people shouted excitedly to vent their excitement!
Among the TV screens...
Wang Cheng's whole body exuded an incomparably sharp aura again, as if his whole body had turned into an unsheathed sword.
Then, the momentum of the whole body is condensed on the tip of the brush along the brush, and then injected into every stroke on the paper, every stroke...
so.
Every stroke, every stroke is like a long sword, piercing into the hearts of every viewer in front of the TV, breaking their psychological defenses and making them fall.
Xie Xingfeng, Zhang Huizhong, and Li Chi were once again standing in front of the TV with shock and bewilderment on their faces. They had been watching Wang Cheng's movements closely. Looking at every stroke, every trace, their faces were filled with suffocation. His body was extremely red, and his breathing gradually became short of breath. Obviously, the emotions in his heart were extremely excited.
but…
They were speechless at this time, as if they were afraid that their words would affect Wang Cheng on the TV screen.
but…
They only held back for a few seconds, and the excitement accumulated in their hearts was out of control.
Then, the youngest Li Chi couldn't help but read along with Wang Cheng's brush.
"Zhao Keman and Hu Ying, the Hu hook is frosty and snowy."
"The silver saddle shines on the white horse, rustling like shooting stars."
"Ten steps to kill a person, a thousand miles will not stay behind..."
After reading this, Li Chi's voice trembled, and his eyes were so excited that he couldn't help but burst into tears. This sentence completely tore apart the defenses in his heart and awakened his youthful dream of conquering the world with a sword. It's a pity that I'm already middle-aged at this time, and I can't help myself, so I can't help but want to cry. The tears in my eyes almost flowed out, but in the end it was the reason of the middle-aged man who forcibly suppressed the tears.
Xie Xingfeng and Zhang Huizhong next to him also waved their hands excitedly when they heard this, as if this was the only way to vent their excitement.
Afterwards, Li Chi's voice continued to read.
"Hello."
"Passing Xinling to drink, taking off the sword and crossing the knees."
"Will roast Zhu Hai, and hold the cup to persuade Hou Ying."
"Three cups of Nuoran, the five mountains are lighter."
"After the eyes are dazzled and the ears are hot, the spirit is full of energy."
…
at the same time.
In the capital city of Nanyue Province.
In Wen Yixiao's apartment.
Still only Wen Yixiao was sitting on the sofa, trying to appear the most calm.
Mo Jinhua, Yu Jinghong, and Lin Bing were still standing at the starting position, staring at the words written by Wang Cheng like a sharp sword on the TV screen with wide eyes!
Wen Yixiao read it softly, her eyes were full of confusion, and her voice trembled slightly!
"Rescue Zhao Huijin gavel, HD was shocked first."
"Thousands of Two Heroes, Xuanhe Daliang City."
"Despite the heroic spirit of death, you will not be ashamed of being a hero in the world."
"Who can write Your Excellency, the Baishou Taixuan Sutra!"
Hoo...
After reading, Wen Yixiao took a deep breath, his mind was still full of the process of watching Wang Cheng write this text at the scene that day, thinking about it now, he was still full of amazement and fascination.
If she can, she is willing to stay by Wang Cheng's side all the time, doing nothing every day, just grinding ink for Wang Cheng, even if she lives like this for a lifetime, she is willing.
At this time, Mo Jinhua, Yu Jinghong, and Lin Bing watched Wang Cheng write the last few words, and they all let out a sigh of relief, as if they had had a long dream. Excited.
Yu Jinghong turned her head to look at Wen Yixiao: "Yixiao, is this the work Wang Cheng gave you?"
Mo Jinhua and Lin Bing also looked at Wen Yixiao at the same time, with anticipation and excitement in their eyes.
If they can see this work with their own eyes, it will definitely satisfy their greatest curiosity and expectations at this time.
Lin Bing’s voice also trembled and said: “Is this the work that I need to frame?”
The three of them looked closely at Wen Yixiao, and then at the wooden box on the table, all looking a little ready to move, wishing to open it now and take it out for a closer look.
But.
Wen Yixiao shook her head slightly: "No!"
no?
All three were slightly disappointed.
Yu Jinghong knew more inside information, frowned slightly and asked doubtfully: "But, didn't Wang Cheng only write this work?"
Mo Jinhua and Lin Bing still stared at Wen Yixiao, waiting for the answer.
Wen Yixiao still looked at the TV screen, and said softly: "You will find out after watching it! He only wrote one work, not just one work."
I only wrote one piece of work, didn’t I write one piece of work?
The three of them were shocked, and quickly turned their heads to look at the TV screen, only to see that the TV screen was not the ending screen they thought just now.
Wang Cheng picked up the chivalrous line that he wrote just now and put it aside, and then continued to write on the white paper without hesitation.
It's still the word "Xia Ke Xing".
However, the handwriting this time is completely different from the calligraphy handwriting just now.
The cursive script, which was so scribbled that ordinary people could barely recognize it, surprised all three of them, and at the same time, they understood what Wen Yixiao meant.
Wang Cheng used two different calligraphy fonts to write the same poem twice.
If the running script chivalrous line just now was a move of a peerless swordsman opening and closing, then this cursive script chivalrous line is like the wild sword dance of a peerless swordsman, which is even more arrogant, sharp, and indomitable!
It has a completely different visual impact from the running script work just now, but it has the same profound artistic conception. If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes and the camera didn't even switch, no one would believe that this is a calligraphy written by the same person!
and…
The few people here are all knowledgeable and discerning, and they can all see that the cursive calligraphy written by Wang Cheng is also extraordinary, not weaker than the running script just now, and the madness in it reveals the temperament of order. It's amazing.
Lin Bing can be said to be the one who knows calligraphy best here. His eyes were wide open, full of disbelief, and he muttered to himself: "Impossible, impossible! How is this possible? This cursive script..."
She couldn't go on.
Because, this cursive script is better than her grandfather's.
And her grandfather is one of the two cursive calligraphy masters who are still alive in China at this time. He is also the only cursive calligraphy master in the south. He is known as the number one cursive script in the south. One of the great fighters is not an exaggeration.
But…
She knew it well.
Wang Cheng's cursive calligraphy at this time is definitely above her grandfather's calligraphy.
but…
How can this be?
How can this be?
why is that?
Lin Bing was full of doubts and disbelief.
Although she is usually very low-key and only cares about the things she likes, such as reading and writing, she also knows who Wang Cheng and Wen Yixiao are.
Because she has heard the works of Wang Cheng and Wen Yixiao and likes them very much.
She also knew that the running script calligraphy shown by Wang Cheng's humble room inscription written on Shonan Satellite TV before is not an exaggeration to say that it is the first running script in China!
It's just that the domestic calligraphy circle chose to ignore it and didn't admit it.
However, Lin Bing agreed in his heart!
You can say that it is the first running script in China, and now it has become the first cursive script in China?
how did you do that?
If Wang Cheng is an old scholar in his seventies and eighties, she would be a little reluctant to accept it. After all, after so many years of practice, it is theoretically possible to master two master-level calligraphy with great talent, although no one has done it before...
However, Wang Cheng is only nineteen and a half years old!
Even those great calligraphers who have gone down in history in ancient times were very talented and started practicing at a young age, and the earliest ones who became famous were already in their twenties.
In this world...
Why is there such an evildoer as Wang Cheng?
Lin Bing also followed the cursive calligraphy and recited the poem "Xia Ke Xing" word by word, his voice always trembling with depression.
Wang Cheng finished writing, and Lin Bing also finished reading.
Afterwards, looking at the cursive chivalrous work in the TV screen, Lin Bing turned to Wen Yixiao excitedly: "Excuse me, is this the cursive work that Wang Cheng gave you? Can you show it to me?" ?”
Yu Jinghong and Mo Jinhua both looked at Wen Yixiao with burning eyes at this time, and they had already forgotten about Wen Yixiao's public announcement yesterday that he was a loyal fan of Wang Cheng.
Wang Cheng like this...
How about becoming his fan?
It can also improve your style in the eyes of the outside world.
Wen Yixiao once again read Wang Cheng's writing "Xia Ke Xing", feeling a little agitated in her heart. She took a deep breath to calm herself down, then picked up the box and opened it for the first time. With a bang, the box opened, and there was a person lying quietly inside. Rolled paper.
Wen Yixiao just wanted to reach for it.
Lin Bing hurriedly said: "Don't, don't move yet!"
After speaking, Lin Bing quickly opened his bag, took out a pair of gloves from it, and said excitedly, "I'll do it."
Wen Yixiao hesitated for a moment, and nodded in agreement. She was also afraid that if she took it directly with her hands, it would get dirty and leave a mark, so she put the box on the table again and signaled Lin Bing to take it.
Lin Bing walked over quickly in two steps, slowly stretched out his gloved hand, picked up the paper in the box, then suddenly remembered something, and said to Wen Yixiao: "Please take the piece of paper in my bag. Spread it on the table!"
Yu Jinghong and Mo Jinhua had already picked up the bag together and put it aside.
Wen Yixiao opened the bag, took out a roll of cloth from it, and quickly spread it on the table. She didn't know that there were so many things to pay attention to.
Lin Bing just put the paper on the cloth and slowly spread it out.
Wen Yixiao, Yu Jinghong, and Mo Jinhua all stood around, watching without blinking.
Lin Bing's breathing became short of breath, and he spread it slowly and cautiously. Looking at the cursive brush characters that appeared, which were exactly the same as those written by Wang Cheng on the TV screen, his cheeks became more flushed and his eyes widened even more excitedly. Bigger, seems to want to see every word more clearly.
She has been able to confirm.
Wang Cheng on the TV screen is neither exaggerated nor special effects.
The cursive calligraphy font written by Wang Cheng has really reached the master level, and it is the top master level. It can be compared with the ancient cursive calligraphy masters who have gone down in history, and it is better than her grandfather and another contemporary cursive master. .
This font!
is simply art.
Slowly spread out all.
Looking at the whole picture of this cursive calligraphy work.
Except Wen Yixiao was a little calmer.
Lin Bing, Mo Jinhua, and Yu Jinghong were all short of breath with excitement, and lowered their heads to watch carefully.
It took me a few minutes to watch this!
Wen Yixiao frowned slightly, and said in a low voice, "Can you frame it for me now?"
Only then did Lin Bing raise his head, let out another breath, calmed himself down a bit, looked at Wen Yixiao, and asked hesitantly, "I know it's presumptuous, but I still want to ask, can this word be Sell it? I am willing to promise you any conditions! My grandfather is Lin Nianxiang, I can exchange ten of his works with you for this one..."
Wen Yixiao didn't think much about it. When she heard that the other party wanted this work by Wang Cheng, she immediately shook her head: "Impossible, I won't sell it. I just asked you to frame this work."
Yu Jinghong heard more information, and asked in surprise: "Is your grandfather Lin Nianxiang?"
Mo Jinhua also looked at Lin Bing in surprise, neither of them thought that Lin Bing was Lin Nianxiang's granddaughter!
Lin Nianxiang is a well-known figure in the field of Chinese studies in Southern Guangdong Province.
Lin Bing nodded, still looking at Wen Yixiao: "Well, my grandfather is Lin Nianxiang!"
After Yu Jinghong was surprised, she explained to Wen Yixiao in a low voice: "Lin Nianxiang is one of several calligraphy masters in China, and he is known as the number one cursive script master in the south. The president of the Southern Guangdong Calligraphy Association, one of his This masterpiece was sold for more than 50 million yuan at auctions on Hong Kong Island, and it was sold by a wealthy Chinese in Nanyang."
Wen Yixiao also remembered who Lin Nianxiang was at this time. She had seen her father and grandfather have collected Lin Nianxiang's calligraphy works at home.
But…
She still shook her head: "Sorry, I won't change!"
Lin Bing said with serious eyes: "The work that was auctioned last year is an excellent work of my grandfather. I am willing to exchange ten similar works with you for this work. As far as the current value is concerned, it must be my grandfather's work." The value of the master's works is higher, at least two or three hundred million can be sold!"
Yu Jinghong and Mo Jinhua both had a little bit of emotion, and they considered it purely from the perspective of interests.
That is indeed the ten works of Lin Nianxiang that are more valuable.
Besides, they knew that Lin Nianxiang was old, in his eighties, and had few years to live.
Once Lin Nianxiang dies of illness, the value of the works left by him will skyrocket again. It is not impossible for a masterpiece to be worth hundreds of millions.
Even if Lin Bing takes out ten works at a time, the value will drop due to the excessive quantity, but the total value of the ten works will be at least hundreds of millions, and it will continue to increase as time goes by.
Still the reason...
Lin Nianxiang is very old and may pass away at any time, and there will be no more works handed down.
There will be a lot of room for appreciation of the value of his works.
Although, purely in terms of cursive script, Wang Cheng's cursive script is even better.
but…
Wang Cheng is only nineteen years old.
Who knows how many works he will leave in the future?
Therefore, the specific value of Wang Cheng's works cannot be judged at all.
However, purely in terms of market value, it is certainly not as expensive as the works of those very old calligraphy masters.
But!
In Wen Yixiao's eyes.
Let alone ten works.
so.
Wen Yixiao shook her head without hesitation, and gradually said in a blunt tone: "I don't want to hear about this topic anymore. If you are here to take away my things, then you can go."
Yu Jinghong and Mo Jinhua also quickly understood that Wen Yixiao would definitely choose this way.
Because Wang Cheng's own blessing is too valuable.
Yu Jinghong just wanted to talk to smooth things over, but she was afraid that the two sides would become stalemate.
After all, Lin Bing is not an ordinary framer, but the granddaughter of Lin Nianxiang, so her status is different.
However, Lin Bing first said apologetically: "Sorry, I was abrupt. I don't want your stuff, I just like this picture too much. Since you don't want to change it, then I won't mention it."
Wen Yixiao's complexion softened slightly, but he still said calmly: "Then can you help me frame it now?"
Lin Bing shook his head: "No!"
Wen Yixiao frowned slightly: "Why?"
Lin Bing never left his eyes from the cursive characters on the table, and said in a serious tone: "Because the things I brought are all ordinary materials. They are not suitable for framing this work, and I have been busy all day today, and my mental state is not good enough." Tired. I want to make an appointment with you again, next time I will bring the best materials, rest for half a day in advance, and make sufficient preparations to help you frame this work!"
After hearing this, Wen Yixiao's complexion became better, and she agreed with it very much. She also thought that ordinary materials were not suitable for Wang Cheng's calligraphy works, so she nodded and agreed: "Okay, I agree. Every day I will work in the capital of Nanyue Province, and I will get off work after eight o'clock every night, you can come over!"
Forehead…
You get off work after eight o'clock?
Lin Bing glanced at Wen Yixiao in surprise, aren't you a star? Why is there still an eight o'clock off work time? Are you sure you're not a civil servant?
Yu Jinghong hurriedly explained: "Wen Yixiao means that she rests at eight o'clock, Miss Lin, you can come after eight o'clock."
She has a big head, Wen Yixiao, this is the tendency to become Wang Cheng...
They all asked to get off work at eight o'clock.
fine…
When recording the program, there were no such requirements, and the only requirement was to go to bed at ten o'clock in the evening.
Lin Bing nodded: "Okay then, I'll come over at eight o'clock tomorrow night, is that okay?"
Wen Yixiao thought for a while: "Yes!"
The four of them gathered around the table and looked at the picture, and no one felt bored no matter how they looked at it.
Mo Jinhua suddenly thought of something, and said to Wen Yixiao: "Yixiao, can you take a picture of this word and post it on Weibo?"
Wen Yixiao shook her head: "I don't want to!"
Wang Cheng never posted these things on his social accounts, and Wen Yixiao didn't want to break this habit, thinking that maybe Wang Cheng didn't want his literary and calligraphy works to be seen by too many people.
only…
It seems that this is meaningless, after all, it has been seen by everyone on the TV show, and everyone can watch the replay video at any time and watch it repeatedly, or even take a screenshot to study it carefully!
Mo Jinhua persuaded: "You can publish it to prove to everyone that you and Wang Cheng are relatively close! You are the only one in the circle who has obtained Wang Cheng's works, and no one else has."
Are you close to Wang Cheng?
Doesn't anyone else?
Only me?
Wen Yixiao's eyes lit up slightly, her heart was moved, but she still hesitated and said, "But, Wang Cheng doesn't like it?"
Mo Jinhua smiled and said, "Do you think Wang Cheng will read these? Will he care about them? He doesn't care about them at all...Han Xiao posted photos of Wang Cheng and her together twice before, but Wang Cheng didn't care at all." .”
Mo Jinhua's words had an instant effect!
If Han Xiao can post, you can too...
Wen Yixiao nodded immediately: "Okay, I'll post it right away!"
After finishing speaking, Wen Yixiao picked up her mobile phone, selected the light angle, took a panoramic photo of the calligraphy work of Xia Kexing on the table, posted it on her Weibo account, and wrote: "This is my The best and most precious gift I have ever received in my life!"
Click to send!
Then, Wen Yixiao left it alone.
This is a habit she has developed in the past month. She completely ignores the public opinion of the outside world and only does what she wants to do.
Lin Bing reluctantly looked at the words on the table, saw that it was getting late, and said, "Then I'll go home and rest first. Tomorrow I will put down all other things and rest at home for a day to recharge my spirits." , come back at eight o'clock in the evening!"
Wen Yixiao: "Okay, I will wait for you!"
Lin Bing took a deep breath again, looked closely at each word on the paper again, and murmured in a low voice: "This word, this poem, is really a rare masterpiece in ancient and modern times! You must take good care of it, thousands of years. Don't break it, don't lose it..."
Hearing Lin Bing's praise, Wen Yixiao smiled and said: "Don't worry, this word is more important than my life!"
Lin Bing nodded, stood up, looked at the TV screen that had ended, Wang Cheng's figure still appeared on it, and said with longing: "If I can meet him, I would like to ask some calligraphy lessons."
Wen Yixiao smiled and said nothing.
Yu Jinghong and Mo Jinhua both smiled wryly, wanting to say that you can’t ask for advice after seeing it, because Wang Cheng doesn’t bother to talk to you at all…
Lin Bing no longer took pictures, packed up his things, turned around and left.
Wen Yixiao and Yu Jinghong continued to admire the work.
As Wen Yixiao's manager, Mo Jinhua took out his mobile phone to look at the current public opinion situation, wanting to see what reaction Wen Yixiao's news had caused.
As soon as she opened Weibo, she found that the Weibo page seemed to be a little stuck, not as smooth as before.
On the hot news list on the home page, the first is still Wang Cheng, the second is the name of the poem Wang Cheng just wrote on the TV screen, the third is the sword dance of the prosperous Tang Dynasty, and the fourth is Zhu Ziqi and Han Xiao. The fifth is Wen Yixiao, the sixth is Ankeru, and the seventh is the name of the cultural center.
The corners of Mo Jinhua's eyes twitched.
Cultural Zhong Yuanshang’s performance and Wang Cheng almost occupied most of the top ten positions, which is no worse than the peak period when Tomorrow’s Idol was broadcast.
She looked at it for a while, and saw that the screen was full of praise and incredible speeches. The speech area of Wang Cheng's Weibo homepage was even more damaged, and dense news popped up every second.
"I'm crying, Xia Kexing, Wang Cheng, how did you do it? Can you write such an amazing poem? Why can I only drive screws in the factory when I was nineteen?"
"Two works, one poem. One in cursive script and one in cursive script. Judging from my eyes, both works are master-level calligraphy! This is the most incredible, even more incredible than Wang Cheng's poem "Xia Ke Xing!" These two works will definitely be handed down through the ages!"
"I beg for the original authenticity of the two works written by Wang Cheng on TV. One work is 10 million yuan, and the two together are 30 million yuan. I beg you! Whoever can sell, the price can be negotiated."
"Killing a person in ten steps, you will not stay for a thousand miles. When it's done, go away and hide your identity and fame! What a two-sentence sentence! Wang Cheng, why are you so awesome?"
"It's the first time that I'm so fan of a celebrity artist. Perhaps, Wang Cheng is no longer a celebrity artist. He is an artist, writer, poet, and author! He is so awesome..."
"Wang Cheng, I love you!"
"This poem is definitely my favorite. I like it better than the Tang poems that have been handed down through the ages in textbooks. It's great. I've read it more than a dozen times, and I can't read enough."
"You only feel the awesomeness of this poem, but as a literary worker, I can tell you that the awesomeness of this ancient poem is beyond your imagination. There are many allusions and stories in it, and most people can't read it. I understand, but I can’t understand it. Tomorrow, I will analyze this poem and explain the allusions in it. By then, you will know how amazing it is. In the past hundred years, there has been no poem like this one. Poetry uses so many allusions!"
"Wang Cheng, please, can you come out and have a word with us?"
"Actually, I can understand why Wang Cheng ignores us fans. If I can be as awesome as him, I am colder than him! Why should I pay attention to you mortals? Isn't that a waste of my time?"
"I seem to understand what you said, so Wang Cheng should ignore us, right?"
…
Seeing these speeches, Mo Jinhua's eyes were full of envy.
Then I took another look at the number of Wang Cheng's fans, and it began to increase rapidly again. It was more than 2 million more than when she saw it yesterday. The total number has exceeded 96 million, and it may exceed 100 million tomorrow. , and then he will become the second star artist in the Chinese entertainment industry with over 100 million fans.
Mo Jinhua calmed down, knowing that Wang Cheng deserved it.
Even, Wang Cheng should have gotten more...
If Wang Cheng had done a good job of publicizing and managing fans, the number of fans might have surpassed that of Liu Qianhua long ago.
The current number of fans has already underestimated Wang Cheng's popularity!
Mo Jinhua looked at Wen Yixiao's Weibo again, and saw that the number of fans of Wen Yixiao had exceeded 70 million. He felt a little more at ease, and finally stopped losing fans, and the picture Wen Yixiao posted just now The photo also attracted more than one million people's reposts and likes within a short period of time.
Many people went crazy when they saw this picture in Wen Yixiao's hands.
"Is this the real work? Little fairy? The real work of Wang Cheng is in your hands? It's awesome."
"Wen Yixiao, can you sell this work? I bid 20 million, the price can be negotiated, you can chat with me privately, the price is not a problem!"
"Fuck me, the original is in the hands of the little fairy? No wonder the little fairy said yesterday that she is Wang Cheng's most loyal fan. As far as Wang Cheng's appearance, talent, and calligraphy, who can't be confused? I can understand the little fairy's choice." , I still support you."
"See the real work? Wen Tianxian, take more pictures, this work is really awesome. My father watched TV and said that this work is the only one in China, and it is the most contemporary!"
"Little Fairy, can you sell this work to me? I will offer 30 million, and we can discuss it..."
…
Mo Jinhua was a little speechless when she saw that most of the comments in the comment area were asking Wen Yixiao to buy this work again.
buzz buzz...
Mo Jinhua's phone rang suddenly.
She picked it up and looked at it, and saw that it was Shen Shenghui's name. She frowned slightly, but she was still connected. Immediately, Shen Shenghui's eager voice came: "Hello, I am Shen Shenghui! I would like to ask you to ask Wenyi for me. Xiao, can you sell the knight-errant cursive script she got? I'm willing to pay 50 million!"
Mo Jinhua didn't even need to ask Wen Yixiao about this question, she just refused directly: "Director Shen, I'm sorry, this is impossible! No matter how much money you pay, it's impossible."
Shen Shenghui said directly: "Sixty million!"
Mo Jinhua's eyes twitched, glanced at Wen Yixiao, and said with certainty: "Director Shen, it's getting late, there is no need to talk about this issue."
Shen Shenghui was silent for a while, and then said: "Okay, excuse me!"
After finishing speaking, he hung up the phone.
Mo Jinhua saw that Wen Yixiao had carefully put the work back into the box again, and Yu Jinghong was very reluctant and longing beside her.
…
Magic City!
Shen Shenghui put down the phone, looked at Qin Yuhai and shook his head, "President Qin, Mo Jinhua refused!"
Qin Yuhai took a deep breath, looked at the TV screen, and said with admiration: "I really didn't expect that Wang Cheng could give us such a huge surprise. This poem and these two calligraphy are really amazing. If Wang Cheng If Cheng was born in a scholarly family, he might become one of the leaders in the domestic literary world!"
"Unfortunately, his background is too ordinary, and he doesn't have a teacher, so he can't get into those circles. Unless Wang Cheng bows his head and pays the price, he can only be recognized by the outside world, not those inside the circle!"
As a bigwig in the entertainment industry, Qin Yuhai naturally knows about the literary world.
After all, since ancient times, entertainment has not been divided into families.
Shen Shenghui was also full of admiration: "This poem is really wonderful. My blood is still boiling. I can't wait to go out and run around and walk around the world with my sword."
Qin Yuhai still didn't give up, and said thoughtfully: "I'll go see Wang Cheng tomorrow! The painting of a knight in running script should still be in his hands!"
Shen Shenghui smiled wryly: "He definitely won't sell it."
Qin Yuhai: "How will you know if you don't try? If 50 million won't work, then 60 million, 70 million, 80 million, or even 100 million!"
Shen Shenghui stopped persuading, but his eyes were filled with shock and envy.
Wang Cheng's works are now worth hundreds of millions...
How much will it be in the future?
He couldn't think of it, and he didn't dare to think about it.
Qin Yuhai changed the subject and asked, "I don't know how many ratings Central Plains Satellite TV can get! Such an amazing performance by Wang Cheng, the ratings will definitely not be low!"
Shen Shenghui nodded affirmatively: "That is inevitable, more than three o'clock is at least, the suspense is whether it can pass four! Wang Cheng's attraction is really too strong."
Shen Shenghui has already started to change his mind.
Since you can't hold back two unknown small variety shows in succession, then change your mind!
However, he didn't have a clear goal yet, so he picked up the phone and called Xiao Qiang, the director of Cultural Central Plains, to ask if the final ratings came out.
...
Xie Xingfeng, Zhang Huizhong, and Li Chi gradually calmed down after some excitement, full of admiration.
Xie Xingfeng was still pacing back and forth, and said quickly: "This poem is even more exciting than the humble room inscription last time! It is definitely a rare masterpiece in the past few hundred years! Wang Cheng's talent can reach such a level , It's incredible!"
Li Chi shook his head and said: "The most incredible thing is that his cursive calligraphy is also at the level of a top master. At the same time, he can practice two kinds of calligraphy fonts to the master level, which is unique in the entire history of Chinese literature. There is no calligraphy master who is famous in history in China. One person can do it."
"Based on this alone, Wang Cheng is enough to be compared with those great calligraphers who have lived through the ages. This is really incredible. We are all witnesses to history today!"
Zhang Huizhong: "It's really amazing. It is said that Wang Cheng gave Wen Yixiao the cursive knight's line. Wen Yixiao really made a lot of money."
The three of them nodded, and they all knew that this cursive script of knights is definitely a top-notch work worth collecting!
Unfortunately…
All three of them knew.
Once Wang Cheng's works flow into Wen Yixiao's hands, it is impossible for others to take them out.
All three shook their heads...
Amazed and regretful.
It took a few minutes to clear up my mood.
Xie Xingfeng picked up the phone again and called Liu Jie, wanting to know the final audience rating of the Cultural Central Plains tonight!
Zhang Huizhong and Li Chi are also full of anticipation and apprehension. They know that Wang Cheng's performance this time is amazing, and it seems to be even more amazing than his performance on the rural satellite TV. Therefore, they are a little afraid that the highest ratings of the cultural center will exceed that of the cultural center. …
However, they thought about it and found it impossible. At most, it might be about the same, or at the same level.
after all!
It is really a miracle that the ratings can reach 4.5 in the midnight slot.
Even if Wang Cheng's performance in the cultural center is amazing, it is impossible to break the shackles of the midnight time slot and create higher ratings data.
…
At this time, Liu Jie, Xiao Qiang, and Yu Wenqiao were not sitting down anymore, and they were all walking back and forth in the office with some anxiety, waiting for the final ratings.
Although they also believe that Wang Cheng's amazing performance will definitely increase the ratings.
but…
They also have higher expectations.
However, the higher expectation in their hearts is whether they can pass four o'clock!
They didn't dare to think about surpassing the miracle ratings of the 4.5 midnight show of Country TV.
boom…
The secretary pushed open the door excitedly, holding a piece of paper in his hand!
Before the secretary could speak, Liu Jie stepped forward and snatched her over.
Xiao Qiang and Yu Wenqiao also quickly ran over, almost lying on Liu Jie's body, stretched their necks to look at the numbers on the report!
The three of them looked at the top of the data table at the same time...
Just glanced at it.
The three of them all became stiff as if struck by lightning at the same time, their entire bodies were motionless, and their breathing stopped...
(end of this chapter)