Chapter 731 - Chapter 731: 289 The Old Ancestor Leading Their Cause Returns (Second Update)_3
Chapter 731: 289 The Old Ancestor Leading Their Cause Returns (Second Update)_3
[I checked, and although she’s a member of the Xiangcheng Calligraphy Association, her calligraphy level is 0???]
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The Sino-Japanese-Korean Cultural Exchange wasn’t very popular, and the official live broadcast room only had a few tens of thousands of enthusiasts online, but due to Bai Lian’s high popularity last time, many people clicked directly into the stream. Moreover, the gimmick of a “calligraphy level of 0” drew in quite a few viewers.
Many people present were simultaneously watching the live stream and the event.
Mu Yining noticed that the camera was almost always on Bai Lian, with only occasional glimpses of Cai Xin.
A few young people studying calligraphy nearby also received this news.
Mu Yining paused, “She hasn’t passed any level tests?”
Hadn’t Bai Lian claimed her calligraphy was decent?
Of course, that wasn’t the issue now. Mu Yining looked at Dong Xiaobai, “Didn’t you talk to Minister Cai about this? Why is the camera always on Alian?”
Dong Xiaobai also found it odd. He took out his phone, even more anxious than Mu Yining, “Don’t worry, I’ll ask.”
If there was a mistake at this conference, the Dong Family would be the first to bear the brunt!
They might even fade out of this circle in the future.
Dong Xiaobai was already regretting why he had introduced Ren Wanxuan in the first place.
But no one answered Minister Cai’s phone calls.
Both Dong Xiaobai and Mu Yining were clever people. Seeing that nobody answered Minister Cai’s calls, they pretty much understood why; Dong Xiaobai felt a cold sweat on his back.
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Backstage.
Minister Cai turned off his cellphone and tossed it aside,
he slowly pulled out a cigarette, speaking leisurely, “Keep the cameras on this Bai Lian.”
“Not giving Master Cai the spotlight?” The staff member was startled.
Minister Cai lit his cigarette, the smoke curling, “No need. We’ll give Cai Xin’s writing a shot after she finishes writing. Our Cai Xin doesn’t care about these things.”
“You’re really generous,” the staff member said earnestly.
After all, the Sino-Japanese-Korean Cultural Exchange was the fastest way to gain fame.
Minister Cai flicked the ash from his cigarette, smiling subtly. Dong Xiaobai was so anxious, calling him, inviting him to meals, all to cover up Bai Lian’s abilities. He hadn’t really done anything except direct the cameras a bit.
After all—
The representation of the youth was solely taken over by the Dong Family, and if there were to be any problems, they would ultimately be traced back to them.
He and Dong Xiaobai were rivals. In order to bring Dong Xiaobai down, Minister Cai didn’t even save face for Mu Yining this time.
There were sacrifices to be made, and they spared no effort.
In the center of the exhibit, the host started with a smile, “Let’s appreciate the talent of the young generation!”
The camera switched entirely to the female side.
Under the high-definition lens.
The young woman was dressed in a white pleated dress with tea frills, her hair casually pinned up with a hairpin, the falling strands brushing her pale cheeks. When she slightly looked up, under the bright lights of the venue, one could see those carefree, wild, and pitch-black eyes.
In her right hand, she held a wolf-hair brush, her knuckles distinct and forceful under the camera, while her left hand loosely held up her pipa sleeve.
She started with a reverse stroke, the brushwork firm—
[Strive to become stronger without ceasing; carry virtue in great measure]
The eight characters leaped onto the paper. Although it was an encouraging phrase, the prominent bones in the writing carried a sharpness, like a drawn sword.
Under the enlarged live shot, the previously chatty members of the Calligraphy Association fell silent.
Jingjing stared at these eight characters.
Even through the lens, the online viewers seemed to see, across the words, the image of a person in white, courageously venturing into Fengdu.
Liang Zewen’s style varied with each person who wrote it. His own characters were gentle.
However, the writing of his proud disciple was ambitious and sharp, with an inherent intent to kill. The authentic works left behind were few, and over the years, almost no one could replicate the style of Bai Xiangjun. Even the president of Jiangjing could only grasp a fraction of it.
Until today, when this young woman in a white pleated dress with tea frills put down her wolf-hair brush, slightly raised her head, and smiled serenely at the camera, under the countless spotlight of the reporters, she silently announced to everyone—
The progenitor of their Liang style had returned.
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