ABRWF Chapter 170.2

But within a few tens of seconds, the outline of a painting appeared.

At the very end, she used a brush, and under her hands, the painting seemed to come alive.

Everyone in the audience was stunned.

They have seen people dancing with swords, but they have never seen anyone paint with a sword so well!

As Jiang Nanshu put down the last stroke, the front scroll of “Dwelling in the Fuchun Mountains” was completed.

She also wrote the following words: Graceful as a startled swan, graceful as a swimming dragon. The autumn chrysanthemums are glorious, and the spring pines are luxuriant.

It was the calligraphy of Zhao Mengfu.

It was full of ancient charm.

Jiang Nanshu took a deep breath, put her sword on her back, and bowed to the silent audience: “Excuse me for showing off my poor performance.”

Director Wen stood up immediately.

If there weren’t so many people at the scene, he would have wanted to go on stage and hold Jiang Nanshu back from leaving.

His drama requires a large number of such ancient paintings and calligraphy.

He couldn’t borrow the real ones from the museum, while he felt that the fake ones would tarnish his work, as the imitation would lack the spirit.

However, Jiang Nanshu’s stunning painting corresponded to her inscription, flowing naturally and radiantly, like the rising sun in the bright morning glow, so beautiful that it left people speechless.

There was also an old man who stood up at the same time as Director Wen.

He looked surprised, as if he had seen a treasure.

“Little girl, wait a minute!”

Jiang Nanshu wanted to leave, but the old man had already walked down to the stage, his face flushed with excitement: “I am the President of the Chinese Calligraphy Association, and I would like to invite you to join us.”

Jiang Nanshu thought about it and realized she had never heard of it. Her target this time was Director Wen, so she refused directly: “Sorry, no.”

Director Wen jumped up and cursed angrily, “Old Man Zhong, how dare you snatch people from me! What’s the point of your crappy association? It’s all a bunch of old men.”

Then he looked at Jiang Nanshu eagerly: “Little girl, do you want to come to my crew? My crew needs a martial arts instructor and a master of calligraphy. The salary is easy to negotiate, as long as you come.”

What was originally a good performance venue turned into a battle between two old men to grab people.

Everyone was numb.

Director Wen’s status in the entertainment industry is known to all stars. A movie directed by him will definitely be popular!

As for Zhong Kai, who is known as the President of the Chinese Calligraphy Association, he is a legendary figure.

He has countless disciples under him, all of whom have made extraordinary achievements. He knows countless bigwigs in both politics and business.

Those who can be personally offered an olive branch by him will basically have no worries in their future lives.

This is really a pleasant surprise.

Jiang Nanshu originally wanted to lower the conditions so that Director Wen would agree to one of her conditions, but she didn’t expect that there would be an old man who wanted to snatch her.

Zhong Kai glared back in dissatisfaction: “As long as you join our association, I will recognize you as my disciple!”

Director Wen mocked, “That girl is obviously better at painting than you, right? It would be a waste of talent for her to be your disciple. How about this? Come to my crew, and I’ll give you the second female role! I’ll make you famous! I’ll keep my word.”

“Oh my god, you old man, you are making such a fuss…” Zhong Kai didn’t expect Director Wen to say this.

He gritted his teeth and said directly, “As long as you come, I will recognize you as my teacher. How about it!”

 

 

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