The conference room suddenly became quiet. After two or three minutes, a young Japanese calligrapher laughed out loud, waved his hand and called the translator in front of him. After talking in Japanese, he signaled the other party to translate.

This translation is a Japanese student found by a Japanese calligrapher himself. He said in a slight Chinese language: "Mr. Yuji Takaguchi said, "Mr. Lin, you would invite Ma Tao and Zhu Wenyuan, the leading figures in the Chinese calligraphy world, and are looking forward to a battle between the dragon and the tiger. But unexpectedly, the one you found was an unknown junior who had never heard of. Such people are simply not qualified to exchange and compete with young calligraphers in our country. If you do this, you are insulting young calligraphers in our country!"

Lin Liangzhe snorted coldly: "Aren't you scared? In addition, Mr. Yuji Guankou, I want to correct your words. Zhao Yuan is not an unknown junior in the calligraphy world. His reputation is very big, and it will scare you to death if you say it!"

Yuji Shinoguchi didn't believe Lin Liangzhe's words at all. In his opinion, Lin Liangzhe was just a stubborn duck.

He sneered and said, "I know anyone who is a little famous in the calligraphy world, but I have never heard of this guy, and he can scare me? Haha, what a joke, who do you think he is? Do you think he is the god of calligraphy?"

Hearing this, everyone present who had seen Zhao Yuan's calligraphy skills all smiled strangely.

Because they all knew that Zhao Yuan was really called the god of calligraphy by many people because of the few words he had written before! But people didn't know that those few peerless good words were written by him.

Yuji Shinoguchi did not notice the strange expressions of Yan Heyun and others. He and the young Japanese calligraphers present were laughing at Lin Liangzhe and Zhao Yuan. Even Hiroichi Kawaguchi and Yahiko Sato, two masters in the Japanese calligraphy world, were shaking their heads.

Yahiko Sato signaled the young Japanese calligraphers to calm down, and then said, "Mr. Lin, you should change someone. I have seen the words written by Zhao Yuan. They are considered good among ordinary people, but they are far from qualified to show them in such occasions!"

Lin Liangzhe was stunned and stunned: "Have you seen Zhao Yuan's calligraphy?"

Yahiko Sato nodded slightly, with an expression that I saw his words, giving him face.

Lin Liangzhe frowned and asked, "Do you think his words are just good among ordinary people and are not worthy of communicating with young Japanese calligraphers?"

"That's right!" said Yahiko Sato, "He's still far from it!"

Lin Liangzhe stared at him carefully for a while and asked seriously: "Are you blind?"

Yahiko Sato was stunned at first, then said with a pale face: "This is the quality of you Chinese? I kindly remind you that you actually spoke ill of each other..."

Lin Liangzhe sarcastically said: "You misunderstood. I didn't say bad things. I'm just explaining a fact. It's saying that Zhao Yuan's handwriting is far different... You are either blind or have a broken mind!"

"You..." Yahiko Sato was furious, "Okay, since you have to embarrass you, I will fulfill your wishes and that boy named Zhao Yuan! Jun Shiguchi, please speak with Zhao Yuan on behalf of the young Japanese calligrapher."

Yuji Shinoguchi didn't want to take on this job because he thought that comparing calligraphy with an unknown junior was a very expensive thing, but Yahiko Sato has a very high status and prestige in the Japanese calligraphy world. He couldn't, and he didn't dare to refuse the task assigned by the party. He could only bow and respond: "Yes!"

He was whispering in his heart: "Damn old guy, his disciples didn't send me, but he let me do it. No matter how beautiful I won this competition, it would be very embarrassing..."

At this moment, he did not think he would lose, nor did he think Zhao Yuan's calligraphy skills were very good.

Yuji Shizuoguchi waved at Zhao Yuan and said, "Boy, come here and let me give you what calligraphy is. Don't think that you can write two words, just know how to write calligraphy. That's stupid and ridiculous!"

After listening to the translation's retelling, Zhao Yuan smiled and was not angry. He walked to Guankou Yuji and stood there. On the table in front of them, there were pens, ink, paper and inkstones, and a cursive script that had just been written.

"I just wrote this character, please read it carefully." Yuji Takaku pointed to the cursive script and said, "The subtext is: Boy, please read it carefully, you can compare my character so well. If you know the character, get out of here, otherwise, don't blame me for bullying you."

Zhao Yuan looked at the letter obediently, then curled his lips and shook his head.

Yuji Shinoguchi's expression froze instantly: "What do you mean?"

Zhao Yuan looked up at him and spit out two words: "It's so bad!"

"What did you say?"

Yuji Shinoguchi almost didn't make him angry. His cursive script is famous in the Japanese calligraphy world, and he is even known as the number one in the young generation of cursive script. Zhao Yuan is just an unknown junior. He dares to say that his cursive script is too poor... Is there any reason for this? This kid is too arrogant, right? Well... wait, maybe this kid doesn't understand cursive script at all, so he said that my calligraphy is too bad.

He snorted coldly and said sarcastically: "Do you know cursive script? You say my calligraphy is too bad, so tell me, how bad is it!"

Zhao Yuan replied seriously: "Your word is only physical but not spiritual. Although the grass is messy, it is not beautiful. It is unrestrained and elegant. It is urgent and not smooth. It is not worthy of being called cursive script at all. It should be called messy script! It is messy calligraphy!"

Yuji Guankou opened his mouth wide and wanted to scold Zhao Yuan for talking nonsense. But Zhao Yuan didn't give him this opportunity. After saying the comment, he reached out to pick up the brush and started borrowing the art of lyrics. From the miscellaneous learning column of Information Leaf, he borrowed the calligraphy skills left by Wu Peng.

At this moment, he is the god of calligraphy!

Dip ink, write, write, and write, and the characters are formed...

Two words were immediately written on the best rice paper.

When Yuji Shinoguchi saw these two words, he came to his rebuke and could not speak any more.

Because these two words are so wonderful and beautiful, and the strokes represent the highest realm in cursive script! It is mysterious, and the lines between the lines seem to have spiritual energy and life!

It is also cursive script, but after reading the two words written by Zhao Yuan and then looking at the words written by himself, Guankou Yuji felt that his words were so ugly and so bad!

It was just that the two words written by Zhao Yuan made him feel a little awkward.

"Do you know these two words?" Zhao Yuan turned his head and asked without putting down his pen.

"It's too bad." Yuji Takaguchi replied. Japanese calligraphers may not know Chinese, but they all know Chinese characters.
Chapter completed!