Zhao Yuan's performance did not end there.

He pointed at the young Japanese calligrapher one by one, asked about the type of calligraphy the other party was good at, and then wrote down two words that defeated and humiliated the other party with the calligraphy that the other party was best at!

Some young Japanese calligraphers who were called by him, like Nagato Sanada, shut up and dare not speak. At this time, there are Chinese calligraphers he knows will help him answer Zhao Yuan's questions. Some people do not believe in evil, thinking that Zhao Yuan is already proficient in running script, cursive script, Han Li, etc., and it is absolutely impossible for them to be proficient in the calligraphy they are good at, but the facts make them teach them to be human beings!

Whether it is running script, cursive script, Han Li, or large seal script... Zhao Yuan can write all the calligraphy of various types and branches, and he writes them in great detail, which is the most well-deserved highest level!

The Japanese calligraphers were all stupid.

How could there be such a perverted and evil person in this world?

Ordinary people are poor for nearly a lifetime and may not be able to practice a calligraphy to this level. But what about Zhao Yuan? He is only in his early twenties and has practiced all types of calligraphy to the highest level... If it weren't for seeing it with his own eyes, they wouldn't believe it was true! Even if they saw it with their own eyes, they were wondering if all this was dreaming? A terrible nightmare!

Zhao Yuan humiliated the young Japanese calligraphers one by one. In this process, he almost made a mistake and pointed to a young Chinese calligrapher. This scared the other party and waved his hand and said, "Mr. Zhao, Teacher Zhao, you are wrong. I am my own person and a friendly army!"

Zhao Yuan was stunned and stunned: "Are you Chinese?"

"Yes, yes, I'm a Chinese, a real Chinese, with an ID card..." This person was really, really touched out his ID card and showed it to the other party.

Since he is his own person, he must not be bullied. Zhao Yuan let him go and complained: "Since he is a Chinese, why are you doing standing next to the Japanese? Isn't this a waste of my time?"

The other party smiled bitterly and said, "Okay, blame me, I'm standing in the wrong place, I'll change my position now."

This person's experience reminded other Chinese calligraphers to change positions quickly, for fear of being injured by accident. Some Japanese calligraphers also wanted to take the opportunity to change positions and avoid Zhao Yuan's bullying, but were exposed as soon as possible.

The one who exposed them was not Chinese calligraphers, but those young Japanese calligraphers who were bullied and slapped in the face by Zhao Yuan... This is the mentality of dying and dying together.

Zhao Yuan's slap continued in the face, but Kazuhiko Sato and Hiroichi Kawaguchi could not sit still.

"Enough!" Kawaguchi Hiroichi was the first to erupt and shouted in a deep voice: "Zhao Yuan, don't bully people too much! You must be humble in life. It's too much for you to do this!"

Zhao Yuan turned his head and looked at Hiroichi Kawaguchi and sneered.

"Don't you think it's shameless to say this? This calligraphy exchange meeting was originally a communication platform for mutual learning and progress together. But when the exchange meeting was halfway through, you put forward the request for discussion and, with intentional calculations, sent Japan's top young calligraphers to compete with the ordinary young calligraphers we participated in. If you win, you would be arrogant and claim that Chinese calligraphy declined and Japanese calligraphy was far superior to China. Now I am just standing up to fight, but you said it was too much to bully people. Your double standards are too easy to play? Is it a waste of your life so old that you don't even want a B face?"

"You..." Hiro Kawaguchi's face was pale and pointed at Zhao Yuan, but he couldn't say a complete sentence for a long time.

Because Zhao Yuan was right, this matter was originally because of their Japanese calligraphers who were shameless and bullying others too much, so they really couldn't blame others for being too tit for being too tit.

But just being pointed at Zhao Yuan and sprayed wildly, Kawaguchi Hiroichi felt that he could not accept it either on his face or in his heart.

Before he could come up with refutation, Zhao Yuan said again: "But you have something right. Today, I really want to deceive people too much and I am really not humble. What can you do? Do you want to teach me a lesson?"

"I..." Hiroshi Kawaguchi blurted out and said, 'I'll teach you a lesson', but when the words came to his mouth, he reacted and swallowed it tightly.

He dare not say it!

The calligraphy used by Zhao Yuan’s words are all top-notch and highest! Even if he has been studying calligraphy for decades, he is far from comparable. How did he teach Zhao Yuan a lesson? What lesson did he teach Zhao Yuan?

I want to say but I dare not say it, I feel so frustrated.

But Zhao Yuan did not let him go and asked a question that made all Japanese calligraphers creepy: "What calligraphy are you good at?"

"puff--"

Hiroichi Kawaguchi was both angry and anxious, shocked and angry. Under the impact of various emotions, the qi and fire attacked the heart. He opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of blood. Then he closed his eyes and fainted.

His disciple was shocked when he saw this and quickly surrounded him, pinching the people and Neiguan, making a mess.

Yahiko Sato was furious and pointed at Zhao Yuan and scolded: "No matter how Kawaguchi said it, it is your senior. You should treat him with courtesy. How can you use these vulgar words to make him angry like this?!"

Zhao Yuan sneered: "My politeness is to my friends and good friends. As for you evil guests, you all slapped me in the face. You still want me to treat you with courtesy? Do you think I am as stupid as you are, as cheap as you?"

"You--" As soon as Sato Yahiko said, he was interrupted by Zhao Yuan: "Don't you and me, I'll ask you, what calligraphy are you good at?"

Yahiko Sato's face immediately turned green and she closed her mouth tightly.

Zhao Yuan smiled: "Speak? You were pretty good at talking just now? Why don't you say anything now? Or do you want to admit defeat?"

He was right, and Kayoshi Sato really dared not compare.

The gap between the two was too big. The big Yahiko Sato didn't even dare to try... because he knew that he had no chance of winning at all. After hesitating for a while, he threw down his words: "I feel uncomfortable, let's go first." He was about to walk towards the gate of the conference room.

"This excuse is too bad." Zhao Yuan reached out and stopped him, "Want to leave? Yes, I won't make things difficult for you. I apologize for admitting my mistake and surrender, and you can leave."

After hesitating for a long time, Kayoshi Sato finally chose to surrender, apologize obediently and admit his mistake, and then left in shame. His disciples, as well as the Japanese calligraphers, including the blood-spouting Hiroichi Kawaguchi and the people who were abused by Zhao Yuan, all treated the same treatment. They were all let go after apologizing and apologizing, and left in shame.
Chapter completed!