This type of skill book is the same as a musical instrument skill book.

It is simply reshaping Zhang Yuan's personal habits.

Inject muscle memory into him.

So just after the exchange was completed, Zhang Yuan would always have the illusion that this was not his own body, but he would be able to adapt after a while of buffering.

It took Xue Ren an hour to buy all the things Zhang Yuan needed, and the two of them started getting organized in the conference room.

"Get a stand and put your phone across the table to take pictures."

The table in the conference room is big enough, and Zhang Yuan plans to take a video and post it on Douyin and Weibo.

Xue Ren temporarily became Zhang Yuan's full-time photographer.

The white marble paperweight was pressed onto the rice paper, and Zhang Yuan took the ink ingot and began to grind it on the inkstone.

In short, the style should be sufficient and look very professional.

After studying the ink, Zhang Yuan began to write.

The thick brush smeared ink freely on the rice paper, and the calligraphy was like clouds and flowing water, with fibers coming out.

Zhang Yuan's running script tends to be in regular script, so he has to make most netizens understand what he writes.

"Wang Yue" is a five-character poem. Zhang Yuan placed the scroll horizontally on the table and wrote it vertically.

The characters in cursive script vary in height, width, and width. What is important is to be casual so that the space between each character does not appear too crowded.

From the beginning of writing to the end, it only took two minutes. It was not completed in one go. Zhang Yuan still felt unfamiliar when writing for the first time.

After writing, he blinked at Xue Ren, who immediately stopped recording.

"Brother Yuan, you secretly started practicing calligraphy?"

"I'm not telling you, everyone has to make progress. You think I'm lazy and sleeping like you in class.

In fact, I'm working hard where you can't see it, and that's why I'm more successful than you now."

If Zhang Yuan's expression hadn't been so serious, Xue Ren might have believed it.

"Haha, you're the only one who still works hard.

I think it was those few days of being an art student that gave you an idea of ​​this aspect."

"Don't be dissatisfied. If you are dissatisfied, write it. You will envy your father."

Xue Ren snorted, threw the phone on the conference table and left.

Although I am so good, why don't people around me regard me as a role model?

Zhang Yuan felt in his heart that there must be something wrong.

However, there was no time to think about this issue for the time being. Zhang Yuan watched the video taken by Xue Ren attentively and thought it was very good.

I took pictures of myself looking handsome and elegant, and I have the style of a great calligrapher.

After feeling that there was nothing wrong with the video, Zhang Yuan directly uploaded it to Douyin and Weibo, and also added a text.

‘When you reach the top of the mountain, you can see all the mountains and small mountains.

I feel very lonely at the moment, so I wrote a poem to express my mood at this moment.’

The new king of the famous entertainment industry stopped singing and started writing poems instead, which surprised everyone.

'Where did you copy the poem Big Star?'

‘Have you searched on Qiandu?’

'I beg you, please be a human being and release the new song first. "Zhu Xian" has been discontinued for a long time. How is my Senior Sister Lu!'

'It's over, big stars really don't want to write songs anymore.'

‘Changing careers? Ye Qingjie!’

A netizen named Tushan Jushi forwarded Zhang Yuan’s video and commented seriously.

'The whole poem "Wang Yue" is full of passion and romance.

This poem should be about Mount Tai. As we all know, Dai is another name for Mount Tai.

There is not a single word "wang" in the whole poem, but it can describe the majestic atmosphere of Mount Tai.

I just searched for information about a big star, and found that he is still very young, but the atmosphere of this poem coincides with the ambition and spirit of young people.

It is really a blessing for China to have such a talented young poet.’

It was obvious that this Tushan layman had no idea what Zhang Yuan had done before, otherwise he would definitely have said something about being ashamed of being in the company of this person.

Some people who originally followed Zhang Yuan saw this video, and after it was forwarded by Master Tushan, they immediately broke out of the circle and entered the circle of ancient Chinese poetry and literature.

'This calligraphy is not worthy of this poem.'

A big shot in the calligraphy circle sighed and commented after Tushan's friend saw it.

'The use of running script is consistent with the artistic conception of this poem, but this person is still too young, so the meaning cannot be captured in the regular script.'

'You old men are too demanding, this young man is said to be only eighteen years old!'

A group of big guys didn't have anything like Weibo, so they started to quarrel in Tushan Jushi's vx circle of friends.

Finally, someone couldn't help but ask.

'My dear Tushan layman, go to that platform called Weibo and ask this young man if he has any other poems. We old men are a little greedy.'

Tu Shan was helpless when he saw this comment. He is over 40 years old, and he is still called a kid by others.

However, he did not dare to say anything. The person who made this request was an old professor from the Literature Department of Kyoto University. He was already over eighty this year. He had studied Chinese ancient poetry culture for a lifetime, and his status in the Chinese literary world could be called the king of the entertainment industry.

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Tushan layman hurriedly sent a private message to Zhang Yuan, but Zhang Yuan didn't pay much attention after posting on Weibo, and instead found Zhu Hao with the scroll.

"Senior, ask your uncle how my calligraphy is."

Zhu Hao was just joking about it, but Zhang Yuanzhen unexpectedly produced a piece of calligraphy.

"Brother Yuan, wait a minute, I'll take a photo for my dad."

The names Zhang Yuan and Zhu Hao use are actually quite strange. Zhang Yuan is right to call Zhu Hao senior, but in the end, Zhu Hao always calls him Brother Yuan.

Who let Zhang Yuan's creative ability overwhelm their Penicillin Band? Those who achieve first come first.

It took a few minutes for Zhu Hao's father to reply to the message.

"Brother Yuan, my father said that your calligraphy can only be considered at an average level, not as good as those masters.

But because of your age, your reputation, and the fact that you wrote this poem yourself, this poem has a certain collection value."

"You mean that if I become a calligrapher in the future, this calligraphy work will be valuable?"

"It's extremely valuable. This represents a generation of famous artist Zhang Yuan moving from youth to maturity!"

"Then how much money can your father pay to buy it?"

Zhu Hao touched his head, his feelings were waiting for him here.

"I'll ask again."

His dad is rich, and he usually cheats his dad out of his money. As long as there is no problem with the business, he will never be able to make enough money in this life.

Moreover, their family is engaged in industry, and it is impossible for the country to watch their industry collapse.

"My dad said he could offer one million Chinese coins, but if you have other poems similar to "Wang Yue", he would be willing to offer two million Chinese coins."

Huo Wenxi's eyelids jumped when he heard this.

Two million Chinese coins is a small sum of money to her, not even 1% of her assets can match it. But this is just a calligraphy work, and it is still relatively poor.

Huo Wenxi looked at it and found that even with Zhang Yuan's name on it, it could only be sold for 100,000 Chinese coins.
Chapter completed!