Everyone has their idols.
The difference is, Chen Hanlu's idols are not celebrities in the entertainment industry.
She has several idols.
Academician Yuan Longping, the father of hybrid rice.
Qian Xuesen, the father of missiles.
Deng Jiaxian, a founding member of the "Two Bombs, One Satellite" project.
And researchers who have made significant contributions to the country.
However, these people are her faith.
Besides them, there is also a renowned calligrapher whom she respects.
Yuan Shuo, the Vice President of the Jiuzhou Calligraphy Association.
Chen Nan's use of Yuan Shuo's calligraphy aroused her disgust and anger.
"Chen Nan, you have truly redefined my understanding of you," Chen Hanlu said, getting more and more angry. "Just because I copied a few sentences from a newspaper in my fifth-grade essay, you berated me harshly."
"You even said that plagiarism is shameful, that plagiarism is for dogs!"
"But now, you have used Master Yuan's calligraphy without permission."
"Have you forgotten what you told me back then?"
"As I see it, you are a typical hypocrite!"
"What the hell, when did I ever use Yuan Shuo's calligraphy? I wrote this myself, with my own hand. What does it have to do with Yuan Shuo?"
Chen Nan was completely bewildered.
He hated being wronged more than anything in his life.
If not for that, he wouldn't have gone to prison three years ago with deep resentment.
Let alone being wronged by Chen Hanlu.
He needed to clear his name.
Even if it meant saying these four characters were written by him.
"What did you say? You wrote these four characters?" Chen Hanlu sneered. "Do you expect me to believe you? You, who doesn't even know how to hold a brush, can write these four characters?"
"It's not that I look down on you, but even if you had practiced calligraphy since childhood, you wouldn't have this level of skill at your age."
"Plagiarism itself isn't the problem."
"The real problem is not daring to admit it."
"You are truly disappointing!"
"Alright, alright, stop arguing. The priority is to take down the plaque. If Yuan Kang comes with reporters, it will be difficult to handle if things escalate!" Tan Liangliang interrupted the siblings' quarrel. "Is there a ladder..."
"What are you looking for a ladder for? Trying to destroy evidence?"
Yuan Kang arrived at the clinic with reporters from Jiuzhou Television and Yuan Kui, the Vice President of the Jiuzhou Association.
He wore a playful smile on his face. "Chen Nan, Chen Nan, I have a question for you: did you get your grandfather's permission before using his calligraphy?"
"Do you know that using someone else's work without their permission is an act of infringement?"
"Even if you are a doctor, you can't disregard our country's laws, can you?"
"I just don't understand, how can someone with such a corrupted morality like you be a doctor?"
Seeing this, Tan Liangliang inwardly cursed his bad luck.
He was ultimately too late.
The situation had already escalated beyond their control.
Looking at their aggressive demeanor, it was certain they would ruin Chen Nan's reputation this time.
In contrast, Chen Hanlu wore a cold smile.
As if saying, let's see how you'll get out of this.
A beautiful young woman holding a microphone appeared in front of Chen Nan and directly thrust the microphone towards his mouth. "Hello, Mr. Chen. I am Xu Fan, a reporter from the Jiuzhou Television program 'Help the People'. We received a tip that you have used someone else's calligraphy without permission. How do you respond to this?"
Chen Nan's face darkened. "Can I swear?"
Xu Fan: "Uh, you'd better mind your image, as our program is being broadcast live!"
'Help the People' was Jiuzhou's hottest livelihood program.
Unlike other programs, its broadcast time was irregular.
Yes, sometimes it wouldn't air for a week.
But once it aired, it was guaranteed to attract astonishing ratings in Jiuzhou.
The reason was simple.
The program was very down-to-earth.
There was no script.
And it was broadcast live.
The program's content was also simple: helping ordinary people protect their rights.
Of course.
The biggest draw was the astonishing remarks made on the show.
As well as some bizarre behaviors.
Therefore.
The program 'Help the People' was affectionately known as "A Hundred Scenes of the World."
"I'm minding my image?" Chen Nan snorted heavily. "You're pointing your cameras at me without understanding the situation. Have you given me a chance to mind my image?"
"While you have the right to interview, don't I also have the right to refuse?"
"Why are you so angry? Why refuse the interview? Are you guilty?" Xu Fan wasn't angry, as she encountered this situation in every interview.
Chen Nan suppressed his anger and politely asked, "Can you send my regards to your great-aunt?"
A hint of anger flashed across Xu Fan's face. "Please be respectful."
Chen Nan looked confused. "Was I disrespectful to you?"
People watching on television were amused.
Xu Fan was known as the "Queen of Jiuzhou Television."
Not only because of her good looks but also her sharp wit.
But now, she had clearly met her match!
If you say Chen Nan was polite, it was obviously not quite right.
But if you say he was impolite, wasn't he politely sending regards to Xu Fan's great-aunt?
"Chen Nan, these words are meaningless," Yuan Kang interjected. "We are here to ask you why you used my grandfather's calligraphy for commercial purposes without his permission."
Chen Nan looked at Yuan Shuo beside Yuan Kang. "Old man, is he your grandson?"
Chen Hanlu angrily said, "Chen Nan, you'd better be respectful in front of Master Yuan."
Chen Nan ignored his younger sister, who was clearly siding with outsiders, and stared at Yuan Kui with sharp, eagle-like eyes. "Old man, answer me, did you write these four characters?"
Yuan Kui, in his sixties, was dressed in a black Zhongshan suit, exuding an air of refinement. He stood with his hands behind his back and said calmly, "These four characters were indeed written by this old man, there is no doubt about it."
Chen Nan laughed in anger. "Are you really sure you wrote these four characters?"
Yuan Kui said proudly, "How could this old man make a mistake in his writing?"
"Although this old man has not written these four characters together before, they are indeed my handwriting."
"There's no need for me to answer this personally."
"Anyone who knows this old man can recognize that these characters came from his hand!"
Yuan Kang burst into laughter. "Chen Nan, my grandfather is the Vice President of our Jiuzhou Calligraphy Association. Many people are familiar with his handwriting, so there's no mistake here."
"By the way, why do you seem so unwilling?"
"At this point, there's no need for you to be stubborn."
"It's no big deal to generously admit that you used my grandfather's calligraphy."
"You just need to apologize to my grandfather in public."
"And take down and destroy the sign."
"Why make such a fuss?"
"Are you really shameless?"
Asking Chen Nan to take down the sign in public and destroy it.
It had to be said, Yuan Kang's move was truly a heart-wrenching blow.
After all, a sign is the facade of a shop. Who would destroy their own sign?
"What evidence do you have that these characters were written by you?" Chen Nan's eyes blazed with anger as he stared intently at Yuan Kui.
A hint of disdain flickered across Yuan Kui's lips. "Then what evidence do you have that I didn't write them?"
Chen Nan was furious. "The reason is simply that I wrote them myself. Is that reason enough?"
Yuan Kang sneered. "Yo yo yo, bragging without a draft. Who do you think you are?"
"You can write these four characters?"
"It's not that I'm looking down on you, but even if you practiced calligraphy in the womb, you wouldn't be able to write these four characters!"
"Let alone you."
"Even my grandfather, the Vice President of the Jiuzhou Calligraphy Association."
"He has practiced clerical script for nearly fifty years to achieve his current skill."
"If you, at your young age, can write these four characters."
"Then what face would he have to live in this world?"