"Yes."
Chen Guangyang nodded and said, "Even Fan Liren, a titan of our capital's art scene, has praised his calligraphy, saying he cannot compare to Wan Yunting's mastery."
"I have to admit that kid has some skill. I heard his calligraphy is being hawked outside for tens of millions," Fang Tai said, holding a beauty in his arms and crossing his legs while drinking.
Ouyang Liqun took a sip of wine, a sinister smile playing on his lips. He then turned to the young man in the red suit sitting to Chen Guangyang's left and asked, "A Ming, how are things in the US?"
The rich young man, Huang Zhiming, nodded respectfully and said, "Young Master Qun, everything is normal at home. Regarding the matter you assigned, that Jiang Wenhao returned to the US a few days ago. It's said he's been inquiring about our affairs recently!"
"Heh heh."
Ouyang Liqun raised his wine glass, a smile on his lips. Fang Tai and Chen Guangyang turned their gazes to him. Ouyang Liqun chuckled, "It's time to let Wan Yunting make a trip to the US!"
Huang Zhiming nodded, "Understood. I'll have someone take care of it later!"
Fang Tai and Chen Guangyang smirked. Ouyang Liqun continued drinking, watching the sexy women dancing on stage. Then, Fang Tai leaned in and grinned mischievously, "Young Master Qun, I've found a group of schoolgirls, all virgins. How about I call them in for you?"
Ouyang Liqun's eyes narrowed, his smile vanishing. He then unhesitatingly brought the wine glass in his hand down onto Fang Tai's head...
Bang!
"Ah..."
The glass shattered, accompanied by Fang Tai's scream. Chen Guangyang and Huang Zhiming were so startled that they immediately got up and knelt on the ground. The women also turned pale, all kneeling down, heads bowed, trembling, and afraid to make a sound...
Ouyang Liqun, his demeanor changing in an instant, grabbed Fang Tai's collar and yanked him up. Seeing the blood flowing from his split forehead, he roared at him menacingly, "Are you trying to get us all killed, huh?"
"Young Master Qun, Young Master Qun, I was wrong..."
Fang Tai, his face filled with terror, trembled uncontrollably and kept shaking his head, admitting his mistake...
"Bastard."
Ouyang Liqun shoved him back onto the sofa and then turned to glare at Chen Guangyang and Huang Zhiming who were kneeling beside him, shouting angrily, "Haven't I warned you before? You can do whatever you want abroad, but this is China. If you dare to cause trouble and attract attention here again, don't blame me for being harsh!"
"Yes, yes, yes, Young Master Qun, please calm your anger. I'll send those students back right away..."
Chen Guangyang, trembling, quickly stood up and hurried to call someone to go upstairs with him to escort the group of sixteen to eighteen-year-old schoolgirls out of the mansion and send them back...
As for these schoolgirls, they were naturally lured here and had no idea what kind of place it was, let alone recognize Ouyang Liqun...
"Fang Tai, this is your final warning. If you repeat this, I'll bury you myself!" Ouyang Liqun turned back and pointed at Fang Tai, who was kneeling on the ground, trembling, covering his bleeding head with one hand, giving him a final, stern warning.
"Yes, yes, Young Master Qun, I remember. I definitely won't dare next time. No, no, no, there won't be a next time. Please calm your anger..." Fang Tai, enveloped by Ouyang Liqun's killing intent, trembled and said fearfully with his head down, not daring to utter a word of objection.
Ouyang Liqun snorted coldly and turned to leave. A stunningly beautiful woman stepped forward and used a silk scarf to wipe the blood from his hand, which had also been cut when the wine glass exploded.
However, Ouyang Liqun's harsh warning to Fang Tai was to prevent them from causing trouble in China and attracting attention!
After all, this was not abroad. If their activities were discovered in China, even Ouyang Liqun, as a scion of the Ouyang family, one of the five great families in the capital, could not withstand the severe punishment of Chinese law!
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"Good calligraphy, truly good calligraphy..."
At this moment, in the spacious study on the first basement level of Wan Yunting's villa, the previous owner had been fond of calligraphy, so a large study was built. A simple yet grand desk was equipped with all the writing implements. Wan Yunting held a brush in his right hand, writing a poem in Cursive script. Pang Yuan, who was standing nearby, couldn't stop praising it, only to be met with Ma Zhendong's scorn, "Can you even understand what you're saying, calling it good?"
"Pfft..."
Several sisters-in-law standing beside them covered their mouths and giggled. Pang Yuan shot Ma Zhendong a look and said grumpily, "Nonsense, can you understand it?"
Ma Zhendong immediately pointed to the poem Wan Yunting had written and said, "This is Li Bai's 'Viewing the Waterfall at Mount Lu,' 'Sunshine strikes the Incense Burner, emitting purple smoke...'..."
Pang Yuan looked at Ma Zhendong with astonishment after he recited the poem and said, "Not bad, Old Ma. You can recognize such cursive characters. Are you guessing?"
"Haha..."
Li Guohao, standing nearby, couldn't help but burst into laughter. Forget Pang Yuan; even he, his second brother, and Lu Xiaodie could barely understand Wan Yunting's cursive calligraphy.
"Hmph, Grandpa taught me this."
Ma Zhendong pointed to his father, Ma Jianguo, standing beside him. He looked at the calligraphy Wan Yunting had written and nodded in praise, "Xiao Wan's calligraphy is indeed excellent. The strokes are powerful, casual, and natural, exuding a divine charm and a majestic flow like a soaring dragon."
"Uncle Ma, you flatter me."
Wan Yunting cupped his hands in a humble greeting and smiled.
"Then give me this piece."
Pang Yuan rushed forward, striking first and picking up the calligraphy. Ma Jianguo and Ma Zhendong quickly intervened, "Hey, you dare to snatch it from me when I'm standing here? Put it down."
Pang Yuan grinned at Ma Jianguo, "Old Master, this poem is suitable for me. You can ask Yun Ting to write another one for you."
"No, Old Pang. My father fancied this piece. Put it down..." Ma Zhendong grabbed Pang Yuan's arm and said loudly, pointing at him.
"Hey, Yun Ting isn't writing it for you, so why are you arguing about who gets it first..."
Pang Yuan glared and shouted at Ma Zhendong. This made You Yumin, who was behind them, anxious, "Old Pang, hurry and give the calligraphy to Old Ma. Why are you snatching it..."
Seeing Pang Yuan and Ma Zhendong arguing over the calligraphy, causing his second brother and sister-in-law to feel embarrassed, Wan Yunting quickly intervened, "Alright, alright, don't argue. I'll write more now. All of you will get one tonight, okay?"
"See? Yun Ting is writing for you."
Pang Yuan took the opportunity to put away the calligraphy, giving Ma Zhendong a sideways glance. Ma Jianguo stood beside him and said, "Xiao Wan, I'll recite a poem, and you can write it in cursive for me, okay?"
"Of course, Uncle Ma, you recite."
Wan Yunting nodded with a smile, picked up his brush, and dipped it in ink, scraping the tip on the inkstone. Ma Jianguo's old eyes widened, and he recited, "Drunk, I pick up my sword and look at the lamp; in dreams, I hear the bugle call across the camps..."
"Xin Qiji's 'Poem on Breaking the Formation.' This poem is excellent."
Upon hearing the old man recite this battle-hardened poem, Pang Yuan, Li Guohao, and others nodded in agreement. Even Wan Yunting's spirit was lifted. The brush in his hand unconsciously transformed into a sword. As the old man recited the poem with powerful, resonant tones, Wan Yunting's brush strokes surged with latent energy, moving swiftly across the Xuan paper...
It was as if he saw ancient battlefields, a sword thrusting and killing. Each stroke, each step, each sword thrust, the black ink resembled the rivers of blood flowing on the battlefield. Ma Zhendong and Li Guohao, standing beside him, were deeply captivated by the brush in Wan Yunting's hand, as if they could hear the sounds of hooves and combat on the battlefield...
"Fulfilling the king's affairs for the realm, winning fame in life and after death. Alas, my hair has turned white!"
As Ma Jianguo's final line, filled with emotion, slowly faded, it was as if he, like Xin Qiji of old, woke from a dream only to find his hair had turned white!
This was the old man's favorite poem. Perhaps he had also served the country with great achievements, hence his profound feelings.
At the same time, Wan Yunting withdrew his brush, and a piece of calligraphy imbued with sword intent appeared on the Xuan paper. In particular, one stroke was like a long sword piercing forward, causing Ma Zhendong, standing nearby, to be suddenly energized and exclaim excitedly, "The momentum is like a rainbow. Yun Ting, your calligraphy makes me see the momentum of ancient battlefield combat. It's truly good calligraphy."
"Indeed."
Li Guohao's eyes widened, and he involuntarily gave Wan Yunting a thumbs-up, saying, "It feels like a sword is piercing towards me, striking fear into one's heart, with immense killing intent."
"Hmm, this piece is more imposing than the previous one..."
Even the sisters-in-law like Cheng Qiuhe, Liu Yajie, You Yumin, and Wang Chulin, who didn't understand calligraphy, nodded in praise, all feeling that Wan Yunting's latest piece had more spirit than the previous one.
"Little brother, you used sword intent again!"
Lu Xiaodie said, looking at his calligraphy.
Wan Yunting nodded and smiled, "After listening to the old man recite this poem, I couldn't help but feel a resonance, but I've already restrained it."
Lu Xiaodie nodded. Although his calligraphy still contained the essence of sword intent, it was much more restrained than the one he had gifted her. Otherwise, it would have been another startling scene like the one at the Lanting Award competition...
Old Master Ma Jianguo was very fond of this piece and said with a laugh, "I'll have someone frame it later and hang it in the living room for everyone to appreciate."
Wan Yunting smiled, "I'll have someone frame it and deliver it to you tomorrow."
"Alright, then can you write another one for me in the Slender Gold style?" Ma Jianguo asked with a happy smile.
"Oh my, just asking Xiao Wan to write one is enough, and you want two."
Aunt Huang Xiue shot him a glare. Ma Jianguo also glanced at the old woman and said, "Who told Xiao Wan his calligraphy is so good? I want to go back and brag to Old Chen and the others, is that not allowed?"
This remark made Ma Zhendong and Pang Yuan laugh. They knew that at his age, the old man enjoyed showing off and comparing these things...
After that, Wan Yunting wrote another piece in the Slender Gold style for Ma Jianguo, and of course, he didn't forget Ma Zhendong, Pang Yuan, Li Guohao, and the others. Even his second brother couldn't resist asking for one to hang in his living room...
Naturally, Pang Yuan and Ma Zhendong wouldn't sell the calligraphy they received, even though they weren't short of money; they wouldn't do such a thing...