The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot novel Chapter 89

Chapter 89: 087 Ying Zijin’s calligraphy is too strong [Launch Event]

Zhong Zhiwan didn’t answer but asked again, “Senior Brother Lin, could you first give your opinion on how the calligraphy is?”

Lin Xi pondered for a long while before shaking his head, “It’s hard to say.”

Zhong Zhiwan was startled, “Why is it hard to say?”

“You shouldn’t judge this script by its seemingly casual strokes,” Lin Xi said as he picked up the scroll and pointed to one of the lines of poetry, “Look here, the dot stroke, structure, and layout could be called exquisite.”

“Moreover, it’s quite obvious that the person who wrote this did so in one breath without any pauses.”

He sighed softly, “To still be able to write so perfectly in this manner is truly amazing.”

Zhong Zhiwan came to a conclusion, “So you’re saying a high school student definitely couldn’t have written this?”

“A high school student?” Lin Xi chuckled, “Let alone a high school student, even teachers might not be capable of this.”

“Zhiwan, you’ve been learning with the teacher for over a decade, don’t you have any judgment of your own?”

Zhong Zhiwan thought so too, and she laughed; “Senior Brother Lin, I have little experience. Could you tell which school this calligraphy belongs to?”

Every calligraphy master has their own style, especially the unique ones that others can’t easily imitate.

“Hmm—” Lin Xi frowned and took another careful look, “It’s in semi-cursive script with a deep foundation, but the style isn’t very clear. It should be a work by Master Wei Hou.”

As he spoke, he took another scroll from the shelf in the study and opened it.

“Take a look, this is a piece by Master Wei Hou that I obtained from the teacher.”

Zhong Zhiwan glanced at it, trying to suppress the smile on her lips, “It does look quite similar.”

In truth, it wasn’t very similar; at least in her opinion, the piece that Ying Zijin cheated on was better than what Wei Hou had written.

Zhong Zhiwan pondered for a moment, then said, “Senior Brother Lin, can we go find Master Wei Hou now?”

Lin Xi thought for a while, “Okay.”

He made a phone call first to confirm Wei Hou was at home before driving Zhong Zhiwan to Wei Hou’s residence.

At that moment, Wei Hou was basking in the sun in his courtyard.

He was over fifty and his stature in the art world was not low.

However, Wei Hou hadn’t picked up his brush for several years now and had no new works. No one knew the reason.

“Master Wei Hou,” Lin Xi greeted, “This is my junior, Zhong Zhiwan.”

Wei Hou squinted his eyes, putting on airs, “What is it?”

Lin Xi stepped forward, handing him the scroll, “Is this your work?”

Wei Hou originally didn’t care until he saw the script on the scroll, whereupon a sharp gleam appeared in his eyes.

“It’s my practice work.” He held the scroll and smiled amicably, “Little Lin, how did it end up with you?”

“Zhiwan brought it.” Lin Xi also smiled, “Master Wei Hou, after several years, your foundation seems even more solid.”

“Naturally.” Wei Hou waved his hand dismissively, “If there’s nothing else, you can go.”

“Senior Brother Lin, I still have something to discuss with Master Wei Hou,” Zhong Zhiwan pursed her lips, “I’ll be back in a moment.”

Lin Xi didn’t ask any questions and nodded before leaving.

Only Wei Hou and Zhong Zhiwan were left in the room.

Zhong Zhiwan spoke up directly, “Master Wei Hou, I know this script wasn’t written by you.”

Wei Hou was taken aback and awkwardly replied, “Little Zhong, what are you talking about?”

“But this piece could be passed as yours,” Zhong Zhiwan smiled with implication, “Master Wei Hou, you have your own seal, don’t you?”

**

April 6th.

Verdant had arranged the venue early on and hung an advertising sign at the school gate.

Not only would masters from the art world be attending today, but also quite a few media outlets.

To maintain fairness, Verdant’s art festival always streamed live on the internet.