The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot novel Chapter 92

Chapter 92: 090 The Vest Fell Off Like That [3 Updates]

Lin Xi was startled.

He didn’t know why Sheng Qingtang would ask such a question, but still answered, “Yes, President Sheng, last Saturday I had just delivered this piece of calligraphy to Master Wei Hou. He said it was his practice work.”

“Practice work?” Sheng Qingtang held back, nearly falling in the temptation to slap him, remembering this was not his own son.

He burst into an angry laugh, “With Wei Hou’s crappy handwriting, he has the nerve to say this calligraphy is his practice work? Is he worthy?!”

With that statement, the expressions of the other art masters around them changed.

Even though Sheng Qingtang was focused on calligraphy, he had also made achievements in traditional Chinese painting and sculpture, holding a very high position in the art world, almost unmatched.

He had a quirky temper and had no apprentices under him.

But this did not prevent the other art masters from respecting him deeply.

Since Sheng Qingtang had said so, he must have recognized something.

Lin Xi was taken aback.

“Now, right away, bring that fool Wei Hou to me!” Sheng Qingtang shouted angrily at the Chairman of Shanghai Art Association, “I want to see him within ten minutes.”

“President Sheng, please calm down, calm down,” the Chairman of Shanghai Art Association quickly apologized, “I’ll go right away. You’ve just been discharged from the hospital recently, you should not get angry.”

“You don’t worry about me…” Sheng Qingtang began to lose his temper again but then saw the girl to his front right casting a glance at him.

Light and indifferent.

Sheng Qingtang immediately quieted down.

This was bad.

He had forgotten that Divine Doctor Ying was here.

If he accidentally hurt his head again, there might be no one to treat him.

“Cough cough.” Sheng Qingtang cleared his throat, feeling somewhat guilty. He waved his hand, his face stern, “Be quick about it.”

“Yes, yes, yes.”

The Chairman of Shanghai Art Association hurried off.

The chat exploded again.

[Holy shit, who is this old man? Why does even the Chairman of Shanghai Art Association show him so much respect?]

[And he also said Wei Hou is not worthy of writing those words. Although I don’t know why, it oddly feels convincing.]

[Ahhhh, it’s Sheng Qingtang!!!]

[I’m totally confused, who is Sheng Qingtang?]

[Front row to educate, Sheng Qingtang, the former president of Hua Country Calligraphers Association, is proficient in Clerical Script, Regular Script, Cursive Script, Large Seal Script, and Small Seal Script. Each piece of his work starts at ten million. He also has skills in traditional Chinese painting, printmaking, sculpture, and was once invited to O Continent to participate in a sculpture competition, overpowering other countries, winning the laurel.]

[Three years ago, Sheng Qingtang retired as president of the Hua Country Calligraphers Association and went into seclusion, even his colleagues couldn’t find him, didn’t expect to see him here today.]

[If he can dominate over other countries of O Continent, how strong is his sculpture?]

[Holy crap, Verdant even managed to invite Sheng Qingtang, the principal is too awesome, watching this live stream instead of going to work today was totally worth it.]

Therefore, the chat was filled with praise for the principal’s prowess.

Principal: “…”

He didn’t have it.

He didn’t have such a big influence, and he was also perplexed.

**

Below the stage.

Zhong Zhiwan’s nails dug into her palm, her eyes growing red with anger.

Sheng Qingtang actually knew that the scroll wasn’t written by Wei Hou?

But why would Sheng Qingtang condescend to come here?

Could it be that the calligraphy was written by Sheng Qingtang?

Zhong Zhiwan frowned.

No, that couldn’t be.

Sheng Qingtang’s personal style was too distinct, and his semi-cursive script was not of this type.

As long as Wei Hou didn’t admit it, Sheng Qingtang had no evidence.

Even if something happened, it wouldn’t involve her, after all, it was Wei Hou’s own greed.

Zhong Zhiwan steadied herself and breathed a slight sigh of relief.

**

Before ten minutes passed, the Chairman of Shanghai Art Association returned.

Behind him, two staff members were helping Wei Hou walk in this direction.

Wei Hou’s face was pale, the result of motion sickness, and he had thrown up several times before.

Lin Xi called out, “Master Wei Hou.”

Wei Hou was too proud to pay attention to a junior.

He didn’t even glance at Lin Xi, coughed a few times, stepped forward, and said very respectfully, “President Sheng, I was not aware of your visit. My apologies for not greeting you sooner.”

“My apologies for not greeting you sooner?” Sheng Qingtang looked at him coldly, “If you were here to greet me, that would only shorten my lifespan!”

Wei Hou’s face darkened, “President Sheng, what do you mean by that?”

It was only because Sheng Qingtang was twenty years his senior that he managed to secure the position of president of the Hua Country Calligraphers Association.

If they were peers, could Sheng Qingtang beat him?

“What do I mean?” Sheng Qingtang scoffed, picking up the scroll, “He says this calligraphy is written by you, what do you have to say?”

Wei Hou looked over and his eyelid twitched.

He had a deep impression of the scroll.

It was a level he wouldn’t be able to achieve even with another ten years of practice.

Wei Hou, long established in the art world, recognized many people and could tell at a glance that this scroll did not belong to any famous calligrapher.