Chapter 385 Never Meddle in Others’ Business_1

"My goodness! They’ve actually reached a price of thirty-five million!"

Ye Qinghuang covered her little mouth with her hand, her delicate face filled with astonishment.

Such a piece of calligraphy, totaling no more than a hundred characters, was auctioned for thirty-five million!

Calculating it, that’s over three hundred thousand for a single character!

"Who knew you had such skill."

Su Qinwei said with a smile, nudging Yin Tian with her elbow, "If our family ever becomes too poor to even open the pot, you just have to sell some of your writing, and we’ll have money again, won’t we?"

"Stop messing around."

Yin Tian frowned, pretended to be angry, and playfully flicked Su Qinwei’s delicate nose, "How could there ever be such a day?"

Seeing that he hadn’t spoken, the crowd had already started the auction on their own, even reaching such a high price, Fan Mingyuan touched his nose awkwardly, "Everyone, everyone, please calm down."

"Sir Wang does not intend to sell this piece of calligraphy; he plans to keep it for his collection. If you all like it, you can visit him in the future."

Upon hearing this, the crowd suddenly deflated.

This piece of writing was truly extraordinary; their eyes lit up with desire, and they really wanted to take this piece of calligraphy home.

But considering Sir Wang’s status in the literary world, they could not possibly forcibly take it.

Fan Mingyuan waved at the employees holding the framed calligraphy, worried that if it remained there, the people would certainly not give up easily.

"Alright, everyone, the appreciation and auction session is over. Now, let’s start the calligraphy exchange."

As Fan Mingyuan spoke, he clapped his hands.

Immediately, employees came out again.

Some carried tables, and others brought brushes, ink, paper, and inkstones.

Soon, twenty tables had been set up in the open space of the exhibition hall.

"If you’re confident in your calligraphy skills, feel free to come forward and write. Afterwards, once Sir Wang arrives, he will give his comments. If you truly meet his standards, you will be accepted as a Disciple and become our fellow disciple."

Fan Mingyuan spoke with a beaming smile.

Upon hearing this, everyone showed an eager-to-try expression.

Even those who originally had no intentions of seeking mentorship were now visibly impassioned.

And the reason they wanted to become apprentices was because of Yin Tian’s calligraphy!

After all, becoming a disciple of Sir Wang meant they could visit him anytime to admire his works.

If Yin Tian knew about their true intentions, he wouldn’t know quite what to say.

"Everyone, please begin."

Having said this, Fan Mingyuan put down the microphone and handed the stage over to the crowd.

Very quickly, someone stepped forward, picked up the brush from a table, and began to write on the paper.

"Excellent!"

"What a good piece of writing!"

"These few strokes, they couldn’t be executed without a decade or more of practice!"

Commendations abounded.

But as more and more people came to the stage, even more inferior writings were taken away.

The twenty best pieces of calligraphy always remained on the tables.

"Humph, watch this!"

The man who had first mocked Jiang Qingwu now approached a table with an air of conceit and picked up a brush.

Putting aside other things, this man really did embody the ancient scholars’ pride in their talents.

The brush was dipped full of ink, and the man began to write on the paper with swift movements.

Astonished gasps rose from the crowd.

Because the characters written by this man also depicted the Seven Kills Stele of King Daxi from the late Ming dynasty!

Although he tried hard to convey the deeper meaning within, he ultimately fell short due to his inadequate level of skill, capturing only the form without the essence.

But in the world, there was only one Yin Tian.

If it weren’t for the prior example of Yin Tian’s masterpiece, this man’s writing would have been considered quite good.

Soon, the man put down the brush with triumphant glee, "Ladies and gentlemen, I yield the floor."

The senior Disciple frowned deeply, looked at the writing for a long time, and then waved his hand, directing the staff to remove all the other twenty pieces, leaving only this one.

This meant that currently, this was the only piece considered the best in the venue!

People exchanged silent glances.

Everyone at the event knew calligraphy, and upon seeing this piece, they knew they couldn’t possibly win.

The man looked around proudly and then stretched out his hand to pick up his calligraphy.

After that, he actually pushed through the crowd and came directly in front of Yin Tian.

Slap!

He slapped the writing on the table and provocatively looked at Yin Tian, "Since you have an invitation, surely someone here was invited. Now that you’ve come, why not go up and write a piece?"

"What’s it to you?"

Yin Tian raised his hand and spoke very seriously.

"This calligraphy event is meant to be a friendly exchange. If you don’t participate, could it be that you think we’re not qualified, not worthy to be your friends?"

The man’s words were quite ambiguous, clearly setting a trap for Yin Tian.

If Yin Tian indeed admitted it, that would mean offending everyone present.

Yin Tian glanced at the man, "In the mountain where I lived as a child, there was an old man, one hundred and seven years old. Do you know why he lived so long?"

"What do you mean?"

"Because he never meddled in other people’s business."