Entertainment Dad: A father sings the whole school!

Chapter 438 Versailles of Chiguoguo!
Up to now, Tang Yu, Yang Fan, and Ding Dong have known each other for a while.

All three knew each other.

The impression Yang Fan left on Tang Yu was that he was a typical rich man.

Rich, tasteful, know how to enjoy.

He is warm and generous, and never hesitates to donate money.

For music, I have a strong interest and some talent.

But if you let Yang Fan, a handsome and wealthy son, sit there in a proper manner and play with the four treasures of the study...

That picture is so beautiful!
Tang Yu couldn't bear to imagine such a wonderful scene.

Damn, that was too much torture!

"Brother, I finally understand how you feel."

"If you are asked to write calligraphy, isn't that playing the piano to the cow?"

Tang Yu looked at Yang Fan sympathetically, and patted Yang Fan on the shoulder.

Yang Fan was moved to tears: "Brother Yu, it's good that you understand me..."

Ding Dong looked sad, sighed and said: "Junior brother, I understand you too."

"In the future, you can eat whatever you want, and you can go wherever you want to see."

"Listen to brother, this person lives forever, we can't come in vain..."

After Ding Dong finished speaking, Yang Fan wanted to cry even more.

As for what, brother?
Isn't it just an inheritance of a family business?

How to put it, it seems that I am terminally ill and my time is numbered.

"I really can't tell that your grandfather is actually the president of the Calligraphy Association? I don't think you have the slightest bit of elegance in your body."

"Fanzi, are you sure it's your grandfather?"

At this time, Tang Yu couldn't help but tease him.

When Ding Dong heard the words, he immediately shook his head with laughter.

Yang Fan said aggrievedly: "Brother Yu, why are you following the example of Senior Brother to bully me?"

"Of course it's my grandfather, so is it still fake?"

As he said that, Yang Fan let out a long sigh, and said helplessly:
"The main reason is that the old man has issued a death order, so I have to go back tomorrow to check whether my calligraphy has been ruined over the years..."

"How dare I?"

"The last time I touched a brush was when I wore crotch pants!"

As soon as these words came out, Tang Yu and Ding Dong couldn't help laughing again.

Ding Dong asked curiously: "Fanzi, if the old man is not satisfied, what will happen to you?"

Yang Fan glanced at the two of them, and said bitterly:
"Grandpa said, if I pass the test, I will be grounded in Yanjing from now on, and I will practice calligraphy honestly."

"When he is decent and able to meet people, he is eligible to inherit the hundreds of millions of assets left by his old man."

Tang Yu:? ?

Ding Dong:? ?

The two opened their mouths wide, completely dumbfounded.

I didn't know what to say for a moment.

Good guy!
Is it hundreds of millions of assets at every turn?

This is clearly Versailles!
Is this how calligraphers make money?

Tang Yu's heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly felt that it was necessary for him to start an extra side job.

"So, Brother Yu, how is your calligraphy?"

"I see that you are so good at opera, which is the quintessence of the country. By analogy, your calligraphy should be passable, right?"

After finishing speaking, Yang Fan turned his eyes to Tang Yu again, as if he saw a savior, full of longing and hope.

As for fellow disciple Ding Dong...

Yang Fan never had any hope at all, not even a trace of luck.

nonsense!

Just Ding Dong's two strokes are the same as ghost drawing symbols!
It's not as good as writing it yourself!

Hearing this, Tang Yu smiled calmly:
"Barely, it's a little understanding."

"At most, it's a bit basic, but it's hard to be elegant!"

Hearing that Tang Yu said it was a bit basic, a smile burst into Yang Fan's face, and he said excitedly;
"No problem, no problem, a little foundation is enough!"

"If I hadn't lost all my foundation, I wouldn't be able to do it myself!"

"This time, as long as we can fool around in front of the old man, we're done. As long as we don't get grounded, we can say anything!"

After all, Yang Fan had an idea, slapped his forehead, and said happily:
"That's right! I'm really confused!"

"Such a simple method, why can't you think of it?"

Yang Fan looked at Tang Yu in a hurry, and laughed loudly:

"Brother Yu, why don't you write me a picture now."

"I'll take it back tomorrow and say I wrote it!"

"When grandpa and his old man are happy, maybe this matter will be exposed!"

Before Tang Yu could speak, Yang Fan got up in a hurry, walked out of the box and shouted:

"Boss, do you have the Four Treasures of the Study?"

"If you have it, prepare it quickly. If you don't have it, buy it and send it to me. Money is not a problem!"

Yang Fan's domineering voice instantly made the restaurant owner tremble three times.

Besides, Yang Fan is also a regular customer. The boss knows that this is a rich owner, so he dare not offend him.

So, the boss immediately sent a nimble waiter to buy the Four Treasures of the Study for Yang Fan.

But for a long time, the pen, ink, paper and inkstone and other utensils were all prepared in the box.

"Come on, brother Yu, it's time for you to show your talents!"

"Don't lose the chain, brother's future life freedom is in your hands!"

Yang Fan couldn't help but dragged Tang Yu to the small table where the rice paper was placed.

Looking at the pure white rice paper in front of him, Tang Yu had no choice but to roll up his sleeves and prepare to write:

"Fanzi, let's put our ugly words first..."

"It's no problem to help you write a picture."

"But if you don't pass the test, or if you're cheating, don't confess me. If your grandfather comes to Suzhou and Hangzhou from Yanjing to settle accounts with me, then I'll be really screwed!"

"Success, it's a deal!"

Yang Fan burst into a smile, and quickly made a promise:
"Brother Yu, don't worry, don't you understand me as a person?"

"I, Yang Fan, will definitely not be able to do things like betraying my brother!"

"OK then."

"I'll just give you a hand."

"It's only this time, it won't happen next time."

Seeing that the words have come to this point, Tang Yu knew that riding a tiger would be difficult, and he might not be able to do without writing.

After mastering the brush and ink skillfully, Tang Yu raised the brush with a serious expression on his face.

He stared straight at the blank rice paper, and didn't write for a long time.

But Yang Fan straightened his back and waited quietly.

Because he has great confidence in Tang Yu, which can be seen from the professional movement of grinding ink just now.

Tang Yu's calligraphy is absolutely outstanding!

Although Ding Dong doesn't know calligraphy, he is also looking forward to it.

The reason is very simple...

Old Tang is used to being modest, and often hides his secrets.

Since Old Tang dared to agree, there must be something!
For a while, Yang Fan and Ding Dong who were watching were holding their breaths, their eyes extremely expectant.

After a full two or three minutes, Tang Yu, who was motionless, suddenly raised his elbow, bent his arms, and started his performance.

(End of this chapter)