Rebirth Business Woman: Major General, You Have Lost Again

  Chapter 322 See the true chapter under calligraphy

  Because it is an office area, there is a limited space to clear out the game, and there are partitions in the middle of each table. At first, most people gathered around Zhang Ting, and occasionally looked at the girl from a distance, only to see the other party lowering their heads and messing around. The glasses on the bridge of the nose were bulky and ugly, which was really not as pleasing to the eyes as the handsome Zhang Ting.

  Humans are subjective animals, and the superficial evaluation of things is often preconceived.

  People are ugly and don’t know how to dress up, and the characters they write must also be earthworms, crooked and crooked.

  Nothing wrong.

  So amidst the suspense of the female staff, many people still felt that this was because the girl’s writing was too ugly, and they walked over to watch it in the mood of reading a joke.

  Then, the first person who passed by stopped moving, and the second person also stood blankly and didn't come back again...

  When Zhang Ting came back to her senses, she found that the circle of people who had originally surrounded her all ran to the girl's side, and one or two of them were quiet and a little weird.

  "What is sensational..." frowning unhappily, Zhang Ting didn't feel that the other party had any real ability. In her heart, she sneered at the girl's use of the side door to grab the limelight, and she was also filled with unspeakable anger.

  The next moment, I heard a clear and faint voice from the middle of the crowd, "Okay."

  If you just listen to the voice, Yomo will make people mistakenly think that she is a family lady who has a sense of self-cultivation.

  Huh, pretending to be.

  Zhang Ting just pinched her nose and thought, and in the next moment, she heard the gasp of one after another in the crowd, as if the soul had returned to the body, the silence was suddenly broken.

  "This...isn't it a painting?" Someone said such a sentence indefinitely, and the tone of voice could not be concealed by surprise and surprise.

  "Why do I look at this style as if..." Some people seemed to have discovered something, and their eyes widened for a moment, as if they couldn't talk about it in disbelief.

Zhang Ting looked at the obviously wrong style of painting, and she couldn't bear to lift her chin and walked over, raising her eyebrows: "Since everything is good, then show it to me to see how much you can match. Arrogant character."

  She was sarcastically speaking, and when everyone turned her head after speaking, she squeezed in with her eyes higher than the top, her gaze slowly fell, and she glanced at the desktop with disdain.

   was just a glance, and she was completely shocked on the spot.

  The long-axis size white rice paper has been dyed with ink at this time, no, there are other colors.

More than two-thirds of the long piece of paper is a landscape of Meishan Yuandai. The blue ballpoint pen ink mixed with water looks like a mist in the morning, depicting the pale blue shadow of the mountains on the horizon. , The artistic conception outlined in a few strokes is far-reaching and profound, accompanied by the graceful handwriting on the side, like a beautiful beauty who draws her eyebrows in a mirror.

  Only this one can give a glimpse of the author's profound knowledge in pen and ink.

  Moreover, there is more than one of the same level.

Zhang Ting couldn't help but shifted her gaze to another piece of rice paper that was spread out to dry. This time the red ink rendered into a sky sunset, and the black ink was hidden in it, revealing a madness, and a completely opposite feeling to the previous one. .

   "Twenty minutes, only twenty minutes have passed. There are five such works. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I would not believe it." At this time, a crowd of onlookers spoke out the voice of the crowd.

  Even a layman can see the aura in these paintings.

  The time spent by the girl is shockingly short.

  If Zhang Ting’s work is a model printed by a printer, then the girl’s soul is a real flesh and blood.

  Beads and jade are in front, winning or losing is almost clear at a glance.

However, "Compared with the font design, no matter how beautiful your paintings are, it is also off the point. Do you think this kind of flashy thing can be a coincidence?" Zhang Ting bit her lip, a touch of unwillingness on her face, her mouth was tough Retorted.

  There was such a big battle just now, if she loses now, she has no face to face people.

  Others are also laymen, interlaced like a mountain, and they feel a little bit reasonable when they hear it, so they also make it difficult, "It's true, just looking at calligraphy and tasting, we are not professional enough."

  Even though everyone thinks the girl’s works are better-looking, but professionalism is untenable, and naturally I dare not draw conclusions.

No one thought that the girl had such a good strength. Seeing that the meeting was about to end, Zhang Ting squeezed her hand and waved her hand generously. With a little strength, you won’t be embarrassed today. Hurry up and pack your things and leave. Don’t delay your work."

  Before, she was still reluctant and not forgiving. Now she suddenly raised her precious hand. Miss Zhang turned her face as fast as she turned a book. Everyone was caught off guard. Some people felt a little dissatisfied and felt that she had been tricked.

  At this time, the door of the conference room was opened with a click, and everyone was taken aback.

  Zhang Ting stretched out his hand to cover the girl's work, but suddenly there was another hand in the chute that pressed the paperweight, and then raised his eyes and suddenly ran into a pair of deep eyes.

   "I heard that Mr. Zhang is also here. I don't think there is anything more suitable than a literary master to be a referee." The girl's voice was not high or low, and it happened to fall into the ears of the few people who had just walked out of the conference room.

   Hearing this, Zhang Chuzhi, who was being sent out respectfully, turned his head and saw his daughter at first sight, "Tingting, what happened?"

  Zhang Ting became stiff, feeling that the eyes of the surrounding were all on her, and she twitched the corners of her mouth awkwardly, and had to shout, "Dad, I didn't..."

Before the words were finished, a few quick-talking staff intervened, "Lao Zhang, Miss Zhang was comparing calligraphy with people just now. The level is very high, and we can’t tell the difference, so I would like to ask you to judge. ."

  After watching the excitement for so long to no avail, everyone is obviously not reconciled.

   "Oh?" A white-haired Zhang Chuzhi raised his voice slightly in old age, and walked over with interest, "Let me see."

  He knows the level of his own daughter very well. Among his peers, he is very talented. Most people are superior to others. It is rare that there are others who can compare it. The literary master who considers himself a talent is also a little curious.

He didn't notice the girl with a weak sense of existence. Instead, he dropped his gaze on one of the tables. The ink on the flat rice paper was still wet, and he knew it was his daughter's handwriting. It is powerful, and progress is also great, but it is too eager to move forward, so you can’t be impatient next time."

  Lao Zhang is notoriously harsh in the industry, and this evaluation is considered the best.

   "The old man, look at this little sister again." The female worker who just helped me did my best to get the young girl a chance to comment on a famous teacher.

   "Yeah." Zhang Chuzhi nodded, his eyes flashed over the girl's invisible face, and then landed directly on the rice paper.

  (End of this chapter)