Entertainment: Let You Do A Side Job And Set Up A Stall To Tell Fortunes?

As the conflict intensified in the live broadcast room, the audience gradually shifted their focus to the four old men.

"Does anyone think these four old men look familiar?"

"What you said does make sense."

“I seem to have come across them recently while browsing Douyin.”

"I see, isn't that girl's grandfather the former dean of the Chengdu Academy of Fine Arts?"

"Are you talking about Mr. Song Henian?"

"Yes, yes, that's him. It turns out that these Four Treasures Restaurant is opened by his family."

"No wonder it has such a status in Luteng City."

"Mr. Song Henian is a powerful figure in the calligraphy world. His attainments in cursive and running script are unrivaled by few people in the entire Dragon Kingdom."

"The door and motto of our university were written by the old man himself and have been in use for decades."

"The man next to him can't be Mr. Huang Wenyu."

"Not surprisingly, it should be."

"Good guys, when you say this, I suddenly realized that these four old men in the camera are not simple."

"That not-so-good-looking old man should be Mr. Zhang Lijie. I just bought his copybook two days ago to prepare for a long time."

"The one on the far right with a cane can't be Mr. Li Rumei, right?"

"Good guy, Songhuang Li Zhang, the four giants in the calligraphy world of the Dragon Kingdom are all here."

"I just want to ask if the old man is really famous this time?"

"If you are just an ordinary person, it is indeed unlikely that you will know about them, but if you know about calligraphy, you will know how awesome they are."

"You don't have to know calligraphy. You can also search online for records of calligraphy and painting transactions in recent years."

"Let me tell you this, if any of these four old men writes a word for you, you can exchange it for a house."

"It can be called a human money printing machine."

"Their calligraphy works are all calculated according to the square foot, and one square foot can easily cost more than 100,000 yuan."

"I'll go, is it really that exaggerated?"

"It's no exaggeration at all. Their works were once given to foreign guests as national gifts."

As everyone in the live broadcast room gradually revealed the identities of the four old men, the hundreds of thousands of viewers in the live broadcast room suddenly became uneasy.

And the audience roughly understood the meaning of what they said before.

They thought Yang Lin was not worthy of using that Fang Mo.

But at this moment, Yang Lin, who had been silent for a long time, finally opened his mouth.

"This piece of ink has been for human use since it was made."

"If things are put to their best use, how can there be a waste of natural resources?"

As soon as these words came out, the attention of the four old men was immediately attracted.

It was only then that the four old men finally took a good look at Yang Lin.

As they watched, the expressions on the four people's faces changed slightly.

Judging from their decades of experience, they were naturally aware of the extraordinary nature of Yang Lin.

If they were asked to specifically tell what was different about Yang Lin, they couldn't tell.

But somehow, the anger in my heart disappeared a lot.

Perhaps he was impressed by his Chuchen temperament, so his tone of voice became much gentler.

"Little Taoist Priest, it's natural for you to say so."

"But the same two pieces of beautiful jade, one is carved into a work of art, and the other is carved into a brick. Do you think they are the same?"

Although this sentence is very euphemistic, everyone can understand its meaning.

Immediately, several members of the program team around Yang Lin became unhappy.

"How can you, an old man, talk like that?"

"Don't you mean that Teacher Yang just buried it and wasted it by using this piece of ink?"

"That is to say, aren't you obviously looking down on others?"

"What's wrong with the bricks? If I had money, I could make a solid gold brick and it wouldn't bother you."

"Besides, you have never seen Teacher Yang's ability. If you had, you would never say that."

As soon as these words came out, the tall old man immediately laughed.

"Ability? What ability can he have at such a young age?"

"Even if he started practicing calligraphy from his mother's womb, he would only have practiced calligraphy for about 20 years."

The old man seemed to realize that what he said was too much, and he quickly looked at Yang Lin with an apologetic look.

However, to his surprise, Yang Lin didn't seem angry about this.

Just from this point alone, the old man had already taken a look at Yang Lingao.

But at this moment, Yang Lin's eyes suddenly glanced at the wall beside him.

To be precise, it was a writing on the wall.

Yang Yu just glanced at it casually and pointed at the words:

"Old sir, if I read it correctly, that calligraphy should be written by your own hand."

Hearing Yang Lin's words, a trace of surprise suddenly flashed across the old man's face.

Because there was neither a signature nor a seal on the painting, and the calligraphy was written by him more than 30 years ago, even his granddaughter did not know that the calligraphy was written by him.

Yang Lin was able to recognize it at a glance, which was somewhat surprising to him.

"It was indeed me, the old man, who wrote it. How did you tell?"

"The calligraphy is like the person. This calligraphy is most consistent with your temperament, old gentleman. And if I read it correctly, this calligraphy should be a work of your prime."

"It can be seen that your character had gradually stabilized at that time, but you could not restrain your sharpness. You must have been very satisfied with your work at that time."

As Yang Lin spoke one after another, the old man's eyes changed again and again.

At this point, he finally confirmed one thing, that is, the young Taoist priest in front of him was not simple.

But what he didn't expect was what Yang Lin said next.

"Old sir, why not do this? Pindao will write another one based on what you wrote, and let you see how good Pindao is."

"If you are a poor person, you won't need to say anything more when luck gets the better of you."

"I'm not as good as you, I will return the ink on the spot, and you don't need to return the money."

"What do you think?"

As soon as these words came out, not only the old man himself was stunned, but also the other three old men and the girl all showed expressions of disbelief.

They never expected that Yang Lin would say such a thing.

After a long while, the other three old men were able to persuade him.

"Young man, I advise you not to talk too much."

"Yes, it's good to be ambitious, but being too confident may lead to an early death."

"Although this calligraphy was written by Lao He in his prime, his technique is already perfect. Even if a few of us are at the same age as him, we dare not say that we can surpass him."

But as soon as they finished speaking, the tall old man laughed loudly and said:

"Okay! If you are ambitious, I will do as you say."

"If what you write can be better than what I wrote back then, I will give you this piece of ink for free, and I will also help you grind the ink myself."

"If you can't win, we'll give you your money back."

"Okay! Then it's settled."

After saying that, Yang Lin rolled up his sleeves, picked up a pen from the side, dipped the ink in the inkstone on the side and started writing quickly on a blank rice paper.