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The Divine Heir Competition [I]
A ninth-rate calligrapher?Everyone was stunned when they heard this, with puzzled expressions. Who is this referring to? It seemed that the only person present was a calligrapher.In an instant, everyone's eyes turned to Farrell, with different expressions.Farrell immediately became furious, with a fierce look in his eyes."You are so rude, little brat.""Master Farrell's calligraphy is a rare masterpiece in the world.""How dare you, a piece of rubbish who can't recognize a great man, call our Master Farrell a third-rate calligrapher.""What are your qualifications?"Farrell's crazy fans jumped out one after another and started cursing.The public was outraged, and aggressive.Linda, Zuri and his wife took several steps back in fear.Only one person stood still.Towering like a mountain, it overlooks the world.Irving.He remained calm, staring coldly, standing with his hands behind his back. That look on his face showed that he didn't take the other person seriously and he remaine
The Divine Heir Competition [II]
This suggestion was recognized by everyone. If there was any dispute caused by calligraphy, then it should be resolved with calligraphy.Farrell was unwilling to be called a third-rate calligrapher.Irving, on the other hand, was dismissive of Farrell's calligraphy.In the center of the hall, the two stood facing each other. The area was filled with spectators, eagerly awaiting the upcoming calligraphy competition."You're just a brat, how many years have you been a human being? I have written more words than you have eaten. How dare you compete with me in calligraphy? You are a piece of trash who brought disgrace upon yourself." Farrell smiled contemptuously, thinking that this competition was a sure win.Calligraphy was not something that could be mastered overnight.Any calligrapher with a little accomplishment must have gone through years of hard study.Judging from Irving's appearance, he is at most in his twenties, and his calli
The Divine Heir Competition [III]
Everyone sneered and laughed.Irving remained silent.Farrel said contemptuously: "You little brat, you have nothing to say!"Just at this moment, a teddy dog suddenly ran in."Dodo, you can't go in!" A maid ran after him, shouting loudly. However, the Teddy dog was not stopped by the call, but ran straight to the center of the hall.One of the waitresses holding a piece of white paper accidentally fell while trying to dodge the teddy dog rushing towards her, and the white paper in her hand dropped on the ground.Maybe it was frightened or something, but the teddy dog actually started peeing on the spot.Someone quickly walked through the crowd and grabbed the Teddy dog.Looking closely, it turned out to be the short-haired girl."Dodo, I told you to play outside, why did you come in? You are so disobedient!" As she spoke, she patted the Teddy dog gently a few times.However, when the Teddy dog saw the hostess, it immediately stopped peeing.Lindsey said in angry tone. "Ca
The Divine Heir Competition [IV]
No one in the hall said a word.Farrel's face gradually became gloomy.After a moment, Irving's face turned cold and he pointed at the Farrell angrily. "Are you asking me what qualifications I have? Okay, I'll answer you now!"As soon as he finished speaking, Irving slammed the brush on the table. With a sudden leap, he leaped up and caught the brush in mid-air with one hand.Dip the pen in ink and put it on white paper. A stroke, a dot, a vertical stroke, a horizontal stroke... They saw him writing smoothly and his strokes were as beautiful as clouds and smoke.With one stroke, it looked like a horse running free from its reins, soaring into the sky and leaving in a cloud of dust. It was also like a god ascending to the sky, moving around, coming from nothingness and returning to nothingness.The almost insane impulse comes from the primitive vitality and contains the power of the world.Everyone was stunned. They had never seen such a heavenly indulgence.Finally, Irving uttered the
The Divine Heir The Mysterious Gift [I]
What a generous deal. There was an old saying: Words were precious. Especially masters who have achieved extremely high attainments in calligraphy would rather burn their works than give them away to others easily.Only when you meet a confidant. Only people with similar interests could be recognized by the master. Don’t laugh at someone sleeping drunk on the battlefield. How many men have ever returned from the battles in history?The reason why Irving wrote this calligraphy was to praise Lindsey, a brave and patriotic soldier.Lindsey held the calligraphy in her hand and said with great joy: "I am so sorry. It is a masterpiece that has been passed down through the ages. I only happened to get a piece of it. What more can I ask for?"Everyone came forward to congratulate: "Congratulations, Mister Lindsey, for winning this calligraphy."Lindsey stroked his beard and smiled, "This is not good. It is better to share happiness with others than to enjoy it alone. I plan to donate it to th
The Divine Heir The Mysterious Gift [II]
Outside the gate.An old man in a blue suit and wearing reading glasses walked slowly into the hall, exuding the elegant temperament of an old scholar from the late Civil war and early Reconnaissance America.This person was none other than the current president of the National Calligraphy Association—Charles Moore.Charles Moore came over with his hands behind his back, glared at Farrell coldly, and then spoke in a cold voice."We recently received a report that you were performing so-called 'inkjet calligraphy' with a syringe pen, which had an extremely bad impact on society and greatly damaged the reputation of our calligraphy community. After several days of discussion, we have decided to cancel your membership. In addition, all calligraphers have issued a joint statement to severely criticize the outside world and put an end to such incidents in the future! Don't even think about gaining a foothold in the calligraphy world!"Bang!Farrell bumped into the table and yelled like cr
The Divine Heir Meeting The Unscrupulous Rival [I]
"What's wrong?" Irving put down the teacup and asked in a low voice."Nothing, excuse me, I need to go to the bathroom." Linda left his seat in a panic and walked out in a hurry."What happened to Madam Smiths?"Zuri and Sophie looked at each other, not daring to speculate further.Irving didn't say anything. He took the card on the rose and looked at it. He saw a message written in thin, strong and clear font on it: Linda, you are still as beautiful as ever, and nothing has changed.It was not specified who it was. Looking at the unique handwriting, Irving guessed that Linda should have recognized who wrote it, which was why he had such a big reaction. Could it be him?Thinking of Linda's bewildered behavior and loss of composure, Irving couldn't help but feel a little sad, as if his heart was being grabbed. If he and Linda were not husband and wife, perhaps it would be better. But he quickly calmed down.Was he finally coming? Irving raised the corners of his mouth slightly and smil
The Divine Heir Meeting The Unscrupulous Rival [II]
She cried. Irving guessed in his heart, and at the same time, his hostility towards the man deepened."Excuse me." Linda apologized to everyone present for his previous misconduct.When she caught a glimpse of the roses on the table, perhaps remembering the unbearable past, she suddenly grabbed them with a cold expression and tried to throw them away.Unexpectedly, Irving grabbed her wrist. Linda frowned and looked at Irving in confusion."You can throw away the flowers, but the problem remains. Many things cannot be solved by escaping."Upon hearing this, Linda lowered her brows and remained silent.Irving took the flower from her hand and said softly, "No matter what happens, I will be with you. From now on, no one can hurt you."Linda's body trembled slightly, his eyes turned red, and he seemed to want to say something but stopped.When Zuri saw that the situation had eased, he immediately raised his glass and shouted, "Don't just sit there, let's toast to Mister Smiths and his wif
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The End [IV]
Five years later, Irving boarded a plane to Las Vegas. Accompanying him was his wife, Linda. The occasion was the opening ceremony of his new company, Irvinda.Linda was very excited to be able to travel with Irving and not have to stay at home alone. Because she had been helping him for the launching of the company, she was very tired and soon became very sleepy.She stopped talking and fell asleep not long after the plane took off. She was sleeping soundly, probably feeling uncomfortable, and slowly leaned her head on his shoulder.Amid the roar of the plane, smelling the faint fragrance of her hair, and seeing her long eyelashes occasionally fluttering in her sleep, irving felt very at peace and leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes.After the new company was opened, Irving spent an afternoon with Jillian in the Vegas office to hold a development and report meeting for the company's senior management. Silverstone Real Estate had completely got on the right track. With suffic
The End [III]
"There is no risk of commercial fraud, and there are no problems with the government. It is great value for money... So can we grab it?" Irving was still a little confused. From what Quentin said, it seemed that these pieces of land belonged to Warren. Why was this so?"Haha, Irving, I understand what you mean! The reason why these plots of land have not been sold yet is because their requirements are high - they must take over several plots of land at the same time, and the full amount must be paid within one week after signing the contract!""You know," Quentin added proudly, "most of the real estate companies in New York City are small in scale and rely on bank loans to survive. Only a few can come up with so much cash at once! But we can do it! There are more than 200 million dollar in the account of the headquarters now. Excluding the 200 million dollar, the rest is enough to support it until the end of the month, and the subsequent loans of nearly 100 million dollar should be av
The End [II]
Early in the morning, Irving finished washing up and was about to go downstairs for breakfast when Warren’s president Quentin came to his door.Irving couldn't help but look at the clock on the wall. It was indeed just after seven o'clock. If he hadn't confirmed it, he would have thought he had overslept. He grinned helplessly and said to his mentor, "Mr. Quentin, are you here to check on me, or are you here to have breakfast?"Quentin didn't take Irving's teasing seriously. He smiled and said, "I haven't had breakfast yet, so I'll just have breakfast for free!"Quentin was a diligent person who has spared no effort for the development of the company. He must have something to discuss if he came here so early in the morning. Irving stopped joking with him: "Then let's go, let's eat and talk!"In the restaurant, the two sat together, Irving ate while listening to Quentin's report."Irving, I have two things to tell you." Quentin took a bite of the big meat bun provided by the restauran
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"This calligraphy and painting is worth 30 million, plus!""This jade bracelet is okay, let's count it at eight million.""Well, although the quality of this item is a little poor, it can still be sold for a few thousand dollar, so let's add it together." The short and fat man raised his hands, his expression dull, not daring to make any movement. He let Gunther search his entire body, even small items worth dozens of dollars were not spared.If he hadn't been in the treasure fighting arena, the short and fat man would have thought he had encountered a robber.After a long while, Gunther turned around and asked his men, "Have you finished the calculation? What is the total value?"The subordinate was busy sweating profusely, and finally pressed the last number and immediately replied: "The total is 345,983,642.50 dollar!"When this number was announced, the whole audience was shocked."It adds up to more than 300 million!""This is not a small number. It is rare for major auction hous
At Long Last
"Gunther did not move at all, his masked face showed no expression, as if he were a stone statue."hehe……"Just when everyone was confused, Gunther looked up and laughed."It turns out that the clown is me!"Gunther's words made everyone even more confused. After looking at each other for a while, they didn't know whether they should ask questions, but they were afraid of angering Gunther.However, humans have the same strong curiosity as cats.Finally, the short and fat man asked, "Judges, did I win?"Gunther smiled bitterly and shook his head. "What a joke! My emerald token is worth three million. How can I not win against a broken scroll?"This unexpected response made the short and fat man open his eyes in astonishment. He could hardly believe his ears. It was like a bolt from the blue.But he won't give up easily."I want to pick up the treasure!" The short and fat man took out another antique.Glaze garlic vase.Estimated value: 12.7 million!"Judges, can this one win?" Gunther
This Is Unbelievable
"Ha ha……" Gunther laughed.The short fat man laughed.The woman in black smiled.Everyone laughed.Irving, at this moment, under the gaze of everyone, was like a complete idiot.A broken scroll picked up from the garbage dump, hoping to defeat a short and fat man who possessed many rare treasures. If possible, they really wanted to pry open Irving's head on the spot to see what was inside.Fannie couldn't help but sigh, with the same expression of looking at someone as if he was a fool.A thing worth only tens of thousands of dollars would hardly make even a splash on the treasure-fighting stage.Gunther laughed and said, "You're stupid, but you're still stubborn."The short and fat man responded, "Judges, since he wants to embarrass himself in public, why don't we help him? Otherwise, after we leave this island, he will have the opportunity to slander me, saying that I dare not accept the challenge and that Hammersmith bullied him."Gunther thought about it and felt that this made se
What The Hell?
"Who.?" The short and fat man stared at the crowd with his eyes wide open. "Who the hell are you? Come out now if you dare. Stop hiding."The roar echoed in the venue. It's like a mad pit bull baring its teeth, frightening people from the bottom of their souls.The crowd immediately looked around, trying to find the man out to calm the anger of this mad dog. After a while, like a river broken in the middle, the crowd automatically and consciously retreated to both sides.Gradually, a large open space was left in the treasure fighting arena. There were only two people standing there.A man and a woman.One of them was Fannie.The other person was——Irving.He was like a standing monument, with his back straight and his eyes sharp.The short and fat man snapped, "It's you again."Irving still looks like an unchanging stone statue. Cold, lonely and arrogant.The short and fat man roared: "Who are you calling worse than trash?"Irving said coldly: "It seems that you are quite self-aware."
The Isle [IV]
"Hey, let's make some noise."The people in the treasure-competing arena are typically spectators who are there to watch a show and are not afraid of trouble, otherwise they would not come here specifically to watch people compete with treasures.It’s not like the man in black robe hasn’t been questioned before.Those who lose in the treasure competition often become anxious and unwilling to give away the treasures they have treasured for many years to others, so they will blame the other person's poor judgment ability and the appraisal result must be wrong.The result was that the doubters were severely punished.At the very least, they will be beaten half to death, and at the worst, they will disappear from the face of the earth.The man in black robe looked down at the people below, neither angry nor mocking.He said calmly, "Do you know what will happen if you question Hammersmith's number one treasure appraiser?"A short sentence, but it sounded very bland.But for some reason, t
The Isle [III]
"Why don't you two go to the treasure bidding arena first." The woman in black said with a faint smile.Fannie was eager to find out the inside story, so she immediately instigated Irving."It doesn't matter if you see it, let's go."Irving raised his eyelids and said calmly: "Well, I haven't seen anyone fighting for treasures for a long time."The woman in black bowed and walked to the front to lead the way.After a while, the three of them came to another stone chamber, but it was different from the "exotic flowers and plants" one. This one was full of people. There was a high platform in the middle, and an isolated circle outside was surrounded by ropes.At this time, three people were standing in a triangle on the platform.The person standing in the middle was wearing a black robe, his face buried deep in his hood, his hands crossed and tucked into his wide sleeves.The other two stood on the left and right of the man in black robe, facing each other, each holding a square wooden
