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The Divine Heir I'm Her Husband
Different from an antique appreciation conference. This banquet seemed to be smaller in scale, but the environment was particularly elegant. There were rockery and pond outside, green bamboo and red flowers.Inside was a hall that could only accommodate about a hundred guests. The middle was filled with seats, and on both sides were all kinds of delicacies, cakes, and drinks.Before Irving and others came in, dozens of guests had already arrived. At this time, the guests in the hall were toasting each other and chatting with each other. Hearty laughter could be heard from time to time.Irving and his companions were like invisible people. No one came up to greet them, and no guests came to say hello. Like a minion. Even Deputy Mayor Zhou suffered the same fate."Mister Smiths, I'm Wayne, I've taken up a few empty seats over there, come and sit down." Wayne guided them forward.As I walked to my seat, people around me cast strange glances at me, many of which contained a hint of surpri
The Divine Heir Third-rate Calligrapher
After hearing these praises, Farrell Martin felt satisfied and smiled broadly. He felt that his amazing talent had not been buried.Linda, who was humiliated, felt very aggrieved and her eyes were filled with tears. She bent down and tried to pick up the business card on the ground.However, Irving stopped her and walked slowly towards Farrell Martin.Linda, as well as Zuri and his wife, looked confused, not knowing what Irving was going to do.At the same time, Farrell Martin and his companions also noticed Irving, who came with ill intentions. However, Farrell Martin was fearless, his eyes full of contempt.When Irving came in front of him, he was about to speak, but was a beat too slow."Can you pick up that business card for the lady?" Irving's face was frosty, and he stared at Farrell Martin without a trace of emotion.An extremely powerful and domineering aura arose spontaneously.Farrell Martin was stunned for a moment, even a little scared. But he usually lived a life of luxur
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