Wu ngting was the sa.
It had been a full ten minutes when Lin Wan ca downstairs and said to Chen Feng, "Brother Feng, my live stream viewers want to see you. A wealthy viewer said they’d give a Super Rocket if you appear on cara. How about I split it with you?"
"Go away, I said no to the cara. Stop using as a prop."
Chen Feng flatly refused. Did he look like soone who needed that thousand yuan?
"Please, just help out," Lin Wan pleaded.
Chen Feng imdiately hardened his expression and said, "If you keep this up, you’re no longer welco here."
Seeing this, Lin Wan had no choice but to look helplessly towards Wu ngting.
"Don’t look at . I’ve already been used as a prop for you several tis. Brother Feng is already being nice letting you film his place for free. You wanting him to join your stream is a bit too much."
Upon hearing Wu ngting say this, Lin Wan could only sigh helplessly and say to the live stream cara, "You all heard that, they won’t cooperate, and I can’t do anything about it. Maybe next ti they’ll appear on cara. They’re all amateurs, unlike . It’s different."
This statent... Chen Feng found it rather odd.
Due to Chen Feng and Wu ngting’s non-cooperation, and because they had to go to the art gallery, Lin Wan had to temporarily turn off her live stream.
Once the broadcast was off, Lin Wan couldn’t help but grumble about the two.
She was becoming less and less of a stranger, even toward Chen Feng, her wealthy buddy.
Chen Feng had co to understand her personality—she wasn’t very cunning, was kind of brash, and straightforward. When around people she didn’t know well, she could act aloof and chilled.
But once she got familiar, even if only recently, she’d show her true colors and beco overly familiar. So with won like her, it’s best not to beat around the bush or be too nice.
Otherwise, she really wouldn’t mind taking advantage of you.
By now, both Chen Feng and Wu ngting knew what she was like, so they didn’t take her complaints to heart.
The two left the house and got into the car, ignoring her, while Lin Wan had no choice but to hurriedly follow with a sigh.
She was definitely going to the art gallery too, planning to stream live.
Although she wasn’t very knowledgeable about art, as Wu ngting had ntioned earlier, the exhibition today featured a nationally renowned calligrapher, a major figure in the circle, incredibly impressive.
Hence, she had decided a while ago to visit and had already announced it in her stream.
The East Lake Villa wasn’t very far from the art gallery, just a fifteen-minute drive.
Entering the art gallery, the number of people attending the Wang Yi master’s calligraphy and painting exhibition wasn’t as much as imagined.
There were sparsely around fifty or sixty people. That was because there was no admission fee; otherwise, it would have been even fewer.
"Tiantian, this is the major figure in the national art circle you talked about? Why are so few people here?"
Lin Wan imdiately criticized it. She was going to livestream, and she had hyped up in her stream how incredible Master Wang Yi was, only to find so few attendees—it really was embarrassing.
Wu ngting also didn’t expect so few people and said sowhat helplessly, "Art is inherently niche. Master Wang Yi is indeed very famous in the national art scene, it’s just that he isn’t good at self-promotion and disdains doing it. The general public doesn’t know much about him, so it’s normal that not many people ca."
Lin Wan and Chen Feng had to accept this explanation.
Chen Feng specifically took out his phone to search for Master Wang Yi. There were quite a few people with the sa na, but after adding "calligrapher," he finally found him.
There was a character biography, not very detailed, but it indeed confird that he was one of the few remaining grand masters in the national art circle, particularly his calligraphy, which held a lofty position in the national calligraphy circle.
Looking at his date of birth, he estimated that he was already over ninety years old.
Lin Wan reluctantly opened the livestream, showing her viewers the calligraphy and paintings, while Chen Feng and Wu ngting were much more casual.
They went through the artworks in order.
Honestly, Chen Feng didn’t really understand. Especially the ink paintings; they looked nice, but he couldn’t pinpoint why.
However, there was one thing he was sure of—his calligraphy really did look impressive, vigorous as if penned with iron and silver.
About fifteen minutes later, both of them, as if by agreent, stopped in front of one painting.
This was the replica of Wang Xizhi’s "Lanting Preface" that Wu ngting had ntioned before, and it truly did look exceptional.
It was quite comforting to view!
What struck Chen Feng as odd was the more he looked at it, the more he liked it, even feeling sowhat dizzyingly enchanted.
This definitely wasn’t because of his profound understanding of calligraphy, but rather the imdiate impression this piece of writing gave him.
Chen Feng shifted his gaze elsewhere, and the intoxicating comfort abruptly disappeared.
When he looked back at the calligraphy, the comforting feeling slowly returned.
That was indeed quite miraculous!
After a few repetitions, Chen Feng was certain it wasn’t an illusion or a misperception.
Thus, the only explanation was that this writing was "poisonous"!
"ngting, do you think I could buy this piece of writing if I offered money?" Chen Feng hesitantly asked.
"Ah, you want to buy this piece of writing?" Wu ngting’s mouth fell open slightly.
Chen Feng nodded earnestly, "Hmm, do you think Master Wang Yi would sell it to ?"
"That... I don’t know. But, I guess... if the price is high, there probably shouldn’t be a reason not to sell it."
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