Exposure: After signing in, I was overheard by the school girl

Taking a deep breath, Lin Wanling said confidently:
"This is Dahongpao, right?"

After all, it was a habit raised by her grandfather for so long, Lin Wanling still has this insight.

Lin Wanling's voice was not too low, and Bai Hao and others could hear it clearly downstairs.

Everyone subconsciously looked up following the voice, and saw an extremely beautiful face with a full smile, walking downstairs.

A look of amazement flashed in the eyes of Bai Hao and the others.

Not only because of Lin Wanling's beauty, but also because she has such a skill in tea art at a young age.

A curious look appeared on Bai Hao's face, he looked at Lin Wanling and said:

"Little friend seems to be a tea lover too, it's fate to meet you, come and have a drink together."

After talking, he began to invite Chen Yun and the two to sit down.

Chen Yun and Lin Wanling looked at each other and accepted the invitation gladly.

Seeing that the two were seated calmly, Bai Hao gave the two young people an even higher look.

He personally poured tea for the two of them, and greeted them warmly:

"You two, you are welcome, try it!"

Chen Yun picked up the teacup and took a sip.

For a moment, a strong sweet fragrance rushed straight to the top of the head, making the whole body comfortable and very comfortable.

On the corner of Chen Yun's mouth, a faint smile could not help but rise.

It is indeed a top Dahongpao, even if it is the second brew, it is still full-bodied.

Good tea!

Lin Wanling drank tea more delicately.

She knew it was good tea, and she drank it even more delicately.

Lin Wanling slapped the teacup first, only to feel a more intense aroma blowing towards her face.

It was as if the pores of the whole body had been opened, trying hard to absorb the fragrance of tea.

Her movements are graceful and leisurely, pleasing to the eye.

Especially the elders of the Calligraphy Association, facing such a young and young Ai, had to sigh with emotion that time is fleeting.

At this time, Chen Yun also noticed the small pot on the table. He saw everyone's eyes falling on it from time to time.

He looked at Bai Hao, and asked openly:

"Uncle, what do you mean?"

When the people next to him heard Chen Yun mentioning it, they couldn't help complaining again:
"He wants to trade calligraphy and painting, little brother, don't be fooled, what he said, it must be Mi Fu's at the very least, and Wang Xizhi's is better, I really dare to think."

"Hmph, listen to Lao Bai's arrogant words! I guess the coffin boards of Mi Fu and Wang Xizhi will not be able to hold it down anymore! Their elaborate production can only be replaced by tea leaves in modern times?"

"Greedy is not enough to swallow elephants! We can't even look down on our words, it's too hurtful!"

When Chen Yun heard it, he was immediately happy. He looked at Bai Hao and said with a smile:

"I really don't have the characters of Mi Fu and Wang Xizhi."

This answer is expected by everyone, after all, it is the ceiling of Huaxia's top calligraphy and painting collection.

If there is one in hand, what is there to be precious.

The people next to them nodded and said:
"It seems that young man, you have nothing to do with this tea, so you can save yourself from being cheated by him!"

When Bai Hao heard this, he immediately became unhappy. He glared at them and said angrily:
"You can't talk nonsense! Why did I cheat?"

His top grade Dahongpao, but it took a lot of effort to get it.

It's no less thoughtful than their calligraphy and paintings, and Bai Hao also spent a lot of money.

While the few people were talking, Chen Yun looked at the little pot and said quietly:
"I don't have their characters, but I think mine can be changed."

In a word, the audience was horrified.

Bai Hao, the president, and the dignitaries all looked at Chen Yun with incredible eyes.

Even Lin Wanling's eyes widened with disbelief.

Chen Yun, what are you talking about?

What people want is Mi Fu and Wang Xizhi and his ilk, what do you mean by yours?

Especially the president's complexion, which was as dark as the bottom of a pot, very ugly.

What does this guy mean?
Bai Hao felt that his words were not eye-catching, but this kid actually said, his is okay?
This is boasting, and it's also a bit contemptuous of myself!
In this world, who dares to say that their own handwriting is better than those of Wang Xizhi and Mi Fu?
As the president of the Calligraphy Association of Modu, he dare not say such a thing!

What a yellow-mouthed child, a newborn calf is not afraid of tigers, and dares to say anything!

The thoughts of the others were similar to the thoughts of the president, they all did not believe what Chen Yun said.

Lin Wanling also gently tugged at the corner of Chen Yun's clothes. She also felt that what Chen Yun said was a bit exaggerated.

The president also calmed down at this time, couldn't help laughing, and said:

"Young man, it's good to be arrogant, but don't be too conceited."

The president also thought that Chen Yun was still young after all, so there was no need to compete with him.

At this time, the others also opened their mouths and said:
"Young man, is your handwriting comparable to that of Mi Fu and Wang Xizhi?"

"This calligraphy is something that can only be seen after years of accumulation! My child, even if you are talented in this area, it takes time to polish your talent!"

"That's true! A real calligrapher can only reach the peak of his brushwork when he is at least five or sixty years old! Look at the famous works of those calligraphers, they are all works at that time!"

Everyone's reasons are very good. How can a teenage child compare to them in writing skills?
If they can't even compare with them, how can they be compared with Mi Fu and Wang Xizhi?

Chen Yun looked at the crowd, with a determined smile on his face, then looked at the boss beside him, and said with a smile:
"Please help me, take some pens, ink, paper and inkstone."

The boss nodded quickly. Although he did not believe that Chen Yun had such strength, he would not offend a distinguished client.

The boss is also a person who loves elegance. In his office, there are the best paper, ink, pens and inkstones, which can just be brought to Chen Yun to spend some time.

Soon, a complete set of pens, inks, papers and inkstones was brought over.

The waiter cleared the table next to it for Chen Yun to use.

Chen Yun walked to the front of the table, glanced at the things the boss brought, and with a smile on the corner of his mouth, he praised:
"The boss also likes painting and calligraphy? This is the best Huizhou Xuan paper, and there is also Duan inkstone."

The boss has already seen Chen Yun's knowledgeable, he waved his hand and said:

"Don't dare, I'm just playing casually."

He has high requirements for the quality of life, so the things he uses are as high-end as possible.

The boss is also very happy to meet people who know the goods now.

Chen Yun turned around at this time, looked at Lin Wanling, and invited:

"Grind ink for me?"

Seeing Chen Yun's insistence, Lin Wanling readily agreed:
"it is good!"

Looking at Chen Yun's appearance, she always felt that he was full of confidence.

The people next to me were stunned, you look at me, I look at you.