Rebirth Business Woman: Major General, You Have Lost Again

No matter how powerful or talented a person is, there must be something he is not good at.

Qin Wanrou has devoted herself to learning Guzheng for three years, and she doesn't believe that Qin Qing can take care of other things.

Calligraphy is so good that it is comparable to the Beidou in the literary world? Hmph, those must have been touted by others.

After thinking this through, Qin Wanrou felt relieved, walked to the stage with a smile on her face, and said in a low voice as she passed Qin Qing, "Sister, you shouldn't be here today."

If you come, you will only humiliate yourself.

At that time, hearing this kind of overtone, Qin Qing stopped for a while, with an extremely indifferent smile on her pretty side face, and also softly replied: "This is the second time, Qin Wanrou, you sent someone to I am blocking, I have already crossed my bottom line."

Hearing this, Qin Wanrou was startled, and subconsciously blurted out, "How do you know..."

When we got here, it was too late to stop talking.

The first time she was at the bar could be regarded as her mistake, but in the afternoon at school she was transferred to duty for no reason, and then she was besieged to go home late. There was an hour and a half before the dinner, but the convoy left. With so many coincidences, If she still can't figure out that Qin Wanrou is playing tricks, then she is really wasting the chance of rebirth.

Qin Qing raised her eyes and glanced at her, then shook her head in disappointment, "In another hundred years, you won't be able to defeat me."

IQ is something that not everyone has.

"You..." Qin Wanrou gritted her teeth holding back her anger, blushing from the blunt sarcasm, "Your provocative methods are useless to me, and I will let you, a genius, show your true form later."

After finishing speaking, she straightened her back and walked straight to her seat, concentrating on grinding.

Qin Qing looked away lightly, and stood on the other side without interfering with each other.

The two wrote a poem at the same time, using the font they are best at, and everyone present will evaluate it together after writing.

However, before the stage started, the audience was already in a mess.

"Looking at the confident appearance of the second miss of the Qin family, I think she has two brushes. I heard that Qin Jin even brought her to the company, planning to use her characters to develop new fonts. Qin Qing hasn't been treated like this."

"If you win tonight, then the development of Qin's fonts will probably belong to the second lady."

...

Listening to the intermittent discussions, Qin Qing finally understood Qin Jin's good plan, her eyes flicked across the paper slightly, she slightly raised the corners of her mouth, picked up the pen and dipped it in ink, writing swiftly like the wind, flipping her wrists Black and white words are quickly inserted into the paper, with a graceful posture, and a few strands of hair hanging from the head down to the ears, adding a bit of casual elegance to the literati and poets.

The Qin family wants to use her as a stepping stone, so it depends on whether they have the ability.

Clap... The brush was put into the brush wash, and it took only a few minutes before and after. When everyone was amazed that the girl on the stage was writing in one go, they saw her pinch her little finger to touch the cinnabar on the side, and then began to smear on the paper .

"I've finished it." When everyone was puzzled, Qin Wanrou on the other side stopped her hands and calmly announced the composition of her work.

Qin Jin stepped forward to hang up the rice paper for her, appreciating and admiring it all the time, "Okay, the pen is skillful and beautiful, and the font is gentle and smooth, quite a bit of your mother's demeanor during her lifetime."

Qin Jin's wife is also the daughter of a big family, this compliment is also in disguise to elevate Qin Wanrou's status.

"Thank you, Dad. I'm still a novice, so I can't compare to my sister." Qin Wanrou glanced at the opposite side pretending to be curious, "I don't know what my sister is doing?"

Hearing this, Qin Jin also noticed Qin Qing's smearing with his hands, frowned, and said in disgust: "Calligraphy is about brush characters, and it's useless to use some opportunistic methods if you can't compare. Qin Qing, listen Reached?"

Qin Jin walked over aggressively, reaching out to grab the rice paper.

But as soon as the hand was in the air, he caught a glimpse of the scene on the paper from the corner of his eye, and he froze immediately.

"Dad, what's the matter, is it because my sister hasn't finished writing yet?" Not far away, Qin Wanrou couldn't bear it anymore and wanted to win a big one, so she urged: "It's time, sister, I can't write anymore .”

She thought that there was a hint of complacency in her mischievous tone, as if she had already won.

"Okay." Qin Qing, who was stuck at the time point, wiped his fingers with a paper towel. Seeing that the man in front of him was still in a daze, he reminded him coldly, "Father, the guests are waiting."

"Ah, oh...Okay, okay." Suddenly returning to his senses, Qin Jin responded with a bit of a loss of composure, his eyes fell on the rice paper, and the impatience just now suddenly became extremely heavy.

If he could, he wished he hadn't been on stage.

But with so many eyes staring at him, he had to bite the bullet and hang up the rice paper in his hand, so that this opportunistic calligraphy he thought would be made public.

On the yellowed white rice paper, the four lines of quatrains are thick in ink, each stroke is as sharp as a blade out of its sheath, and at the end of the domineering brushwork, a little bit of cinnabar is dotted beside the ink color, just like a plum blossom. The composition of the whole rice paper is softened, making the picture more beautiful.

With a bang, after seeing Qin Qing's work clearly, the audience in the audience exploded.

"This is really written by a little girl. I have heard that Miss Qin's family can write at the age of five. I didn't expect her writing skills to be so good."

"She wrote it in three minutes, and added cinnabar embellishments. This is the level of a painting."

...

Everyone rushed to the front of the stage, and several gray-haired old scholars brought up magnifying glasses and nodded in admiration while watching.

At this time, no one cares about the result of winning or losing.

"Haha, don't blame me for praising this girl from the Qin family. She knows calligraphy and painting at the age of five. Although her brushwork is a little immature, the skill of combining calligraphy and painting is rare in the world." Mr. Zhang, who was acting as the referee, stroked his beard and continued to talk to the students very proudly. They brag.

Not far away, Qin Wanrou froze her body for a long time without moving, her face was blue and white, and the two works hanging above were like a loud slap, her eyes were red with pain.

Both are seventeen years old, and she is working very hard, why is she still losing to the other party...

Aware of this unwilling gaze, Qin Qing, who was surrounded by the crowd, walked towards her, stopped in front of the unattended rice paper, and said in a cold voice: "I was three years old because I couldn't recite Tang poetry. You have been punished to stand, and you have been learning calligraphy since you were five years old. Qin Wanrou, what you think of as hard work is nothing more than self-pity. The successor of the Qin family is not as simple as you imagined."

You have to pay as much as you enjoy.

What others seem to be easy on the surface is nothing but the accumulation of day and night training.