The Most Powerful Young Man

Mo Qiang wanted to pinch Xiao Yao's neck, then put his head on the white paper, and asked him which of these ten characters was ugly.

Which one is not a roaming dragon, which is quite charming?

Didn't he know his nickname was Haitian Wang Xizhi?

Mo Qiang was trembling when he was angry.

"You fart! Do you know calligraphy? Do you know what a really good word is? You don't know anything, so why don't you make a random comment!" Mo Qiangqiu was really angry.

Xiao Yao can beat his two grandsons, save him face, and even put a gun on his head.

But he must not be said to be ugly!

That simply wanted his life!

"I really don't know calligraphy very well, but I also know what kind of characters look good and what kind of characters are not beautiful. I will evaluate what kind of girl is beautiful, what kind of girl is not beautiful, but you can't have to make me change Become a beauty?" Xiao Yao said, touching his chin.

Mo Chengfei took a deep breath. He made Xiao Yao a little tougher towards his grandfather before again. So now that Xiao Yao said these things, he couldn't help it. He just felt that his 10 million yuan was a bit of a loss. , Even if he didn't give that ten million, Xiao Yao would still be respectful to his grandfather? Anyway, if Mo Chengfei was killed, Mo Chengfei would not believe that Xiao Yao could do such a thing.

He is not a kind person, okay?

This tens of millions is a waste of money, but I can't blame others, I can only say that I am too stupid and innocent.

Well, I have to tell Xiao Yao what I'm doing in this matter. Isn't this a matter of rushing to send money to the other party?

Mo Qiangqiu glanced at Xiao Yao, took a deep breath, frowned and asked, "Then tell me, why is my word ugly? You can judge others who look good or not, just like a person with a crooked nose and slanted eyes. , Because he crooked his nose and squinted, so you will judge that he is ugly, what about my words?"

Xiao Yao glanced at the white paper filled with calligraphy and pondered for a moment. Then he spoke and said with a serious face: "If you have to ask me what is the ugly character of this character, then I can only say that the character is missing. Something."

"What's missing?" Obviously, Mo Qiangqiu had curiosity. He looked at Xiao Yao, his face was full of doubts. He wanted to know the answer from Xiao Yao.

"Edge and charm," Xiao Yao said.

"How do you say?" Mo Qiangqiu became more curious when Xiao Yao said this.

"The simplest point, you don't have your own edges and corners." Xiao Yao turned his face and stared at Mo Qiangqiu, with a sharp look in his eyes, despising him, and said, "Do you have your own ideas? What do you call good-looking or not? It looks good. What kind of method was used to identify it? I can see that you did write a lot of copybooks, and you are trying desperately to imitate others."

"Is it wrong to imitate others?" Mo Qiang asked in a deep voice, "People write well, write in seconds, and are highly praised. Is it a mistake for me to imitate them?"

"This was not a mistake originally, but you wanted to imitate too much, and finally lost your own ideas. Other people's calligraphy has formed a kind of frame. No matter how you write, you can't break through that frame. You can only be firmly imprisoned, even if There is no window at all. Tell me, how can your characters look good?" Xiao Yao asked, "You want to imitate, but the imitation is not in place, and the result is crooked, just like this mo, with the cursive characters on it. The head has the smell of Liu Gongquan, but his writing is vigorous and powerful, and under the grass head, the writing is soft and weak, like the flesh and blood without bones, how is it beautiful?"

Mo Qiang begged to listen more and more seriously. After Xiao Yao finished speaking, he hurriedly asked, "Then what do you mean by losing Shen Yun?"

"You don't imitate it. You can only say that you don't have your own sharp edge." Xiao Yao said, "It's because you don't have your own charm because there is no thought in this word."

Mo Chengfei couldn't hear it, laughing and crying. He felt that Xiao Yao was really a big flicker, and said, "This is just a calligraphy with a brush, and there is no life. How can there be thoughts?"

"You shut up!" Before Xiao Yao could speak, Mo Qiang turned his face to his grandson and reprimanded him, "What do you know? Are you an expert? Are you an expert? Just stand for me if you don't understand. On the side, shut your mouth!"

Mo Chengfei hurriedly fell silent, but he was very aggrieved, wondering if he said something wrong?

Moreover, he is also very helpless, this is his grandfather! He and Xiao Yao are enemies! To be precise, the entire Mo family are Xiao Yao's enemies! How can they talk happily now? Don't they think this is very inappropriate?

Although he was very aggrieved, he didn't dare to say a word on his mouth, so he could only keep quiet.

"Xiao Yao, you continue to say, ignore him." Mo Qiang begged to turn his face back.

Xiao Yao smiled and continued with the previous words, saying: "Who said that a word has no thought? A word may have no thought, but if a person has a thought, and the person who writes has a thought, the written word is given a thought. , There is a saying in ancient times, called literally knowing people. It roughly means that through a single word, you can understand a person’s behavior. This may sound absurd, but it is true. The smaller the pattern of a word, it proves the writing. The status of the people is not high, maybe they will be narrow-minded."

Xiao Yao coughed, and Mo Qiangqiu quickly picked up a glass of water and handed it to Xiao Yao.

Xiao Yao was not very polite. After receiving the water glass, he drank it, put down the glass, and continued: "Through a person's character, you can see the violent wind and huge waves, the shadow of the sword, the light and the sword, what is the writing person like? I probably don’t need to say more about his character."

Mo Qiangqiu nodded, frowned, looked at his previously written words again, and finally showed a wry smile, and then he took the white paper directly and tore it apart.

"Such a word, don't worry about it!" he said.

"From your words, I can't see anything. I can't see what kind of person you are. You don't even have a soul. That's what I said, there is no charm." Xiao Yao said.

Mo Chengfei nodded his head heavily, and then smiled: "Listening to the Lord's words is better than reading for ten years."

"That's not right, you still have to read more, listen to them, you should read more if you are ugly." Xiao Yao said.

Mo Qiangqiu: "..."

Is it really hard for this guy to say something nice?

"Xiao Yao, cough cough, although what you said is reasonable and helpful to me, it does not improve the relationship between our Mo family and you." Mo Qiangqiu coughed.

Mo Chengfei wiped the sweat on his forehead and sighed for a long time. It seems that Mo Qiangqiu has not been convinced by Xiao Yao.

Xiao Yao said in a mocking tone: "I'm here this time, and I didn't intend to reconcile with you." He really wanted to tell Mo Qiangqiu that in his heart, he didn't treat them as enemies at all, if it weren't for Mo Chengfei. Always try to find his troubles, maybe he doesn't bother to talk to Mo's family!

Mo Qiang asked curiously, "Then what's your purpose in coming here today?"

"No purpose, your grandson said, your asthma is getting worse and worse, and you want me to check it for you." Xiao Yao said simply.

"Oh?" Mo Qiangqiu glanced at Mo Chengfei. Seeing Mo Chengfei nodded at him, he confirmed what Xiao Yao said.

He said with a cold face, and said with a cold voice: "I don't need you to help me see a doctor. Besides, there are so many famous doctors in Haitian City, why should I call you? Can't you find a doctor who can treat my illness?"

"Grandpa, we even found Yao Ling before, and the house he gave is still treating the symptoms but not the root cause?" Mo Chengfei said with a wry smile. Mo Qiangqiu said something like this, and he was not surprised, it was all he had expected before he came.

"Then I don't need him to help me treat the illness!" Mo Qiang turned his face away from seeing Xiao Yao and Mo Chengfei.

Mo Chengfei was a little lost.

He could only look at Xiao Yao with a look of help.

Xiao Yao smiled and said, "Okay, then I will leave."

"No!" Mo Qiang waved his hand.

"Wait a minute!" Mo Chengfei said anxiously, "Then Mr. Xiao, if you don't help my grandfather, you have to pay for the consultation?"

"Why? It's not that I can't cure it, nor that I don't want to treat the disease, but that your grandpa didn't treat me, and it wasn't me. Why should I pay you back the consultation fee?" Xiao Yao said.

Mo Chengfei opened his mouth.

"Forget it, Cheng Fei, so what do you want for a small amount of money? Since people are reluctant to pay it back, then we'll take it as a beggar." Mo Qiangqiu said.

"Send a beggar?" Xiao Yao laughed, arching his hand in admiration, "Mo family really is a big family, this is really strong, anyway, if it's me, sending a beggar will definitely not give you 200 million."

"That's..." Originally, Mo Qiangqiu was still triumphant, feeling that he had reached Xiao Yao's sarcasm, but the more he heard it, the more wrong he was. When he finally reacted, his expression instantly became petrified, and it took a long time to react and his face looked like dementia. , "What did you just say? How much is the consultation fee?"

"Not much, two hundred million, that is, to pass a beggar's money." Xiao Yao pretended to be relaxed.

Mo Qiangqiu suddenly turned his face to look at Mo Chengfei, perhaps because of his excitement, his voice trembled: "What he said is true?"

"Grandpa, it's true." Mo Chengfei whispered.

"You...you..." Mo Qiang begged his body to soften, and sat on the chair, panting for breath, his face was a little pale, he stretched out his hand, covered his chest, breathing air, it seemed to have become An extravagant hope.

"Grandpa, grandpa!" Mo Chengfei was immediately anxious, turning his face to look at Xiao Yao, "Brother Xiao, take a look, my grandpa has asthma!"

Xiao Yao smiled, walked to the front, and glanced at Mo Chengfei: "What's the worry, I'm here, your grandfather can't die." After speaking, he also stretched out his hand and held Mo Qiangqiu's wrist, and then The other hand touched Mo Qiangqiu's chest, and Mo Qiangqiu's face improved.

"Money is important and life is important, but money is terrible?" Xiao Yao asked.