The Profligate Madam of the Family

   Chapter 1758 Must find someone who is inside to compare high and low

  The people around wanted to see Monan Chong’s words, so they craned their necks and waited, but saw the girl motionless.

   "What's the matter, bring it here, it will be shown to Grandpa anyway." Jin Fuyao said to the girl.

  The girl has a very good relationship with Jin Fuyao, so after hearing Jin Fuyao's words, she suddenly recovered.

  She knows that Monan’s favorite characters are beautiful, and they are definitely better than those of Jin Fuyao.

  Just a glance, she can be seen by a layman, the same words are the same, Monan Chong's writing can be said to be very emotional, very vigorous, and the strength of the stroke can be felt by the layman.

  When I read Jin Fiyao alone, I think Jin Fiyao’s words are also very good.

  But with such a comparison, you don’t have to think about it. It’s easy to see who’s writing is better and whose writing is rubbish.

  The girl belongs to Jin Fiyao after all, she has only one idea at this time, and she can't make Jin Fiyao shame.

  After all, Jin Fuyao is their face.

  At the moment when the girl recovered, she aimed her eyes at the ink on the table and rushed toward the ink.

   "Don't!" The first person who reacted was the old man. He threw the seeds in his hand and rushed over almost like flying.

  But before she could grab the copybook in the girl's hand, the moment the girl was about to hit the ink, her body was stabilized.

  Mo Nan favored Shi Shiran and took his own handwriting from her hand, then glanced at the girl, "If you want to fall, don’t take my handwriting."

  After speaking, she let go of her hand.

  The girl threw and fell down, and the ink smeared her face.

   "It's okay, okay, saved." The old president deeply knew that Menan Chong is the kind of person who is too lazy to write. Although she is very talented and capable, she is really lazy.

  They asked her to do, how much money to give her, she was not willing to write a word.

   Finally there is such an opportunity, how can this be ruined.

  For Menan Chong, this is nothing, but to them, the words of Menan Chong can be called God's work.

  【Fuck, what happened just now? 】

  【That grandpa's expression seems to be something rare and precious to be destroyed! 】

   [No, did that girl deliberately? Why did she deliberately rush to the table to destroy our favorite character? 】

  【Let me guess, is it because our pet father wrote so well, so she was worried that their group could not win, so she simply ruined it? 】

   [Yes, I can’t think of other reasons! 】

  【Damn, that's too vicious, right? Just now I was laughing at our pet master for not being able to write, and now I feel threatened, so he is going to ruin it? 】

  [What else can Jin Fuyao’s fans have to say? 】

  【We Fu Yao didn't do anything, don't bring us Fu Yao, okay? 】

   [That's right, we Fu Yao have always been beside us, okay? That girl might have slipped her feet, but Mo Nan favored her. She held her and let her go. Isn’t it a bit too much? 】

  【Why is it too much? If I write a character carefully and someone almost ruins it for me, I will not just let it go, I will just press her into the dye vat! 】

  【The fans of Monan Chong are as rude as Monan Chong! 】

  【I feel sorry for that girl, that girl may not be deliberate! You Monan Chong wrote only ten minutes, this is not a hard work, okay? Is it necessary to care so much? 】

  The old man has directly grabbed the words in Monan's hand and read it.

   "Very good, great, great, not ruined!"

  "Can we choose the ingredients?" Monan Chong looked at the old man and asked.

   "Take the best!" The old man waved his hand without thinking.

  This time, other groups are not happy.

"what's the situation?"

   "No, it's still nothing to compare, old man, what do you mean, isn't it supposed to take the ingredients only after the game?"

   "Yeah, what is this better than?"

   "There is no inside story, right?"

  A group of players are not happy anymore.

The old man looked at this group of contestants, his face was a little unsightly, a little stern, "Her handwriting is the best, of course she chooses the best ingredients, it's impossible, you can write more than her Great?"

  "We haven't seen her words yet. You said her words are the best. Is this really good?"

   "It's just..."

  The old man was amused. He turned his head and looked at a few girls who were talking, "My side words? Okay, let me show you what is called calligraphy!"

  Mo Nanchong turned around and faced all the players.

  Everyone on the scene saw at a glance, they all froze as if struck by lightning.

  Although they don’t know calligraphy very well, everyone can still judge the basics. So when Mo Nanchong turned the characters over, everyone was shocked.

  "This, the same poem written by Jin Fuyao, every word is the same..."

   "God, is it so pretty?"

  "How can this be written so beautifully? There is no harm if there is no comparison. In an instant, I felt that Jin Fuyao wrote the word dog crawling..."

  "...How does the old man feel as if he has known that Chong Meng can write so beautifully?"

  Everyone's eyes fell on Jin Fiyao. Originally, Jin Fiyao was waiting for everyone to chase her own voice, but at this time, she also felt that something was wrong, and looked sideways at the handwriting of Menanchong.

   writes the same verse, all the characters are the same, but it took only ten minutes to write it out. The characters are so good-looking, and every word is so good-looking, it can be said to be three points into the woods.

  Compared with Monan's favored words, the pair she is proud of is simply too blunt and low-level.

  She was a little bit wrong, and some couldn't believe it, her fingertips were shaking.

  She subconsciously wanted to hide her words.

   "Who else thinks this character can't be the number one?" The old man looked at everyone and asked.

  The players are a little quiet.

  Only Huahua and the others made a horrified sound of exclamation.

   "No, I still think Jin Fuyao looks good!"

"We Fuyao has been systematically trained anyway, so how can we compare with the wild ways like Monan Chong? Whose handwriting is better than that, I definitely need professionals to speak out. Grandpa, what you said, I don’t think I’m quite accurate. !"

   "Yes, the old man is not an expert! This should be judged by an expert."

  Some people have a hard duck mouth, but they still refuse to believe that Monan’s favorite characters are better.

  The old man was exasperated, "Then you say, who is the expert and who is the professional?"

   "That's naturally the people from the National Calligraphy Association!" a girl said, "I think it is necessary to judge who writes well, or ask the president of the National Calligraphy Association to comment."

  Old man: "..."

  Monan’s favorite: "..."

  "Fuyao, don't you have the contact information of the Calligraphy Association, you can make a call!" Someone said to Jin Fiyao, "Obviously you write better, this old man is really telling nonsense with his eyes open!"

  At this moment, Jin Fuyao's mobile phone rang suddenly.

  (End of this chapter)