This star doesn’t work overtime

this moment!

I don’t know how many people lost their composure while standing in front of the TV.

I don’t know how many people looked at those verses and inspired the dream of a knight in their hearts to travel the world with a sword!

I don’t know how many people just shouted excitedly to vent their excitement!

In the TV screen...

Wang Cheng's whole body once again exuded an extremely sharp aura, as if his whole body had transformed into an unsheathed sword.

Then, all the momentum of the whole body was condensed on the tip of the brush, and then injected into every stroke on the paper, every stroke...

so.

Every stroke, every stroke, is like a long sword, constantly piercing the hearts of every audience in front of the TV, constantly breaking their psychological defenses, causing them to fall continuously.

Xie Xingfeng, Zhang Huizhong, and Li Chi stood in front of the TV again with shock and confusion on their faces. They kept watching Wang Cheng's movements closely, looking at every stroke and trace of each stroke, their expressions were suppressed. His face was extremely red, and his breathing gradually became rapid. It was obvious that the emotions in his heart were extremely excited.

but……

They were speechless at this time, as if they were afraid that their words would affect Wang Cheng on the TV screen.

but……

They only held it in for a few seconds before the excitement building up in their hearts became uncontrollable.

Then, the youngest Li Chi couldn't help but follow Wang Cheng's calligraphy and read out.

"Zhao Keman and Hu Ying, Hu Gou Shuang and Xue Ming."

"The silver saddle shines on the white horse, and it rustles like a shooting star."

"Kill one person in ten steps, leave no trace in a thousand miles..."

Li Chi's voice trembled when he read this, and his eyes were so excited that he couldn't help but burst into tears. This sentence completely tore apart the defense in his heart and awakened his youthful dream of conquering the world with a sword. Unfortunately, he was already middle-aged and couldn't help himself, so he couldn't help but want to cry. The tears in his eyes almost flowed out. In the end, the middle-aged man's reason forced him to suppress the tears.

Xie Xingfeng and Zhang Huizhong next to them also waved their hands excitedly when they heard this. It seemed that this was the only way to vent their excitement.

Then, Li Chi's voice continued to read.

"Hello."

"I was leisurely passing Xinling to drink, taking off my sword and crossing my knees."

"I will eat Zhu Hai while I'm going to eat it, and I'll hold a wine glass to persuade the marquis to win."

"Three cups of tea will make the five mountains lighter."

"After the eyes are dazzled and the ears are hot, the spirit and spirit will be restored."

…

at the same time.

In the southern city of Guangdong Province.

In Wen Yixiao's apartment.

Wen Yixiao was still the only one sitting on the sofa, trying to appear as calm as possible.

Mo Jinhua, Yu Jinghong, and Lin Bing were still standing at the beginning, still staring with wide eyes at the words written by Wang Cheng on the TV screen like a sharp sword!

Wen Yixiao read it out softly, her eyes filled with confusion and her voice trembling slightly!

"Save Zhao with a golden mallet, HD was shocked first."

"Two heroes of Qianqiu, Xuanhe Daliang City."

"Even if the bones of a hero are so fragrant, I will not be ashamed of being a hero in the world."

"Who can write your Excellency, Baishou Taixuan Sutra!"

call……

After reading, Wen Yixiao took a deep breath. Her mind was still full of the experience of watching Wang Cheng write this paragraph at the scene that day. Thinking about it now, she was still full of surprise and fascination.

If possible, she would be willing to stay with Wang Cheng all the time, doing nothing but grinding ink for Wang Cheng every day. Even if she lived like this for the rest of her life, she would be willing to do so.

As for Mo Jinhua, Yu Jinghong, and Lin Bing, they all let out a sigh of relief as they watched Wang Cheng write the last few words, as if they had had a long dream. Their faces were slightly red, and they all So excited.

Yu Jinghong turned to look at Wen Yixiao: "Yixiao, is this the work Wang Cheng gave you?"

Mo Jinhua and Lin Bing also looked at Wen Yixiao at the same time, with anticipation and excitement in their eyes.

If they could see this work with their own eyes, it would definitely satisfy their greatest curiosity and expectations at this time.

Lin Bing's voice also trembled a little as she said, "Is this the work that I need to frame?"

The three of them looked at Wen Yixiao closely, and then looked at the wooden box on the table. They all looked a little eager to open it and take a closer look.

But.

Wen Yixiao shook her head gently: "No!"

no?

All three were slightly disappointed.

Yu Jinghong knew more about the inside story and asked with a slight frown: "But didn't Wang Cheng only write this one work?"

Mo Jinhua and Lin Bing were still staring at Wen Yixiao, looking forward to the answer.

Wen Yixiao still looked at the TV screen and said softly: "You will find out if you keep watching! He only wrote one piece of work, not just one piece of work."

I only wrote one piece of work, not one piece of work?

The three of them were startled and quickly turned to look at the TV screen, only to see that the TV screen was not the ending scene they had just thought.

Wang Cheng picked up the Xia Ke Xing he had just written and put it aside, and then continued writing on the white paper without hesitation.

It is still the word "Xia Ke Xing".

However, the handwriting this time is completely different from the calligraphy handwriting just now.

The three people were shocked by the cursive handwriting that was so sloppy that ordinary people could hardly recognize it. At the same time, they also understood what Wen Yixiao meant.

Wang Cheng wrote the same poem "Xia Ke Xing" twice using two different calligraphy fonts.

If the Xia Ke Xing in cursive script just now is a great swordsman's great opening and closing moves, then this Xia Ke Xing in cursive script is like the crazy sword dance of a peerless swordsman, which is even more arrogant, sharp, and indomitable!

It has a completely different visual impact from the running script work just now, but it has the same profound artistic conception. If they hadn’t seen it with their own eyes and the camera hadn’t switched, no one would have believed that this was a calligraphy font written by the same person!

and……

Several people here have some knowledge and discernment, and they can all see that the cursive calligraphy written by Wang Cheng is extraordinary, not weaker than the running script just now, and the madness in it reveals the temperament of order. It's amazing.

Lin Bing can be said to be the best at calligraphy here. His eyes were wide open, full of disbelief, and he murmured to himself: "Impossible, impossible! How is this possible? This cursive script..."

She couldn't speak anymore.

Because this cursive handwriting is better than what her grandfather wrote.

And her grandfather was one of the two cursive calligraphy masters still alive in the country at this time. He was also the only cursive calligraphy master in the South. He was known as the best cursive calligrapher in the South. His status in the Southern Chinese Studies circle was very high. It was said that it was a Chinese calligraphy. It's not an exaggeration to say that he is one of the leading figures.

But……

She knew it clearly.

Wang Cheng's cursive calligraphy at this time was definitely above her grandfather's calligraphy level.

but……

How can this be?

How can this be?

why is that?

Lin Bing's heart was full of doubts and disbelief.

Although she usually keeps a low profile and only cares about things she likes, such as reading and writing, she also knows who Wang Cheng and Wen Yixiao are.

Because she has heard the works of Wang Cheng and Wen Yixiao and likes them very much.

She also knew that the calligraphy of the humble house inscription that Wang Cheng wrote on Xiangnan Satellite TV before was the best in the country.

However, the domestic calligraphy circle chose to ignore it and did not acknowledge it.

However, Lin Bing recognized it in his heart!

You can say that you are the best cursive script in China, and now you are the best cursive script in China?

how did you do that?

If Wang Cheng was an old scholar, she would be able to accept it with some reluctance. After all, after practicing for so many years, it is theoretically possible to master two master-level calligraphy with extraordinary talent, although no one has done it before...

However, Wang Cheng is only nineteen and a half years old!

Even among the great calligraphers in ancient times who have gone down in history, they were extremely talented and started practicing at a young age. The first ones who became famous were already in their twenties.

In this world...

Why can there be such a monster as Wang Cheng?

Lin Bing also followed the cursive calligraphy and read the poem "Xia Ke Xing" word by word, with a suppressed tremor in his voice.

Wang Cheng finished writing and Lin Bing also finished reading.

Then, looking at the cursive calligraphy work on the TV screen, Lin Bing turned to Wen Yixiao excitedly: "Excuse me, is this the cursive calligraphy work that Wang Cheng gave you? Can you show it to me? ?”

Yu Jinghong and Mo Jinhua were both looking at Wen Yixiao with burning eyes at this time. They had already forgotten about Wen Yixiao's public announcement yesterday that she was a loyal fan of Wang Cheng.

Such Wang Cheng...

What about becoming his fan?

It can also improve your style in the eyes of the outside world.

Wen Yixiao read Wang Cheng's The Journey of a Knight again, feeling a little excited in her heart. She took a deep breath to calm herself down, then picked up the box and opened it for the first time. With a clatter, the box opened, and she saw a man lying quietly inside. A rolled up piece of paper.

When Wen Yixiao was about to reach out and take it.

Lin Bing said hurriedly: "No, don't move yet!"

After saying that, Lin Bing quickly opened his bag, took out a pair of gloves from it, and said excitedly: "I'll do it."

Wen Yixiao hesitated for a moment and nodded in agreement. She was also afraid that if she took it directly, it would get dirty and leave marks, so she put the box on the table again and motioned to Lin Bing to get it.

Lin Bing quickly walked over in two steps, slowly stretched out his gloved hand, and picked up the paper in the box. Then he suddenly remembered something and said to Wen Yixiao: "Can you please take the piece of cloth from my bag?" Spread it on the table!”

Yu Jinghong and Mo Jinhua had already picked up the bag together and put it beside them.

Wen Yixiao opened the bag, took out a roll of cloth, and quickly spread it on the table. She didn't know there was so much detail.

Lin Bing then placed the paper on the cloth and slowly spread it out.

Wen Yixiao, Yu Jinghong, and Mo Jinhua stood around, watching without blinking.

Lin Bing's breathing gradually became faster, and he spread it out carefully and slowly. Looking at the cursive calligraphy words that appeared, they were exactly the same as those written by Wang Cheng on the TV screen. His cheeks became increasingly red with excitement, and his eyes widened even more. As I get older, I seem to want to see every word more clearly.

She could already confirm it.

Wang Cheng on the TV screen is not exaggerated and has no special effects.

The cursive calligraphy written by Wang Cheng has truly reached the master level, and it is the top master level. It can be compared with the ancient cursive calligraphy masters who are famous in history, and is better than her grandfather and another contemporary cursive calligraphy master. .

This font!

Simply art.

Slowly spread them all out.

Look at the full picture of this cursive script Xia Kexing's work.

Except Wen Yixiao was a little calmer.

Lin Bing, Mo Jinhua, and Yu Jinghong all breathed rapidly with excitement and lowered their heads to watch carefully.

I watched this for several minutes!

Wen Yixiao frowned slightly and whispered: "Can you help me frame it now?"

Lin Bing then raised his head, took a deep breath again, calmed himself down a little, looked at Wen Yixiao, and asked hesitantly: "I know it's presumptuous, but I still want to ask, can this calligraphy be used?" Do you want to sell it? I am willing to agree to any conditions you have! My grandfather is Lin Nianxiang, and I can exchange ten of his works with you for this one..."

Wen Yixiao didn't think much about it. When he heard that the other party wanted this work by Wang Cheng, he immediately shook his head: "No way, I won't take action. I just asked you to frame this work."

Yu Jinghong heard more information and asked in surprise: "Is your grandfather Lin Nianxiang?"

Mo Jinhua also looked at Lin Bing in surprise. Neither of them expected that Lin Bing was actually Lin Nianxiang's granddaughter!

Lin Nianxiang is a well-known figure in Chinese studies in southern Guangdong Province.

Lin Bing nodded, still looking at Wen Yixiao: "Well, my grandfather is Lin Nianxiang!"

After Yu Jinghong was surprised, she explained to Wen Yixiao in a low voice: "Lin Nianxiang is one of several calligraphy masters in the country. He is known as the first cursive calligraphy master in the south. The president of the Southern Guangdong Province Calligraphy Association, one of his last year This masterpiece was sold for more than 50 million at an auction in Hong Kong, and was sold to a wealthy Chinese man from Nanyang."

At this time, Wen Yixiao also remembered who Lin Nianxiang was. She had seen at home that her father and grandfather had collected Lin Nianxiang's calligraphy works.

But……

She still shook her head: "Sorry, I won't change!"

Lin Bing said with serious eyes: "The work auctioned last year was an excellent work by my grandfather. I am willing to trade ten similar works with you for this work. In terms of the current value, it must be my grandfather's. The value of the master’s work is even higher, and can sell for at least two to three hundred million!”

Yu Jinghong and Mo Jinhua both had some thoughts, and they considered it from the perspective of pure interests.

It is indeed Lin Nianxiang's ten works that are more valuable.

Moreover, they knew that Lin Nianxiang was very old, already in his eighties, and had only a few years to live.

Once Lin Nianxiang passes away, the value of the works he left behind will skyrocket again. It is not impossible for a masterpiece to be worth hundreds of millions.

Even if Lin Bing takes out ten works at a time, the value will decrease due to the excessive number, but the combined value of the ten works is at least hundreds of millions, and will continue to increase as time goes by.

Still for that reason...

Lin Nianxiang is very old and may pass away at any time, and no more works will be circulated.

There will be a lot of room for appreciation in the value of his works.

Although, purely in terms of cursive writing level, Wang Cheng's cursive writing level is higher.

but……

Wang Cheng is only nineteen years old.

Who knows how many more works he will leave in the future?

Therefore, the specific value of Wang Cheng’s works cannot be judged at all.

However, purely in terms of market value, they are definitely not as expensive as the works of those very old calligraphy masters.

But!

In Wen Yixiao's eyes.

Not to mention ten works.

Even if all the works written by Lin Nianxiang from the time he became famous to the present are taken, they are not as precious as a single word on Wang Cheng's work.

so.

Wen Yixiao shook her head without hesitation and said in an increasingly rude tone: "I don't want to hear about this topic anymore. If you are here to take away my things, then you can leave."

Yu Jinghong and Mo Jinhua also quickly understood that Wen Yixiao would definitely choose this way.

Because the value of Wang Cheng's own blessing is too great.

Yu Jinghong just wanted to talk to smooth things over, but was afraid of a stalemate between the two parties.

After all, Lin Bing is not an ordinary framer, but the granddaughter of Lin Nianxiang, so her status is different.

However, Lin Bing first said apologetically: "Sorry, I was rude. I don't want your things, I just like this wording too much. Since you don't want to change it, I won't mention it."

Wen Yixiao's expression softened slightly, but her tone remained calm as she said, "Can you help me frame it now?"

Lin Bing shook his head: "No!"

Wen Yixiao frowned slightly: "Why?"

Lin Bing's eyes never left the cursive fonts on the table, and he said in a serious tone: "Because the things I brought are all ordinary materials. They are not suitable for framing this work, and I have been busy all day today, and my mental state is not good. I'm quite tired. I want to make an appointment with you again. Next time I will bring the best materials, rest for half a day in advance, and be fully prepared before I can help you frame this work!"

After hearing this, Wen Yixiao's face looked better and she agreed with it. She also believed that ordinary materials were not worthy of Wang Cheng's calligraphy works. She nodded and agreed: "Okay, I agree. In recent years, I work in Nanyue Provincial City every day, and I get off work after eight o'clock every night, so you can come over!"

Forehead……

You get off work after eight o'clock?

Lin Bing glanced at Wen Yixiao in surprise, aren't you a star? Why do you still have to get off work at eight o'clock? Are you sure you're not a civil servant?

Yu Jinghong hurriedly explained: "Wen Yixiao said that she goes to bed at eight o'clock. Miss Lin, you can come over after eight o'clock."

She has a big head, Wen Yixiao is going to become Wang Cheng...

Everyone is required to get off work at eight o'clock.

fine……

There were no such requirements when recording the program. I was only required to go to bed at ten o'clock in the evening.

Lin Bing nodded: "Okay then, I'll come over at eight o'clock tomorrow night, okay?"

Wen Yixiao thought for a moment: "Okay!"

The four of them gathered around the table and looked at the calligraphy. Everyone felt that they could not get tired of looking at it.

Mo Jinhua suddenly thought of something and said to Wen Yixiao: "Yixiao, can you take a photo of this word and post it on Weibo?"

Wen Yixiao shook her head: "I don't want to!"

Wang Cheng never posted these things on his social account, and Wen Yixiao didn't want to break this habit. He thought maybe Wang Cheng didn't want his literary and calligraphy works to be seen by too many people.

only……

It seems that there is no point in this. After all, it has been seen by everyone on the TV show. Everyone can watch the replay video at any time and watch it over and over again, or even take screenshots to study it carefully!

Mo Jinhua persuaded: "If you publish it, you can prove to everyone that you and Wang Cheng are close! You are the only person in the circle who has obtained Wang Cheng's works, and no one else has."

Are you relatively close to Wang Cheng?

No one else?

Only I have it?

Wen Yixiao's eyes lit up slightly, and her heart was very moved, but she still said hesitantly: "But, what if Wang Cheng doesn't like it?"

Mo Jinhua smiled and said: "Do you think Wang Cheng will see this? Will he care about this? He doesn't care at all... Han Xiao posted photos of Wang Cheng and her twice before, but Wang Cheng didn't care. care."

Mo Jinhua's words had an immediate effect!

Han Xiao can do it, and so can you...

Wen Yixiao nodded immediately: "Okay, I'll send it right away!"

After saying that, Wen Yixiao picked up her phone, chose the light angle, took a panoramic photo of the calligraphy work of Xiakexing on the table, posted it on her Weibo account, and wrote: "This is me The best and most precious gift I have ever received in my life!"

Click to send!

Then, Wen Yixiao left it alone.

This is a habit she has developed in the past month. She completely ignores the public opinion of the outside world and only does what she wants to do.

Lin Bing reluctantly looked at the words on the table, looked at the time and said: "Then I will go home and rest first. Tomorrow I will put down all other things, rest at home for a day, and refresh myself." , come back at eight o’clock in the evening!”

Wen Yixiao: "Okay, I will wait for you!"

Lin Bing took another deep breath, looked closer and looked at every word on the paper, and murmured in a low voice: "This word, this poem, is really a rare masterpiece in ancient and modern times! You must take good care of it, Qian Don’t break it or lose it..."

Hearing Lin Bing's praise, Wen Yixiao smiled and said: "Don't worry, this painting is more important than my life!"

Lin Bing nodded, stood up, looked at the TV screen that had finished, Wang Cheng's figure still appeared on it, and said with longing: "It would be great if I could meet him and ask him for some calligraphy lessons."

Wen Yixiao smiled and said nothing.

Yu Jinghong and Mo Jinhua both smiled bitterly, saying that you can't ask for anything after seeing you, because Wang Cheng doesn't bother to pay attention to you at all...

Lin Bing stopped thinking about it, packed up her things, turned around and left.

Wen Yixiao and Yu Jinghong continued to appreciate this work.

As Wen Yixiao's manager, Mo Jinhua took out her mobile phone and looked at the current public opinion situation to see what reaction Wen Yixiao's news had just released.

As soon as she opened Weibo, she found that the Weibo page seemed to be laggy and not as smooth as before.

On the list of popular news on the homepage, the first one is still Wang Cheng, the second one is the name of the poem "Xia Ke Xing" that Wang Cheng just wrote on the TV screen, the third one is Sword Dance in the Tang Dynasty, and the fourth one is Zhu Ziqi and Han Xiao. The fifth is Wen Yixiao, the sixth is An Keru, and the seventh is the name of Wenhua Zhongyuan's program.

Mo Jinhua's eyes twitched as she watched.

The performance of Yuan Shang in the culture and Wang Cheng and others have almost occupied most of the top ten positions, which is no worse than the peak period when Tomorrow Idol was broadcast.

She took a quick look and saw that the screen was full of praises and incredible speeches. Wang Cheng's Weibo homepage's speech area was even worse, with dense messages popping up every second.

"I almost cried when I saw it, Xia Ke Xing, Wang Cheng, how did you do it? Can you write such an awesome poem? Why can I only drive screws in a factory at the age of nineteen?"

"Two works, one poem. One in running script and one in cursive script. Judging from my perspective, both works are master calligraphy! This is the most incredible, even more incredible than Wang Cheng writing the poem "Xia Ke Xing"! These two works will definitely be passed down through the ages!”

"I beg you on my knees to beg for the original authenticity of the two works written by Wang Cheng on TV. One piece is worth 10 million, and the two pieces together are 30 million. I beg you! Whoever can sell it, the price can be discussed later."

"Kill one person in ten steps and leave no trace in a thousand miles. When it's over, go away and hide your identity and name! What an awesome sentence! Wang Cheng, why are you so awesome?"

"This is the first time I am such a fan of a celebrity artist. Perhaps Wang Cheng is no longer a celebrity artist. He is an artist, writer, poet, and author! He is so awesome..."

"Wang Cheng, I love you!"

"This poem is definitely my favorite. I like it better than the Tang poems in textbooks that have been passed down through the ages. It's so great. I've read it more than a dozen times and I can't get enough of it."

"You only feel the awesomeness of this poem, but as a literary worker, I can tell you that the awesomeness of this ancient poem exceeds your imagination. It uses many allusions and stories that most people can't read. I understand, but I can’t help but wonder how serious it is. Tomorrow I will analyze this poem specifically and explain the allusions and stories in it. Then you will know how awesome this is. In the past hundred years, there is no poem like this one. Poems use so many allusions!”

"Wang Cheng, please, can you come out and say a word to us?"

"Actually, I can understand why Wang Cheng ignores us fans. If I can be as awesome as him, I'm colder than him! Why should I pay attention to you mortals? Isn't that a waste of my time?"

"When you say this, I seem to understand, so Wang Cheng should ignore us, right?"

…

When Mo Jinhua saw these speeches, her eyes were full of envy.

Then she took another look at Wang Cheng's number of fans, which started to increase rapidly again. It was more than two million more than when she looked at it yesterday. The total number has exceeded 96 million, and maybe it will exceed 100 million tomorrow. , by then he will become the second celebrity artist in the Chinese entertainment industry with over 100 million fans.

Mo Jinhua calmed down and knew that Wang Cheng deserved all this.

In fact, Wang Cheng should have gotten more...

If Wang Cheng had done a good job in promoting and managing his fans, his number of fans might have already surpassed Liu Qianhua's.

The current number of fans has underestimated Wang Cheng's popularity!

Mo Jinhua looked at Wen Yixiao's Weibo again and saw that the number of Wen Yixiao's fans had exceeded 70 million. She felt a little calmer and finally stopped losing fans. The picture that Wen Yixiao posted just now The photo attracted more than a million retweets and likes within a short period of time.

Many people went crazy when they saw this calligraphy in Wen Yixiao's hands.

"Is this an authentic work? Little fairy? Do you have Wang Cheng's original work in your hands? That's awesome."

"Wen Yixiao, can you sell this work? I offer 20 million. The price can be discussed later. You can chat with me privately. The price is not an issue!"

"Holy crap, the original is in the hands of the little fairy? No wonder the little fairy said yesterday that she is Wang Cheng's most loyal fan. With Wang Cheng's looks, talent, and calligraphy, who wouldn't be confused after seeing it? I can understand the little fairy's choice , I still support you."

"Have you seen the original work? Wen Tianxian, take a few more pictures. This work is really awesome. My dad watched the TV and said that this work is the only one in China and the best among contemporary works!"

"Little fairy, can you sell me this work? I'll pay 30 million, and we can negotiate..."

…

Mo Jinhua was speechless when she saw that most of the people in the comment section were asking Wen Yixiao to buy this work.

Buzz buzz...

Mo Jinhua's phone suddenly rang.

She picked it up and looked at it. She frowned slightly when she saw Shen Shenghui's name, but she still connected. Shen Shenghui's urgent voice came immediately: "Hello, I'm Shen Shenghui! I want you to ask Wen Yi Xiao, can you sell the chivalrous cursive work she got? I am willing to pay 50 million!"

Mo Jinhua didn't even need to ask Wen Yixiao about this question, she simply refused and said, "Director Shen, I'm sorry, this is impossible! No matter how much money you pay, it won't be possible."

Shen Shenghui said directly: "Sixty million!"

Mo Jinhua's eyes twitched, she glanced at Wen Yixiao, and still said firmly: "Director Shen, it's getting late, there's no need to talk about this issue anymore."

Shen Shenghui was silent for a moment, and then said, "Okay, excuse me!"

After saying that, he hung up the phone.

Mo Jinhua saw that Wen Yixiao had carefully put the work back into the box, and Yu Jinghong was very reluctant and longing beside her.

…

Magic City!

Shen Shenghui put down the phone, looked at Qin Yuhai and shook his head: "Mr. Qin, Mo Jinhua refused!"

Qin Yuhai took a deep breath, looked at the TV screen, and said with admiration: "I really didn't expect that Wang Cheng could give us such a huge surprise. This poem and these two kinds of calligraphy are really amazing. If Wang Cheng If Cheng comes from a scholarly family, he might become one of the leaders in the domestic literary world!"

"It's a pity that his background is too ordinary and he has no apprenticeship. He cannot enter those circles. Unless Wang Cheng bows his head and pays the price, he will only be recognized by the outside world and not within those circles!"

As a big shot in the entertainment industry, Qin Yuhai naturally knows about things in the literary world.

After all, since ancient times, entertainment has not been divided into different families.

Shen Shenghui was also full of amazement: "This poem is really good. My blood is still boiling. I can't wait to go out and run around and fight with my sword to the end of the world."

Qin Yuhai still didn't give up, and said thoughtfully: "I'm going to see Wang Cheng tomorrow! That painting of a knight's travels in running script should still be in his hands!"

Shen Shenghui smiled bitterly and said, "He will definitely not sell it."

Qin Yuhai: "How will you know if you don't try? Fifty million won't work, then 60 million, 70 million, 80 million, or even 100 million!"

Shen Shenghui stopped persuading, but there was shock and envy in his eyes.

If Wang Cheng's works are worth hundreds of millions now...

How many more will it be in the future?

He couldn't think of it and didn't dare to think about it.

Qin Yuhai changed the topic and asked: "I wonder how high the ratings of Central Plains TV can be! With such an amazing performance like Wang Cheng, the ratings will definitely not be low!"

Shen Shenghui nodded affirmatively: "That's inevitable. Three points is the minimum. The suspense is whether we can pass four! Wang Cheng's attraction is really too strong."

Shen Shenghui has already begun to change his mind.

Since two little-known variety shows in a row can’t be suppressed, let’s change our thinking!

However, he didn't have a clear goal yet. He immediately picked up the phone and called Xiao Qiang, the director of Wenhua Zhongyuan, to ask if the final ratings were out.

…………

Xie Xingfeng, Zhang Huizhong, and Li Chi also gradually calmed down after being excited, and were full of admiration.

Xie Xingfeng was still pacing back and forth and said quickly: "This poem is more wonderful than the humble inscription last time! It is definitely a rare masterpiece in the past few hundred years! Wang Cheng's talent can actually reach such a level , it’s incredible!”

Li Chi shook his head and said: "The most incredible thing is that his cursive calligraphy is also at the level of a top master. He can practice two calligraphy fonts to a master level at the same time. He is unique in the entire history of Chinese literature. There are no calligraphy masters in China who are famous in history. One person can do this.”

"On this basis alone, Wang Cheng can be compared with those great calligraphers who are famous throughout the ages. This is really incredible. We are all witnesses of history today!"

Zhang Huizhong: "It's really amazing. It is said that Wang Cheng gave the cursive calligrapher Xia Ke Xing to Wen Yixiao. Wen Yixiao made a lot of money."

The three of them all nodded, knowing that this cursive calligraphy of Xia Ke Xing was definitely a top-notch work worth collecting!

Unfortunately……

All three of them knew.

Once Wang Cheng's works flow into Wen Yixiao's hands, it will be impossible for others to take them out.

All three of them shook their heads...

Surprised and regretful.

It took a few minutes to collect myself.

Xie Xingfeng picked up the phone again and called Liu Jie, wanting to know what the final ratings of Wenhua Zhongyuan were tonight!

Zhang Huizhong and Li Chi were also full of expectations and anxiety. They knew in their hearts that Wang Cheng's performance this time was amazing, and seemed even more amazing than his performance on Country TV, so they were a little afraid that Wenhua Zhongyuan's highest ratings would exceed Wenhua Zhongyuan's. …

However, after thinking about it, they felt that it was impossible. At best, it might be about the same, or even.

after all!

It is really a miracle if it can reach a ratings of 4.5 in the midnight time slot.

No matter how amazing Wang Cheng's performance is in China Central Television, it is impossible to break the shackles of the midnight time slot and create higher ratings data.

…

At this time, Liu Jie, Xiao Qiang, and Yu Wenqiao were no longer sitting. They were all walking back and forth anxiously in the office, waiting for the final ratings.

Although they also believe that Wang Cheng's amazing performance will definitely boost the ratings.

but……

But they also have higher expectations.

However, their higher expectation is whether they can pass four o'clock!

They didn't dare to think about surpassing Country TV's midnight miracle ratings of 4.5.

boom……

The secretary pushed open the door excitedly, holding a piece of paper in his hand!

Liu Jie didn't wait for the secretary to speak, then stepped forward and grabbed it.

Xiao Qiang and Yu Wenqiao also ran over quickly, almost lying on Liu Jie's body, stretching their necks to look at the numbers on the report!

The three of them all looked at the top of the data table at the same time...

Just a glance.

The three of them all became stiff at the same time as if struck by lightning, their entire bodies became motionless, and their breathing stopped...