Chapter 1203 Compare Calligraphy with Your Master? Are You Courting Death?

"How is it impossible?" Leng Rongrong leaned back lightly, "Mr. Yan, right? I forgot to tell you. I won a gambling king when I was in Las Vegas. When I was less than ten years old I won."

"You...you are that child prodigy?" That Mr. Yan stood up from his chair, took a step back, and looked at Leng Rongrong in disbelief.

"It's not a child prodigy, it's pure luck." Leng Rongrong shrugged.

"No, you're not lucky." Mr. Yan took a deep look at Leng Rongrong, and he took out one of his cards, "I'd like to bet, the money in this card is yours. I didn't expect that The eldest lady on the nineteenth floor has such a background."

After speaking, the gentleman turned and left.

Leaving behind the bewildered onlookers.

Do you have a background?

What's the background?

Didn't you say that someone who came from the countryside is an actor?

What could it be?

I heard that he is still a not-so-famous actor. If he has a background, he can't be less famous. He is already at the level of a movie queen, right?

"Is there anyone else who wants to play?" Leng Rongrong looked at the crowd with interest.

"I don't know if Miss Rongrong knows how to play piano, chess, calligraphy and painting?" Someone said, "I think fighting and gambling are not something a girl should know. For a girl, what is more important is piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. these things."

"That's right, you Orientals, don't you really like this kind of stuff?"

Many people shouted one after another.

"I didn't say I can't." Leng Rongrong looked at everyone, "Who wants to compare with me? I said, I can compete with anything...except cooking. I will definitely lose in cooking, so I have to compete , I admit defeat first."

Everyone: ...

"I'll compare with you!" A boy in the crowd suddenly stood up. This boy was wearing a black suit and looked very handsome. His eyes were like black gemstones, shining brightly under the light.

At first glance, there is a feeling of dragon and phoenix among people.

Leng Rongrong has always liked good-looking men. This man is very good-looking, so she couldn't help but take a second look.

"I like to compete with good-looking people." Master Rong said with a slight smile.

Li Ruhua, who was squatting with Song Junlin and the others: "..."

"Is the young lady stimulated? Why do you feel that the young lady's eyes are shining when she looks at this man?" Li Ruhua was worried.

The misunderstanding between the young lady and the fourth master has not been resolved yet.

Young Madam won't empathize with others, will she?

If it was really a misunderstanding, wouldn't fourth master be cuckolded?

"Normal operation, you don't have to worry. That kid is just good-looking." Qin Xiong patted Li Ruhua's shoulder, "You have been with Rongrong for so long, you don't know Rongrong's habit of looking at people first, right? If he is good-looking, even if he is a bad person, she will take a few more glances."

Li Ruhua: "...it seems to be so."

On the ring, the boy had already walked in front of Leng Rongrong, "Miss Rongrong, let me introduce myself first, my name is Gu Xinian."

Leng Rongrong nodded, as if she had greeted the boy. When she looked at the boy, she couldn't help but take a second look.

"Your last name is Gu?"

"Is there any problem? Who else has the surname Gu?" Gu Xinian asked suspiciously.

"There is such a person..." Leng Rongrong glanced at Gu Xinian again, Gu Xinian is too good-looking when she is older, but her eyes look like the old man...

Strange.

After thinking about it, Leng Rongrong shook her head.

Although Gu Jinghu said every day that he didn't look very good now, but he was very handsome when he was young, so he probably meant it.

Moreover, Gu Jinghu didn't say that he had any relatives, or grandchildren.

"What do you want to compare with me?" Leng Rongrong asked.

"Calligraphy and painting." Gu Xinian said.

"Okay." Leng Rongrong asked Jiang Po to prepare.

Then Jiang Po asked people to prepare pens, inks, papers and inkstones.

Many people in the stands have learned to be smart, but this time no one said that Leng Rongrong must be inferior to Gu Xinian, but some people said that Gu Xinian seemed to have learned calligraphy from a very powerful master.

That calligraphy master's disciple is definitely not too bad.

So even if Leng Rongrong's calligraphy is good, compared with Gu Xinian, it's not easy to say how the result will be.

Everything was ready, Leng Rongrong and Gu Xinian picked up the brushes and began to draw at the same time.

The people in the audience were very patient, waiting one by one.

Not long after, Leng Rongrong finished the painting, she put down the brush casually, "It's done."

"So fast?"

"Writing and painting, how fast?"

"It's not a scribble, is it?"

"What can you write at such a fast speed?"

Everyone shook their heads, feeling that Leng Rongrong was just playing around.

Among the crowd, the corners of Huang Yuan's lips twitched, revealing a touch of sarcasm, comparing calligraphy with Gu Xinian, his master is somewhat better than hers.

It must be better than that.

Besides calligraphy, she also arranged for other people to deal with Leng Rongrong.

To rob her of the position she wants, to rob her of the limelight...

No one ever could.

Just when everyone was looking forward to seeing Leng Rongrong's dog climbing character, Gu Xinian also finished drawing.

The two of them lifted up the calligraphy and painting they made at the same time.

Leng Rongrong took a look at Gu Xinian's calligraphy and painting, Gu Xinian also took a look at Leng Rongrong's calligraphy and painting, and then both of them froze for a moment.

The other party's calligraphy and painting looked familiar.

"Who did you learn calligraphy from?" Gu Xinian looked surprised, "Your calligraphy..."

How is it like the exhibition back then...

"Stinky boy, you and your ancestor were painted?" Suddenly a voice came from the crowd, and then an old man came out from behind the crowd.

The old man rushed to the ring and grabbed Gu Xinian by the ear.

"What, what master?" Gu Xinian screamed when his ears were pinched, and looked at the old man in disbelief.

"This is my master, isn't it your master!" Gu Xinian looked at Leng Rongrong, let go of her hand, and looked at Leng Rongrong with a smile, "Master, When I saw the photo, I thought it was you, so it was really you!"

"I've said it all, I have confiscated my apprentice, you are not my apprentice!" Leng Rongrong frowned.

"But I learned calligraphy from you! You are my master!" The old man snorted, "I don't care, you let me live, you have to be responsible to me, an old apprentice!"

"Isn't that master of calligraphy, Mr. Qian!"

"What did he call that Miss Rongrong just now? Master?"

"No way, such a famous person calls Miss Rong Rong Master? How old is Miss Rong Rong, this world is too mysterious!"

"Cough... am I dreaming?"

"That painting, that character, take a quick look, it seems to be the style that was sold at an auction at the end of last year at a sky-high price!"

"Calligraphy and painting are more valuable than Mr. Qian's calligraphy, and calligraphy and painting are more valuable than antique calligraphy and painting!"