Chapter 1758 What Can You Do in Fifteen Minutes!

[Mo Nanchong will definitely not dare to fight! 】

[Hehe, does calligraphy need to be compared? You don't need to do anything to know, our Yaoyao must be the best! 】

[The rest of the people probably won't be able to get any ingredients! 】

[Mo Nanchong doesn't need to come up to embarrass himself, a girl like her can only fight, how could she have any talent! 】

[Who said that our favorite master can't calligraphy anymore, but even if he can't calligraphy, it's normal, right? What they are participating in is not a calligraphy competition, but a talent show, okay? 】

[I don't think anything else is necessary. Anyway, I only like the face of Lord Pet, and I can never get tired of looking at Lord Pet's face for the rest of my life! 】

[Yes, calligraphy is not important! Besides, your talented girl Jin Fuyao is not as good as our favorite master in painting. Have you forgotten that our favorite master easily turned a cheap dress into a collection worth hundreds of billions on the stage? 】

Someone in the live broadcast room has already torn it up.

Everyone is not very optimistic about Mo Nanchong, except for the diehard fans of Master Chong.

"Beloved, or I'll come." Su Niannian said, "Maybe I can read a little more after writing."

"Let me come, you can think about it first, what do you want to eat." Mo Nanchong glanced at Su Niannian and the others.

Jin Fuyao did not expect that Mo Nanchong would be so forthright, she immediately felt that Mo Nanchong was a little ridiculous, she must have thought that she was very powerful.

Jin Fuyao has learned calligraphy for more than ten years, and she has been practicing since she knew how to hold a brush.

Not to mention Mo Nan's favorite, even a famous calligrapher, she is not afraid.

"Lord Chong is full of confidence in himself, can he eat whatever he wants?" Someone looked narrowly at Mo Nanchong.

"En." Mo Nanchong responded lightly.

The staff of the program group has prepared everything.

When the old man looked up and saw Mo Nanchong, his expression changed subtly, as if he was frightened.

But at the same time, the eyes are also a little bright, but no one notices.

"I prefer brush calligraphy, so I don't need to say it?" The old man said while eating melon seeds.

Several people who wrote calligraphy looked at each other, and then started to do it.

This time there is a time limit, the old man is very demanding, only 30 minutes, 30 minutes, no matter what you write, it will be over.

He would pick the best and worst and rank them all at once.

Jin Fuyao looked very focused, she even glanced at Mo Nanchong when she was doing it, but Mo Nanchong didn't move at all. When everyone had already started to do it, she seemed to be looking at other places.

The people in Lord Chong's group were a little anxious, but they all knew how Lord Chong acted, so they didn't urge him.

On the other hand, the other groups were already having fun secretly.

"It seems that no matter what our team members write, there must be someone at the bottom anyway!"

"Mo Nanchong volunteered to write, but in the end, he didn't do anything!"

"I guess I dare not, I am afraid that I will lose badly."

Mo Nanchong didn't start to move slowly until ten minutes had passed.

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In addition to all kinds of fans in the live broadcast room, there are other people watching.

To say that when reading and writing at this moment, the most excited people should be a group of people from the National Calligraphy Association.

"Old old old old president???"

"It's really the old president, he's actually in that place?"

"The old president is very picky, these kids will be scolded badly!"

"However, why is our vice president also in that place?"

"The important thing now is not why the vice president is there. Didn't you read the bullet screen? And what those little girls said inside, it's really annoying. They actually look down on our vice president!"

"That's right, the vice president is so powerful, they actually think she can't calligraphy, is it a shame for her to do it?"

"I feel sorry for our vice president. But the vice president will be slapped in the face after a while. If the vice president doesn't know calligraphy, then there really is no one who knows calligraphy!"

"The vice president is very lazy, and she never likes to do things. It's rare for her to do it."

"Thanks to this program group, let us have a glimpse of the vice president's calligraphy style."

"Isn't that Jin Fuyao... Her kind of rubbish deserves to be compared with our vice-chairman? You're dying of laughter! She absolutely doesn't know that our vice-chairman's calligraphy, which is rare in the global joint shooting, is a rare antique. They can fetch higher prices!"

...

Overseas, in a huge villa, several people were also watching this live broadcast.

A man with a scar on his face and playing with a knife in his hand said coldly: "Did you see that, it's that thing! What she's wearing on her wrist is what we're looking for!"

Another blond man glanced at the other person: "We must get this thing, send our first action team, even if we kill this girl, we must get that thing!"

A woman nodded, "Yes, the boss can't wait anymore, he needs it very much! Unexpectedly, it really broke out of the shell. Although the nutrition out of the shell is not as good as when it was still an egg, it is better than nothing." powerful!"

"What is the background of this girl, why, is this thing in her hand?"

"It doesn't matter what her background is, it has nothing to do with us. What we have to do is to get what our boss needs. As for this little girl's film, it doesn't matter whether she lives or dies. So many people die every day, and she won't do anything else many."

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"Two more minutes."

Thirty minutes passed quickly, and in the last two minutes, everyone seemed to be doing their best.

In the last half minute, Jin Fuyao calmly put down the pen in her hand, "I'm done."

Everyone looked over and saw that Jin Fuyao had written a poem. Because the time was relatively short, the writing was indeed a bit rough, but for those who don't know much about calligraphy, they would only think that Jin Fuyao is really awesome.

"Wow, it looks good!"

"This poem is also very artistic, and the words are not bad, too, isn't it beautiful? Although it only took 30 minutes, Sister Fuyao really deserves to be a talented woman. She can write to this level. I don't think it will be auctioned. Tens of millions can’t be bought!”

"Number one, we've decided!"

"Speaking of which, I just saw that Mo Nanchong also wrote this poem. Since they wrote the same thing, we can just compare them."

Huahua and the others' faces turned green.

Knowing that Mo Nan's favorite is not as good as Jin Fuyao's, he even said to compare, isn't this intentional to make them look unattractive!

"Lord Chong, is it okay?" Someone looked directly at Mo Nanchong, and even walked over, pulling off the calligraphy works of Mo Nanchong's hand.

Seeing the man's rough movements, the old man trembled so frightened that he almost fainted, "Stop, stop, stop! How could you treat this calligraphy so roughly!"

This is at least worth hundreds of billions!

"I'm sorry, it's a little—" When the girl who had torn the paper from Lord Chong looked down at the words, she froze.

She was a little speechless.