I started to become more self-disciplined at the age of 30

Chapter 53 53. I admit that I spoke a little loudly just now! Who is your teacher?

Everyone around looked at Jiang Chen.

The old man who was writing had a head full of silver hair, which was combed neatly, and he stared at Jiang Chen with burning eyes.

Do you know calligraphy?

The elderly men and women around looked at Jiang Chen with obvious suspicion.

How many young people today understand calligraphy?

Not to mention being able to write, there are not many people who even have any knowledge of calligraphy.

"Old Wang, forget about him. Just start writing! The calligraphy association is still waiting for your work."

A gray-haired middle-aged woman nearby urged the old man holding the pen.

Old Wang smiled, slowly put down the brush in his hand, and slowly said: "Some people say that my calligraphy is just okay. I dare not give it to you to take back to the Calligraphy Association for an exhibition."

Then, Old Wang continued to look at Jiang Chen: "Young man, I want to hear how you can tell that my calligraphy is okay?"

Jiang Chen felt the various looks from the people around him, which brought him some pressure, but he was open-minded, so he didn't care about the strange looks. He looked into Lao Wang's eyes and said softly, "I know a little about calligraphy. You wrote running script, and the technique is already very proficient, but you are still just stuck in the technique."

"Haha, I'm only at the technical level? In other words, I only know how to write?"

Old Wang couldn't help laughing and glanced at the people around him: "This young man said that my calligraphy only stays at the technique level, hahahaha..."

The people around also laughed along.

The old lady glared at Jiang Chen and said, "Young man, stop talking. Old Wang is a famous calligrapher in Shanghai and has held calligraphy exhibitions. You are not qualified to make irresponsible remarks!"

Han Qing also reached out and pulled Jiang Chen's sleeve, whispering, "Let's go!"

She glanced at the live broadcast room which was still open. The number of people online in the room was slowly increasing again and had exceeded five thousand people. The barrage of comments was also dense. Many people saw what happened through the live broadcast.

Obviously, only excitement can attract people.

"Mr. Jiang speaks in a very strong tone."

"I know this old Wang. He is the vice president of the Magic City Calligraphy Association, Wang Zhenhua. His running script is very famous in Magic City. It is really not something that just anyone can evaluate."

"Old Jiang, if we don't understand, then don't talk!"

"Lao Jiang, after listening to your songs, I thought you were a relatively stable person, but I didn't expect you to be so different in real life. This calligraphy is really not something you can judge."

"Old Jiang, let's go. Just sing well. You are not good at calligraphy, so don't talk nonsense..."

……

Most of the viewers in the live broadcast room were from Shanghai. They recognized the old man’s identity. He was a well-known calligrapher in Shanghai and the vice president of the Shanghai Calligraphy Association.

Such people are all important figures in the calligraphy world, and it is indeed not something that Jiang Chen, an unknown person in the calligraphy world, can evaluate.

However, neither Jiang Chen nor Han Qing paid attention to the live broadcast room and did not care what the audience said.

Jiang Chen did not continue to explain anything, but just looked at the words written by Old Wang, which were the four words "Hundred Rivers Converge", which were obviously written for the Magic City.

The Magic City is the estuary of the Yangtze River. It is no exaggeration to say that hundreds of rivers converge here and flow into the sea.

Jiang Chen faced the gazes of many people around him and said to Old Wang, "Old sir, can I borrow your paper and pen?"

Wang Zhenhua looked at Jiang Chen: "Young man, do you really want to teach me how to write?"

Jiang Chen shook his head and said in a neither humble nor arrogant manner: "I dare not preach! I just saw that the old gentleman's handwriting is very good, and I was itching to write a few words and let the old gentleman comment on it."

Everyone around became quiet.

Including the aunt from the calligraphy association, everyone looked at Jiang Chen with an expression of watching the fun.

Such excitement is not common.

Calligraphy competitions between literati are rare to see.

After all, literati calligraphers are more careful about their reputation and will not compare themselves with others easily. There is no benefit in doing so, regardless of winning or losing, unless there is a grudge between them.

Han Qing calmed down and looked at Jiang Chen with curiosity. She could feel the confidence emanating from Jiang Chen. It was a confidence that came from the bottom of his heart. She was curious in her heart - did Jiang Chen really know calligraphy? Didn't he only learn calligraphy in the interest class? What else did the calligraphy interest class teach besides copying?
Wang Zhenhua didn't say much. He put down the brush in his hand, picked up the four words "A Hundred Rivers Converge" he had written, stepped back, made room for the other, and made a gesture of invitation with a serious expression, as if he was watching a show.

Jiang Chen smiled at Wang Zhenhua and said, "Thank you, old man!"

After saying this, Jiang Chen was not at all nervous. Under the gaze of everyone, he slowly walked to the stone table, digesting the many pieces of information and memories of advanced calligraphy skills in his mind, and completely integrating them into his body instincts, as if he had been practicing calligraphy for many years and had already mastered it.

The moment he picked up the brush, Jiang Chen's aura changed. The way he held the brush was as steady as a mountain.

The look of watching a show on Wang Zhenhua's face disappeared instantly, replaced by seriousness and solemnity. He stared at Jiang Chen closely, muttering in his heart - this kid's pen-holding posture seems to be quite impressive.

In the eyes of people who understand calligraphy, they can roughly tell your calligraphy level by looking at the way you hold the pen and write.

If you can't hold the brush steadily or stand straight when writing, then your writing skills are definitely not good.

However, Jiang Chen stood there at this moment as steady as a mountain. When he held the brush, his whole body was motionless, as if he was a sculpture.

The aunt from the calligraphy association was also an expert, and she stared at Jiang Chen with wide eyes. The audience in the live broadcast room also quieted down and stared at Jiang Chen.

When Jiang Chen held the pen, he thought for a moment, and then he started writing quickly!
The brush in Jiang Chen's hand seemed to be an extension of his arm, fused with his arm. He wrote with such speed that his whole body was exerting force with each stroke, as if he was writing with his entire body.

Therefore, every stroke and every line contains a heavy and grand momentum.

Four words!
Quickly appeared on paper.

The same four words were written by Wang Zhenhua.

All rivers gather together!

However, when Jiang Chen finished writing, the scene became extremely quiet.

Even though the few elderly men and women watching the fun around did not understand calligraphy at all, they could see the extraordinaryness of the four words written by Jiang Chen. Each word revealed a grand and majestic momentum, and each stroke seemed like the Yangtze River converging here.

Compared with the four words written by Wang Zhenhua just now, it is an existence of a different level.

After Jiang Chen finished writing, he felt refreshed.

After his calligraphy skills were upgraded to an advanced level, Jiang Chen had an urge to write a few words, but the rental house was too small and there was no suitable pen, ink, paper, or inkstone, so he didn't write anything and kept this urge in his heart.

Jiang Chen found an opportunity to write four words at this moment. He felt a sense of freedom and gained a new understanding of calligraphy!

A line of system prompts flashed by - calligraphy skills gained 200 experience points!
Just by writing four words, his calligraphy skill directly increased by 200 experience points.

Jiang Chen knew that, because when he wrote these four words, he performed exceptionally well, displaying the pinnacle of advanced skills, and was just a hair’s breadth away from master-level calligraphy skills.

Slowly putting down the brush, Jiang Chen smiled at the stunned Wang Zhenhua and said, "Old sir, I am sorry for showing off my ugliness. Please don't laugh at me."

Wang Zhenhua swallowed his words, then took the four words he had written behind him without leaving any trace. He crumpled the paper into a ball with both hands, smiled awkwardly, and said, "Young man, you are too modest! What should I call you? My name is Wang Zhenhua, have you heard of me?"

The live broadcast room also instantly revived at this time, and the barrage of comments was dense.

"Lao Jiang, I admit that I spoke too loudly just now! But, can you explain why these words you wrote are so awesome?"

"I don't understand calligraphy, but I can tell that these four characters written by Lao Jiang are much better than those written by the old man just now."

"Old Jiang is a man of few secrets!"

"Old Jiang, your calligraphy is considered a great calligrapher across the country. Don't be so low-key."

"Lao Jiang..."

……

Jiang Chen listened to Wang Zhenhua's words and thought about it carefully. He really had never heard of Wang Zhenhua's name. He had never paid attention to calligraphy before, so naturally he had never heard of it. He shook his head and said, "Sorry, old man, I am ignorant and have never heard of your name. My name is Jiang Chen, and you must have never heard of it either. I was itching to do it just now, so I was abrupt."

A hint of doubt flashed across Wang Zhenhua's eyes.

Without a doubt, he could clearly see that Jiang Chen's calligraphy level was at least one level higher than his. Such calligraphy masters could only be counted on one's fingers in the entire Magic City.

Even looking across the country, it is absolutely extremely rare.

Logically speaking, such a great calligrapher could not be an unknown person. He should have heard of him, or the other party should have heard of his name.

After all, calligraphy circles are not actually that big.

However, the other party doesn't know him, and he also doesn't know the other party at all.

This is very strange!

Wang Zhenhua asked curiously: "Oh, Jiang Chen, what a nice name. Then who is your teacher?"

The uncles and aunts around were silent at this time, and they all looked at Jiang Chen curiously. The aunt from the calligraphy association asked: "Is your teacher from Shanghai? We should all know him."

There are many famous calligraphers in Shanghai, and they all know them.

Jiang Chen thought for a moment and said, "My calligraphy teacher is Zhang Xinhua!"

Zhang Xinhua?
Wang Zhenhua and the aunt thought about it carefully, but they had no impression at all.

Wang Zhenhua asked: "Where are you from? What works have you created?"

Jiang Chen was stunned for a moment. What work? There shouldn't be any?
"I'm from Chengdu, and I'm a teacher at the Ronghui Calligraphy Interest Class. I studied calligraphy with Teacher Zhang for a year when I was in the third grade of elementary school."

Jiang Chen answered truthfully.

Wang Zhenhua and the aunt from the Calligraphy Association were stunned for a moment, and the people around them also widened their eyes when they heard it!

The teacher of calligraphy interest class?

Han Qing's eyes widened when she heard this, and the corners of her mouth twitched. She almost laughed, but she forced herself to hold it back.

The barrage of comments in the live broadcast room was even more explosive.

(End of this chapter)