Three Treasures Falling from Heaven

Chapter 340 Strength Shatters Everything 1
When Mr. Zheng didn't read it, the wind was calm. After reading it, he rushed over and hugged the middle of the plaque, and said in horror: "This is really written by a five-year-old child? It's impossible? Which master is this?" Handwriting, this word is too strong, I want it too!"

Guests who are about to watch Xiaoping's collapse: "..."

Mo Tiancheng and Gu Youming who rushed over to persuade the fight: "..."

Mo Tiancheng couldn't help but support his forehead: "Three old men, take it easy, isn't it just a picture, why don't you sit down and discuss it?"

Mr. Gu was so angry that he blew his beard and stared: "You Ming, you came just in time, help dad carry this plaque to the car! My great-grandson's writing should belong to me, some shameless old men dare to talk to your dad Rob!"

Mr. Jing snorted: "People need face and trees need skin. Obviously, I was the one who saw it first. I said that this painting is well written. Whether it is hung in the study or in the living room, it is very tasteful. Ask the housekeeper, what is it?" Whose calligraphy masterpiece, once you heard it was your little great-great-grandson, you insisted on taking it home, Lao Gu, are you reasonable?"

Although Mr. Gu is old, his voice is calm and powerful. The truth has been revealed. His face is full of hills and valleys, and his expression does not change: "My little great-grandson's calligraphy, honoring my great-grandfather, what's the problem?"

Mr. Jing's pupils shrank suddenly, and he was also trembling with anger: "I was the one who saw the problem first!"

Mo Tiancheng stood beside him, coughing twice: "Several old men, the ones hanging on the living room of my house seem to be mine, can I say a word first?"

Mr. Gu and Mr. Jing said in unison: "Tell me, who do you want to give it to?"

Mo Tiancheng: This is written by my grandson, I don't want to give any of it away!
Mr. Zheng didn't forget to brush up his sense of presence: "There's me, too, and I'm one of them."

Mr. Gu and Mr. Jing said in unison again: "Shut up!"

Once a person gets old and thick-skinned, he is the king. Mr. Zheng said with a smile: "Whoever sees has a share, and whoever sees has a share!"

The eyes of the guests next to him all showed incredible brilliance.

"I don't know calligraphy. I think the calligraphy is really beautiful, but is it really so precious?"

"That word doesn't look like it was written by a five-year-old child. It can make three highly respected seniors blush. It might be the work of a certain master."

"I reckon it's also the work of a certain master..."

When Mo Tiancheng heard that there were guests behind him doubting his grandson's calligraphy, he frowned slightly, paused, and then said: "Three old men, if this is not the case, I will not give this calligraphy to anyone. The other two are in a hurry with me, how about asking my grandson to write three more pictures, one for each person, what do you think?"

Mr. Gu has no objection: "Okay!"

But Mr. Jing and Mr. Zheng raised their eyebrows slightly, because even they didn't believe that this super strong calligraphy was written by the little grandson of the Mo family. If the Mo family set up a genius child prodigy for the little grandson, the name is not worthy of the name Woolen cloth?
Mr. Jing said, "Write it first and then talk about it."

Mr. Zheng: "That's right, that's right, write it down first."

As soon as Mo Tiancheng heard the tone of the two old men, he knew that the two old men did not believe that the word came from his grandson.

It doesn't matter, as soon as an expert makes a move, he will know if there is one!

"Housekeeper, prepare paper and ink."

"Yes, sir."

After the housekeeper went to prepare the pen and ink, Mo Tiancheng asked someone to call his little grandson over. Today, he had to let his grandson show his hand to everyone to let everyone know what a genius is.

(End of this chapter)