Shocking! This student is phenomenal!

That's right, this is Zhang Zetian's recent predicament.

Not only did Zhu Fei find that his handwriting couldn't improve, but Zhang Zetian, Zhu Fei's mentor, was also stuck at a bottleneck.

He had already adjusted everything from various levels, including techniques and momentum, but after each aspect was pushed to its limit, he had nowhere left to go.

"Both you and Zhu Fei are in a bottleneck period. Zhu Fei's bottleneck lies in external factors; he confuses calligraphy with fame and fortune, which drags down his calligraphy. Your bottleneck period is that you went astray from the later stages."

Su Jiang felt that the word "fork in the road" was somewhat inappropriate, so he changed his words:

"It shouldn't be called a fork in the road; this should be your standard of conduct."

"You must be the kind of person who strives for perfection."

"You dislike failure, so you confine yourself to a set of rules, preventing yourself from breaking out. This means your growth will always be confined to this circle."

At this moment, Zhang Zetian looked at Su Jiang with fascination, just like a student.

He listened attentively to Su Jiang's words, nodding occasionally to show his agreement.

Su Jiang continued, "So once you decide to pursue perfection in every detail, the upper limit of your achievements is already set."

"The essence of calligraphy lies in flexibility, in the fact that the characters follow the hand, and the hand follows the heart."

"The words you write when you are sad should be different from the words you write when you are proud."

"If you don't believe me, write it again, and you'll find that your handwriting is just like a photocopy every time. It won't be exactly the same, but it'll be pretty close."

Hearing Su Jiang's words, Zhang Zetian was genuinely skeptical.

He never actually tried to write two identical pieces of calligraphy for comparison.

Unconvinced, he took out another piece of paper.

He wrote very quickly this time, perhaps out of spite. He thought that since his writing speed was different each time, the characters should be somewhat different.

Su Jiang also noticed this detail, but he just smiled slightly.

If he could refute his own opinion so easily, then the national-level master calligraphy skill given to him by the system would be far too weak.

A few breaths later.

Zhang Zetian then stopped writing.

However, before we even put the two pieces of paper together for comparison...

Su Jiang crossed his arms and looked directly into Zhang Zetian's eyes, saying, "You were trying your best to change things just now, but without comparing, you already have the answer in your heart, don't you?"

"Ugh."

Zhang Zetian let out a long sigh.

Su Jiang was right once again.

Zhu Fei didn't believe in superstition.

He picked up the two calligraphy scrolls on the table.

A comparison.

"hiss!"

It's absolutely identical!

He stacked the two calligraphy pieces together, and immediately, Zhu Fei's eyes narrowed again.

They are almost completely overlapping, with only a slight difference in some details.

Each character can be considered a copy.

Zhu Fei looked at Zhang Zetian and Su Jiang speechlessly.

Undoubtedly, Su Jiang once again defeated his pride with his superb calligraphy skills.

Zhang Zetian praised Su Jiang, "It seems that young friend Su Jiang is truly a master. I am impressed."

This man, who once fought bravely on the battlefield and spoke up for the people in officialdom, was speaking such self-deprecating words in front of a young man for the first time.

Anyone familiar with Zhang Zetian, or even someone of his generation, would be utterly astonished upon witnessing such a scene.

The group returned to the living room, where Zhang Zetian took out the tea he used to entertain his distinguished guests and offered it to Su Jiang and the others.

While drinking tea, Zhang Zetian and Zhu Fei would ask some questions about calligraphy.

Su Jiang generously shared his knowledge with them.

Only when asked about his teacher did Su Jiang evade the question, fabricating a story about an old man with a white beard as his master.

Zhang Zetian and the others had no choice but to believe it, even if they didn't want to.

"Su Jiang, I get the feeling you're quite knowledgeable about antiques?"

Zhang Zetian suddenly remembered Su Jiang's dowry from that time and asked.

He no longer calls Su Jiang "Little Friend Su Jiang," but simply calls him by his given name.

Because Su Jiang no longer gave him the feeling of being a junior.

"I can only say I have some knowledge of it," Su Jiang said modestly.

Zhang Zetian's mention reminded Su Jiang of the calligraphy and painting he had bought from Wood for one million.

"By the way, Mr. Zhang, I have a painting here that I'd like you to take a look at."

"Oh? You also have a painting or calligraphy?" Zhang Zetian's eyes lit up. "Let me see it."

Su Jiang responded and went downstairs, bringing the calligraphy and painting back up.

"Um?!"

Upon seeing the calligraphy and painting, Zhang Zetian frowned slightly.

"Why wasn't it properly stored? It's all stained with ink."

Zhang Zetian muttered to himself as he watched for a long time.

He took out a magnifying glass from a drawer and examined it for a long time.

Finally, he shook his head and looked at Su Jiang:

"Su Jiang, I think this thing is worth at most 50,000 yuan. It's a pretty good replica, and it's been around for a while."

"How could you accept something like this? How much did you pay for it?"

Zhang Zetian asked, somewhat puzzled.

The next second, Su Jiang's words immediately shocked the entire audience.

"I bought it for one million."

"What! You actually bought such a fake for a million?!" Zhang Zetian exclaimed in surprise.

Zhu Fei and Lin Wanqing both looked at Su Jiang with surprise.

Unbelievable.