Lang Jianbai didn't know that Mo Xiaoyu had come here with Ji Kexin, and after hearing what he said, he understood the whole story.
"Professor Lang, just now you said that this young man is very powerful, let us see it." Long Dingtian also came out to chime in at this time.
And although Long Youxuan didn't speak, she was always curious about this junior, what kind of person he was, who let Lang Jianbai praise him so generously, which made Lang Jianbai's big apprentice, Ding Anyi, very jealous. Privately told Long Youxuan that this Mo Xiaoyu must have an unknown relationship with the teacher, otherwise he would not spoil him so much.
Although Long Youxuan didn't believe Ding Anyi's words, she was also very puzzled. She just didn't have time to see Mo Xiaoyu's skills, so she was looking forward to this opportunity now.
"You bastard, from now on you will talk and act more than your brain. You can't offend anyone. If you offend someone you can't afford, no one will save you then." Lang Jianbai said helplessly, these words are indeed educating Mo Xiaoyu, he has too little social experience, maybe he will offend others with his words or things, and he will still cause trouble for himself.
"Hey, Professor Lang, it's over. Young people, how can you be so bloody? It's a good character to speak up. But, Mo Xiaoyu, your teacher is very protective of you. You can learn from his skills. Halfway through it will be famous all over the world." Long Dingtian raised his teacup as a sign to clink glasses with Lang Jianbai, replacing wine with tea, and said.
"Mayor Long, you are taking me to the sky. I don't ask this kid to be famous all over the world. It would be nice to have a foothold in society in the future." Lang Jianbai knew that Mo Xiaoyu had to write today's handwriting whether he wrote it or not.
"Thank you Mayor Long, I will work hard, sister, I am about to start school, you have to teach me well, my theoretical knowledge is not solid, I have to study hard." Mo Xiaoyu raised his teacup and said politely.
"Oh? Is Xiaoxuan going to teach you when school starts?" Long Dingtian asked suspiciously after taking a sip of tea.
"Well, this bastard is also talented and courageous. He originally studied computer engineering, but this is what his family meant. He loved painting and calligraphy since he was a child. No, after I discovered this talent, he resolutely changed from his original Dropped out of school and was specially recruited by Xiaoxuan's art academy, and school will start in a few days." Lang Jianbai looked as usual when he said this, as if it was true.
But Mo Xiaoyu felt like a little rabbit in his heart, isn't this nonsense? When did I love painting and calligraphy? How can I say such a lie? If someone investigates it, or finds out later, it would be embarrassing.
"Oh, it's so rare, Professor Lang still cherishes talents so much."
"Children from poor families study for a good way out. Mo Xiaoyu is also a child from the countryside, and his family hopes that he will make money early, but learning art is slow, and making money is naturally too late, so I also go to his house to do it." The job of his parents, and the tuition fees for the past few years will be paid by my master first, and it will not be too late to show filial piety to me when he becomes prosperous in the future." What Lang Jianbai said was emotional, but Mo Xiaoyu almost spat out a mouthful of old blood.
At this time, he was eating something in his mouth. Hearing what Lang Jianbai said, he accidentally bit his lip, and there was a fishy smell in his mouth instantly. Mo Xiaoyu knew that he must have bitten his lip.
But helpless, you can only bite the bullet and swallow it, just like there are some things, you clearly know that it is nonsense, not in compliance with the rules, or even breaking the law and discipline, but you still have to bite the bullet and swallow it, if everything is serious , there are plenty of things that guarantee that you won't live until dawn.
"Professor Lang, I would like to offer you a toast with tea instead of wine. There are professors like you in the art circle of our country. I believe there will be a group of masters in the future." Long Dingtian complimented.
"I'm sorry, Mayor Long. I'm just doing what I can. Alas, it's a pity that when I get older, I want to do something for the country, but when I'm old, I can only stay away."
"Hey, that's not necessarily the case. Think positively about everything. Come, have some tea." How could Long Dingtian fail to hear that there was something in Lang Jianbai's words, but he could only say so far, and any further words would become a promise.
I thought it would be fine if Mei Wenhua talked about it, but I didn't expect that at this time in the hall leading to the front yard, the old guy had prepared a pen, ink, paper and inkstone, waiting for Mo Xiaoyu and the others to finish their meal, and at this time there were other Guests who are familiar with Mei Wenhua also sat in to drink tea and watch the fun.
"Everyone, are you ready?" Mei Wenhua hurriedly got up to greet Long Dingtian and Lang Jianbai when they came out.
"Boss Mei, what are you doing? Do you really want the junior to make a fool of yourself here?" Lang Jianbai looked at Mei Wenhua, pulled him aside, and asked in a low voice.
At this time, Mo Xiaoyu is at the end of these peopleAs soon as he stopped in front, he also stopped. Seeing so many people in the hall, and seeing Lang Jianbai pulling Mei Wenhua to the side and muttering, he knew what was going on.
"Why, Professor Lang, if you want to write, then I will give you a finishing fee. How much is your handwriting now?" Mei Wenhua didn't buy it at all, because he and Lang Jianbai were still familiar with each other, and they often brought art here. The people in the circle have brought a lot of income to Mei Wenhua.
"Mo Xiaoyu, everything is ready for you, come on." When Lang Jianbai was negotiating with Mei Wenhua, Long Dingtian shouted from the sidelines, because he didn't think it was a big deal to watch the excitement.
Now, Lang Jianbai and Mei Wenhua looked at each other, it was over, there was no way to discuss it, Lang Jianbai pointed at Mei Wenhua bitterly, but the old man shrugged his shoulders at this time, meaning that this matter has nothing to do with me.
How many people come here for food? It¡¯s not about the high-ranking officials who often come and go here. To put it mildly, this is a private restaurant. To put it bluntly, it¡¯s actually a black restaurant. Mo Xiaoyu has never seen any business licenses and operating permits here. .
Therefore, among the crowd watching the excitement, there are many people who know Long Dingtian. Hearing Long Dingtian's shout, he couldn't help being taken aback. Who is Long Dingtian referring to? When I saw Mo Xiaoyu squeezed over, I was a little confused, who is this?
Mo Xiaoyu had no way out at this time, looked at Lang Jianbai, and Lang Jianbai was also very worried at this time, Mo Xiaoyu's copying is okay, but if you want to write on the spot, I really don't know what he can write. Written in the crab style, not only is Mo Xiaoyu being humiliated, and he will never come here to eat again, this matter will soon become a joke in the calligraphy circle of Tangzhou.
Long Youxuan has been paying attention to Mo Xiaoyu's movements, and finds that this little junior brother is not flustered at all, on the contrary, the expression on his face gives people a sense of confidence.
As for Mo Xiaoyu, he also wants to take this opportunity to show off his own strength. He still doesn't know when the magical ability he possesses will disappear, so if he can use it quickly, he is a bastard if he doesn't use it. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com