Even though he said so, Tan Yue's tone could not hide his disappointment.
Anyone who is passionate about calligraphy will pay the utmost attention to this rating.
The calligraphy work was sent on the deadline day, and it is not difficult to see his sloppy attitude.
The assistant carefully placed the scrolls on the table one by one.
Tan Yue took out his mobile phone and asked about the ratings of other provincial and municipal associations, [Are there any calligraphy works rated s in your place? ¡¿
Just as Tan Yue sent the message, the assistant accidentally dropped a scroll, and the rice paper was spread out on the desk.
The movement is a bit loud.
The referees looked over involuntarily, and when their eyes fell on the rice paper, the expressions on the faces of a group of people changed, and then there were gasps of breath one after another.
Tan Yue didn't take it seriously at first, raised his head slightly, and was a little surprised to see the referees' reactions. He followed everyone's line of sight, and the phone slipped from his hand.
He also didn't care to pick it up.
directly rushed over.
He is obviously an old man over half a hundred years old, but he has walked out of a pace that his relatives do not recognize.
The assistant's hand was still stiff in mid-air, and he just watched Tan Yue push aside the surrounding referees and squeeze in, his gray hair followed closely, showing off a little wantonly.
The movement is really loud.
The assistant felt a slight vibration on the ground.
"Okay, okay!" Tan Yue picked up the scroll carefully, his weather-beaten hands trembling slightly, "s, s, this is a well-deserved s. This is the real cloud book."
Ten years ago, he was fortunate enough to see two calligraphy works of master ly at the Imperial Calligraphy Association.
It can be said that a group of giants play in the sea, dancing cranes swim in the sky.
The use of pen and ink has reached the extreme.
And the calligraphy work in front of me is almost on par with the two cloud calligraphy works of master ly collected by the Imperial Calligraphy Association.
All the judges couldn't help but click their tongues in admiration.
Ask yourself, even they can't write in this font.
"President." One of the young referees was silent for a few seconds, and said in a low voice, "Could this person be cheating?"
As soon as these words came out, Tan Yue directly interrupted him, "No, this person is very strong, and the ink is free and easy. We old guys may not be able to write such characters. Where can we find someone to write for us! Master Ly?!"
Tan Yue's words made the referees' eyes widen.
Has this person's level surpassed that of the president?
Tan Yue's fingers slowly touched the small characters written in the lower right corner, his eyes glowed faintly, and he smiled kindly, "Is Liyun? There is hope for the rise of our Calligraphy Association."
The assistant has found Liyun's registration information, printed it out and showed it to Tan Yue, "President, Master Liyun seems to be still in high school."
The assistant has changed his title in a good way.
Those who can be recognized as s by the Xiaocheng Calligraphy Association are undoubtedly not the famous calligraphy masters in the country.
Tan Yue was stunned for a moment when he heard the words, he didn't expect Li Yun to be so young.
OK!
Tan Yue couldn't wait to see Li Yun, so he stopped abruptly.
Now that he is so presumptuous to run over to meet Li Yun, the public will definitely have a lot of speculation.
Tan Yue thought about it for a moment, and said directly: "Put it on the official website. We will announce the results of the preliminary rating tonight. There are not many people who have reached the B level or above. Let them call one by one to inform, and the re-rating will start tomorrow. As for Li Yun, I will call and inform myself." (Remember this site URL: www.hlnovel.com