Chapter 3137 Little Emperor Uncle (78)
"Ahem, I'm not allowed to give my future great-grandson a greeting gift?"
"Bah, what kind of calligraphy and painting do you give to a newborn child? Just looking for excuses to blackmail Xiao Shu's calligraphy!"
But Mr. Li was protecting Zhao Shu and would not allow his old comrades to ask for words from him.
Finally, the old man said: "If you don't ask your grandson to write in vain!"
Mr. Li paused: "My grandson is a calligrapher. Don't think you can buy it for a few dollars."
"Nonsense, is my old grandson that kind of person? I cherish talents the most!" The old man stretched out his hand, "How about one hundred thousand yuan for a single word?"
Zhao Shu smiled and said: "The old man has gone abroad. You are my grandfather's comrade-in-arms and also my elder. How can I ask for money when I write a few words for you?"
"Tsk tsk, look at how polite this kid is. I don't know what kind of blessings Lao Li has accumulated in his previous life to have such a handsome, well-behaved and capable grandson!"
It makes several old men envious.
In the end, Zhao Shu wrote a picture for each old man.
Of course, no money was collected.
Mr. Li was very dissatisfied, saying that they took advantage of his grandson, but he still felt very happy seeing the old men's envy of him.
After the party, the oldest man grabbed Zhao Shu and told him that he had a daughter in this field and asked him if he was interested in holding a calligraphy exhibition, painting exhibition or the like.
Zhao Shu didn't quite understand the significance of the calligraphy exhibition, but he agreed out of respect for his elders.
It’s just a matter of spending some time, writing a few more words, and drawing a few pictures.
The old man was very happy and immediately contacted his daughter and gave her Zhao Shu's number. The old man’s daughter is Sun Xiaoyi, the vice president of the Chinese Calligraphy Association.
He has a high status in the literary and artistic circles.
She learned that her father was going to hold an art exhibition for a twenty-year-old child. Although she was disdainful, it was her old father's request after all, so she still agreed, but she asked to see his works first.
Mr. Sun took his handwriting and went home.
Zhao Shu didn't take this matter to heart, and he didn't think that a few random words he wrote could do anything.
Unexpectedly, at around ten o'clock that night, he received a call from Sun Xiaoyi.
Sun Xiaoyi was a little excited in her words: "Mr. Zhao, what time do you think is more suitable for the Half Calligraphy and Painting Exhibition?"
"……When it is convenience to you?"
"I'm available at any time! The venue is ready, as long as your work is in place!"
"Then I'll take the time to write a few."
"...Okay, I'll give you half a year, okay? Or one year?"
"What, do you need a lot to hold a calligraphy and painting exhibition?"
"There must be dozens of paintings and calligraphy."
"Oh, just one week then. Then you can send someone to pick it up."
Sun Xiaoyi was shocked, but she thought he had it in stock, so she didn't think much about it. She smiled and said, "Great, I'll contact you next week."
I don’t know how much more polite he was than the previous phone call.
Yun Dai was lying on the table doing her homework. She turned around and asked, "What calligraphy and painting exhibition?"
"Oh, the daughter of one of my grandfather's comrades said she would help me hold a calligraphy and painting exhibition."
"Really?" Yun Dai immediately became interested, "With the teacher's ability, the calligraphy and painting exhibition should have been held long ago!"
"What's the benefit of doing it?"
"Then there are many benefits. The most practical point is that the value of your work will increase a lot, and people will bid to buy it at the exhibition."
Zhao Shu smiled and said, "Really? The old man's former comrades paid 100,000 yuan for a few words of mine, but I don't know if it's worth it."
Yun Dai was stunned for a moment: "Are the teacher's handwriting so valuable?"