This Star Doesn't Work Overtime Chapter 445

no doubt!

 With Wang Cheng's appearance and temperament, he can't just be a handsome man here quietly.

Han Xiao, Zhang Hanwen and others who were sitting next to them all looked at Wang Cheng who stood up, with a trace of expectation in their eyes.

Of course, Zhang Hanwen and Han Xiao also ignored the envy of many insiders around them!

 There are not many people in the whole of China who are qualified to sit next to Wang Cheng and have a word with Wang Cheng.

Under everyone's gaze, Wang Cheng slowly stood up, looked at Wang Jianbin, or Yan Boyu, who was standing on top, slightly cupped his hands, and said softly: "Captain Yan's masterpiece is certainly a good one. poetry!"

As far as this poem is concerned, it is indeed a good poem. Although it is not as good as many masterpieces that have been passed down through the ages, it is only one level lower and will definitely be passed down in the future.

Everyone at the scene was curious and envious when they heard Wang Cheng's affirmation of Wang Jianbin's works!

Wang Hongyi, Yu Hong, Liang Xiaoliang, Han Lei and others all looked at Wang Jianbin with envy.

Now, in the field of poetry, who doesn't want to get a word of affirmation from Wang Cheng?

Wang Jianbin himself also had a reddish face and a smile on his face. He reached out and stroked the fake beard on his chin and said with a smile: "Thank you for your affirmation. I wonder if you have any good works?"

Wang Jianbin doesn't care about the program settings at this time, he just wants to try and collide with Wang Cheng himself to see if Wang Cheng has any inspiration today!

If Wang Cheng refuses, or writes an ordinary poem.

Many people in the literary circles in Beijing and other areas all know that today's Wang Cheng is a soft persimmon, and they may attack him in groups, and directly smash Wang Cheng's halo in one fell swoop today.

if…

 Wang Cheng really wrote a masterpiece.

So…

 They will not give up either.

 After all, so many of the backbones of the contemporary literary world are gathered here, not just to see Wang Cheng appear in front of others and enjoy the glory alone.

 Why is it said that since ancient times, there is no second in martial arts and no first in literature?

 Because most literati are selfish. Without a unified judgment standard, most literati will judge according to their own preferences, so there is no way to rank first.

Wang Cheng thought about it for a moment. It wasn't that he didn't want to write anything, but he wanted to know if this was the normal process of the show team. Should he play the role according to the show team's character settings?

 This is working time, so Wang Cheng will be extremely serious and serious, and will not allow his work to make mistakes or fail.

Therefore, Wang Cheng glanced at the direction of Zhou Zhihong and others on the program team and saw that the leaders of the program team did not say anything or express anything. The host arranged by the program team also stood there quietly without interrupting. The meaning is obviously acquiescence to what happened.

The degree of freedom in this program is quite high...

Wang Cheng thought in his mind, and then looked at Wang Jianbin under the gaze of everyone, and said lightly: "It is not a masterpiece, it can only be regarded as an accidental gain."

 In an instant!

　　People from all cultural circles such as Beijing Circle, Jiangsu and Zhejiang Circle, Bashu Circle, Northwest Circle, Southern Circle, etc. all stared at Wang Cheng with their eyes twinkling.

 They all know what Wang Jianbin wants to do.

But he didn't expect that Wang Cheng was so stubborn and didn't know how to back down.

　　It will explode as soon as you ask. If you ask, you will say yes!

 Zhang Yiheng, Zhang Guobin, Peng Jie and many other leaders from prestigious universities stopped eating snacks and drinking tea and stared at Wang Cheng.

 Zhou Zhihong, Liu Haofeng and others in the audience were even more excited and showed bright smiles!

 This is what they want to see.

 They also know that this is what the audience wants to see...

Wang Jianbin on the stage also extended his hand to Wang Cheng and invited him: "Then please Wang Gongzi, please write down calligraphy to promote the military power of the Tang Dynasty."

 In one sentence, Wang Jianbin reminded Wang Cheng of the subject matter and content he wanted to write about.

 This is propositional writing.

Wang Cheng immediately left his seat and walked towards the table on the stage.

With a smile on his face, Wang Jianbin stepped back and handed the table to Wang Cheng. Of course, he also put away the frontier fortress poem he had just written. He would not leave his calligraphy to others casually.

Although, he does not make money by selling calligraphy.

 However, he also knew that his words could be worth a lot of money.

After all, master calligraphers are an absolutely rare resource in modern times. There are no more than one hand in the country openly, and no more than one hand like him secretly. The total number does not exceed the number in two hands, and there are also There are several retired writers.

 Therefore, there may only be a handful of master calligraphers who can still write, and there will definitely be fewer and fewer in the future, because there are no young calligraphy masters left, and there will be no successors in the field of calligraphy.

 So, the calligraphy of every master calligrapher is very valuable in the market.

Although, it is far less valuable than Wang Cheng, almost tens of millions per word.

but…

Wang Jianbin's characters can easily be sold for tens of thousands of yuan each in the market. This is because he is relatively low-key and not well-known, so the market price is slightly lower.

When Wang Cheng came to stand in front of the desk, everyone in front stood up and wanted to see Wang Cheng's live writing up close.

but…

The host of the program stood up to maintain order and said with a smile: "Dear guests, please sit still!"

 With so many people in front standing up, the people behind won't be able to see Wang Cheng at all!

 Those in front, such as Zhang Yiheng, Zhang Guobin and others, smiled and sat down one after another.

Wang Cheng didn't pay attention to the looks of the people around him. He picked up the brush, dipped it in ink, and thought for a moment about what he wanted to write...

Wang Jianbin next to him also looked at Wang Cheng closely, feeling a little nervous and a little expectant!

Wang Cheng happened to glance at Wang Jianbin, and then thought of the frontier fortress poem Wang Jianbin had just written and called it "Out of the Fortress."

Immediately, Wang Cheng waved the brush in his hand quickly, and the cursive fonts that looked like an iron horse appeared quickly. Each word was like a sword, a gun, a sword, and a halberd. Wang Jianbin next to him was instantly choked. Coming towards him.

People around him opened their eyes wide and looked at the cursive fonts written by Wang Cheng.

The scene instantly became extremely quiet!

but.

When Wang Cheng finished writing these two words, the scene became as quiet as a pin drop.

 Everyone's eyes widened!

Wang Jianbin's face turned red even more, and he stared at Wang Cheng's side face. He was very uneasy, but he also came to a conclusion-this boy is a person who will not suffer!

because.

 The two words written by Wang Cheng are exactly "out of the fortress".

　　It is surprisingly the same name as the poem Wang Jianbin wrote just now.

So, naturally, it's the same format!

 This is a direct confrontation.

 When did such a figure appear in the literary world?

 After all, many literati have a golden mean in their core ideas. Even if they are hostile, they will still leave a little bit of face and room for maneuver.

There has really never been a person in history who was as tough as Wang Cheng, who wrote the same name and wrote the same poems!

  This is without giving any dignity or room for maneuver. Everyone is staring at Wang Cheng's brush, not wanting to miss a word or a detail!

 The camera captured the scene from multiple angles.

The picture shown on the TV is that Wang Cheng is in the middle, and there is a circle of small pictures around it showing the expressions of some literary and entertainment figures around him.

Zhou Zhihong, Liu Haofeng and others backstage were even more excited and their faces were red, and they were all thinking in their hearts - the fight is about to begin, the fight is about to begin, fight hard!

The more intense the fight, the higher the ratings will be!

 Wang Cheng did not hesitate or pause at all, and chose to write cursive script. The first reason was that he could write faster, and the second reason was that it was more in line with the style of the Tang Dynasty!

 After all, the Tang Dynasty had three unique arts: poetry, sword dance, and cursive writing!

Wang Cheng presented all three of these at once on Zhongyuan Satellite TV's Cultural Zhongyuan program, which set a ratings record at the time and attracted many people to be obsessed with Tang Dynasty culture.

At this time, Wang Cheng showed two of them again.

 Poetry, and cursive writing!

“The bright moon of the Qin Dynasty was at the Pass of the Han Dynasty, and the people who marched thousands of miles have not yet returned.”

 “But if you have the flying generals in Dragon City, you won't teach Huma how to cross the Yin Mountains!”

 Standard seven-character quatrain.

 However, a majestic atmosphere, the atmosphere of fighting and iron horses, and a feeling of lamenting the country's unscrupulous generals rushed to the face, allowing everyone to clearly feel it.

Even though many people in the entertainment industry who don't know calligraphy can't understand the content, when they see the cursive fonts that look like swords, guns, swords and halberds, their hearts are full of unknown power, their faces are serious, and they dare not speak. .

Tang Yuanpeng next to Zhang Guobin took a deep breath, stared at Wang Cheng, and said with admiration: "Being famous is not as good as meeting, and meeting is far better than being famous!"

 A simple sentence summed up Tang Yuanpeng's mood at this time.

He is active in the south and has paid attention to Wang Cheng for a long time, but he has never met the real person. He has only heard of many Wang Cheng's works and has high regard for Wang Cheng, but he has never met the real person, so he still has doubts.

At this time, Wang Cheng's seven-character quatrain was seen on the spot, which was steadily better than Wang Jianbin's masterpiece. Tang Yuanpeng praised that the real Wang Cheng was even more exaggerated than the many rumors he had heard.

 Zhang Guobin said softly: "Do you have confidence?"

Tang Yuanpeng was silent, and then said: "I'm not very confident, it just depends on how much stock he has in his stomach. However, I am also prepared. Maybe I can win one and a half moves by luck!"

Zhang Guobin: "As long as it can beat one and a half moves, that's enough!"

Tang Yuanpeng smiled bitterly, and then fell silent again, staring at Wang Cheng above.

He had heard Lin Nianxiang comment that Wang Cheng's cursive calligraphy was the best in the world before. He had only seen it in a video before, which was not so real. Now that he actually saw Wang Cheng writing cursive calligraphy in real life, he really felt that Lin Nianxiang The evaluation is wrong.

Wang Cheng's cursive calligraphy is not only the best in the world today, but also the best in the world even in the real prosperous period of the Tang Dynasty!

From the many calligraphy works of cursive calligraphy masters from the Tang Dynasty that he has seen, they are all slightly inferior to Wang Cheng's cursive calligraphy at that time.

Not to mention anything else, just this hand of cursive calligraphy is enough for Wang Cheng to be famous in history, and he is not a small person who is just a scrap, but is famous as an absolute master of calligraphy, no worse than Wang Youjun.

If coupled with the blessings of Wang Cheng's many other masterpieces handed down from generation to generation, there is also a calligraphy that is comparable to Wang Youjun's running script...

Tang Yuanpeng didn't even know how to evaluate it.

 Because this is an unprecedented achievement.

 Many great writers in history have not been blessed with so many achievements.

Wang Cheng's poem "Going out of the fortress" itself is enough to be handed down from generation to generation. Coupled with the blessing of calligraphy, which can be said to be the best cursive script in the history, it adds an aura and adds a lot of color to the work, directly crushing Wang Jianbin's "Going out of the fortress".

If Wang Cheng can maintain this state and inspiration today...

Tang Yuanpeng shrank in his heart and did not dare to take action.

 Such Wang Cheng...

How to face it?

Wang Hongyi next to him said softly: "Mr. Wang directly asked Wang Cheng to come on stage, and Wang Cheng directly wrote a seven-character quatrain of the same name, leaving Mr. Wang speechless! The smell of gunpowder in today's party is too strong!"

 Such a fierce battle in the literary world!

Who has seen the scene?

 Has it happened in recent decades?

Perhaps, before the founding of the People's Republic of China, when various ideas collided, such a scene occurred. At that time, it was common for many literati to exchange insults in the air.

However, after the founding of the People's Republic of China, ideological unity and social stability, the literati naturally gradually stopped fighting, and now it has gradually become a stagnant water.

 Such a fierce frontal text battle.

 It is really something I have never dreamed of.

 Now, it is happening before our eyes.

 While many people in the literary world were feeling emotional, they were also slightly excited in their hearts.

 If they can participate in such things, can they also leave their names for future generations to admire?

 Even if you lose...

Is it enough to leave a trace in history?

 All at once!

Tang Yuanpeng, Chen Yuqi and others once again aroused some fighting spirit, and looked at Wang Cheng with a trace of light.

On the stage.

Wang Jianbin looked at Wang Cheng who put down his brush, and was truly convinced. He gently cupped his hands to Wang Cheng and said with a smile: "Young Master Wang's masterpiece makes me ashamed. Such a masterpiece, such calligraphy, and Master Wang's talent may be... The best in the world!"

 Wang Cheng returned the favor to Wang Jianbin and said lightly: "That's too much praise!"

 After saying that, Wang Cheng casually put away the original work that had just been written and the ink was not yet dry. Wang Jianbin and many other people in the literary and entertainment circles felt heartbroken when they saw it!

This authentic painting by Wang Cheng would be worth at least over 100 million!

Wang Cheng just put it away casually. What if it was damaged?

 What should I do if I am confused?

 Isn't it a waste of natural resources?

But…

 That was written by someone else.

They could only watch anxiously, with no choice but to watch Wang Cheng put away the frontier fortress poem, and then prepared to step down and return to their seats to sit down and drink tea and rest.

but…

obviously.

Wang Jianbin would not let Wang Cheng leave so easily. When Wang Cheng just put away the work, he handed it over again and said: "Young Master Wang, I have a relative who admires your talent and wants to ask him for advice. I wonder if it is possible." ?”

Wang Jianbin's words spread throughout the audience!

Everyone's body is slightly agitated.

 Shui Mu, Peking University and other people from Beijing circles all had their eyes shining brightly.

The relatives Wang Jianbin mentioned are them! (End of chapter)

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