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Chapter 164: 062 Lan Jie’s slick moves, approachable nuclear Mr. Jiang_3

He drove directly to the Traditional Calligraphers Association.

The Traditional Calligraphers Association’s judging area.

In the middle of the conference table, a man in a snow-white shirt sat, his eyes lowered. His pale fingers tapped on the computer’s surface, fine black hair falling over his eyebrows, the corners of his eyes and brows carrying an air of coldness.

Even without speaking, one could feel the chill of his lofty demeanor soaking his whole being.

With a single movement of his finger, it seemed as though a cold gust had swept through the entire judging room.

Next to him, a refined elderly man stood smiling gently, “Everyone, don’t be restrained. Our young master is just here to have a look. All the teachers need to do is score properly, just relax a bit.”

Seven judges clutched the artworks tremblingly, and upon hearing this, were almost in tears.

Your words sound good.

But with this gentleman seated here, who dares to relax?

Also, don’t you know that even when Young Master Jiang is silent, he’s not very approachable?

As soon as Chairman Xue arrived, he saw the seven judges huddled in their seats like quails, “…”

“Butler Jiang, what brings you and the young master here?” Chairman Xue was very, very polite; he didn’t dare speak to Jiang Fulai directly, only to the old butler at his side.

Butler Jiang chuckled, “Young master Jiang just came to take a look. He intends to donate a sum digitally to the Lanting Award.”

As he said so, Butler Jiang gestured with his fingers.

Chairman Xue rejuvenated, “I thank Young Master Jiang on behalf of the participants!”

Butler Jiang looked at the seven judges, “I heard that this year has hidden dragons and crouching tigers. Chairman Xue’s student is also among them.”

“Yajun?” Chairman Xue proudly mentioned his outstanding disciple, “For her, a young lady, to have come this far, it’s truly not easy…”

The arrival of Chairman Xue greatly improved the atmosphere of the office.

Finally, the seven judges could give the artworks their scores.

The grading was on an average point system.

“This slender gold script must belong to Xie Jinyun,” said one judge as he flipped to a piece, admiring it with a colleague and then sighed, “No wonder he is the hot favorite this year.”

He gave the calligraphy 91 points.

Calligraphy has many contenders, but nowadays, not many people can truly settle down to study the art. The Lanting Award is intended for the younger generation.

The levels of skill were varied.

Apart from Xie Jinyun’s slender gold script, most had not seen any other good work.

“Isn’t Chairman Xue’s student also here this year? I thought I saw she wrote in the Liang style…” A judge chuckled as he turned to the next piece, his words trailing off abruptly as he stopped.

He stared at the artwork.

It was in Liang style.

It was “Record of Xiangcheng”.

The person who wrote this poem, each stroke was like a bayonet, the curved strokes resembled vines, and overall it flowed like water, the brushwork splashing ink onto the paper unrestrainedly, as if the vast waters of the Milky Way were tumbling down from the heavens, the style and spirit striking one in the face!

He looked at the piece for a long time before he could bring himself to put it down.

The person next to him noticed the unusual reaction and looked over, “What piece have you found that has left you so…”

After a long look, he suddenly turned to Chairman Xue, who was chatting with Butler Jiang, “Chairman, you are really keeping a low profile. Your student is remarkable, this vigor in the strokes, it leaves me somewhat ashamed!”

“What?” Chairman Xue was momentarily dazed by the remark.

“This one,” the judge showed him the piece, “Look at this boldness, this sharpness, it’s quite a bit higher than Xie Jinyun.”

Those present were intimately familiar with the capable competitors for the first prize in this contest.

The one who excelled in the Liang style, was Xu Yajun.