"Haha, blow, keep blowing." Cheng Jun's face was full of mockery.
At this time, he became more and more convinced that Ye Chen was a strong-mouthed king.
Who is Wang Gaizhi? He is his mentor. He is a big shot who can shock the entire Chinese art world with just one stamp of his feet.
Many billionaires who love antiques, calligraphy and painting try their best to get the personal contact information of their mentor.
It's ridiculous that Ye Chen is still talking shamelessly here, bragging that his mentor's contact information is not important.
Completely ignoring Cheng Jun's mocking gaze, Ye Chen directly dialed Wang Gaizhi on his mobile phone.
Soon, the call was connected, and a voice came from the other end, with strong joy and doubt.
"Who?" the old man on the other end of the phone asked cautiously.
"Me." Ye Chen cherished his words like gold and answered with one word.
But just this word almost made the other party excited.
"Little teacher, is it really you? Master, is he willing to let you go down the mountain?"
The old man was extremely excited, and even a fool could hear the joy in his voice.
Because Ye Chen turned on the speakerphone and the voice on the phone was played out, Jiang Wanqing, Jiang Qingzhong and Cheng Jun all heard the old man's words.
Suddenly, the three of them were in a daze.
Especially Cheng Jun, his scalp felt numb and his eyes nearly popped out.
As Wang Gaizhi's registered disciple, Cheng Jun was not too familiar with Wang Gaizhi's voice.
Moreover, he once heard from several senior brothers and sisters that his mentor Wang Gaizhi did have a young man as his teacher to learn calligraphy.
But who that young man is is not something that a registered disciple like him can know.
Now hearing Wang Gaizhi's voice on the phone, Cheng Jun's heart moved, and his eyes looking at Ye Chen were full of horror.
Could it be that the young teacher that my mentor had studied under was this young man in front of me?
But soon, Cheng Jun felt that his idea was ridiculous.
How old was Ye Chen a few years ago? He was probably not yet an adult.
A teenage boy could make Wang Gaizhi become his disciple willingly, and he wouldn't believe it even if he were beaten to death.
"Don't lie to me, do you think you can get away with just getting a voice AI?" Cheng Jun sneered.
Today's technology is so advanced that it is really easy to imitate a person's voice.
This must be Ye Chen's trick, not Wang Gaizhi himself at all.
"Little teacher, where are you? How come I heard someone else's voice next to you?" Wang Gaizhi's surprised voice came.
After glancing at Cheng Jun, Ye Chen smiled lightly and said, "It's nothing. I'm just a little guy. He thinks it's impossible for me to know you, so I'll just give you a call to prove it."
"Is there such a thing? Little teacher, tell me, who is he? If he dares to offend you, I can't forgive him!" Wang Gaizhi said solemnly.
He was shrewd and capable, and he instantly understood the situation on Ye Chen's side.
Most likely, it was one of his disciples who offended someone.
But this time, the person the guy offended was the young teacher Ye Chen, who even he was in awe of.
"Do you know Cheng Jun, the president of the Jinling Calligraphy Association?" Ye Chen said lazily.
"You said Xiao Cheng, I know him. He is my second named disciple. Why, is he the one who offended you?"
Wang Gaizhi was shocked. Among his many named disciples, Cheng Jun was the one with the highest qualifications.
Therefore, he entrusted Cheng Jun with an important task early on and asked him to serve as the president of the Jinling City Calligraphy Association.
But now it seems that there is a big problem with this decision.
"It's not an offense. It's just slandering me in front of my wife and saying that I'm not as good as him."
Ye Chen flicked his nails and said calmly.
Cheng Jun felt a chill in his back. When the second named disciple was mentioned on the other end of the phone, he had already reacted.
This phone call is definitely real and not fake.
Because there is no one else but his mentor Wang Gaizhi who can clearly remember that he is the second named disciple.
"This bastard, little teacher, give him the phone and I will scold him to death."
Wang Gaizhi's face turned green. He originally wanted to beg Cheng Jun for mercy.
But he didn't expect Cheng Jun to be so bold, even his little teacher dared to slander him.
Wang Gaizhi quickly changed his mind, fearing that Ye Chen's anger would implicate him.
"Your teacher is asking you to answer the phone." Ye Chen said with a smile, and then handed over the phone.
Cheng Jun looked panicked and answered the phone anxiously.
"Hey, teacher, I..."
Before Cheng Jun could say a few words, Wang Gaizhi cursed him head-on.
Cheng Jun was scolded and was dumbfounded. He stood there, dumbfounded and unable to say a word.
"I won't say much else. Now I just have one request. Get in front of my little teacher and apologize to him. Apologize sincerely. You must ask for his forgiveness. Otherwise, I will expel you from the house and remove you from office. The position of president.”
Wang Gaizhi's voice was relatively calm, but the anger contained in it could not be expressed in words, and almost everyone present could feel it.
When the phone was handed back to Ye Chen, Cheng Jun looked ugly.
In this confrontation, he was completely defeated and forced to apologize to the other party.
Otherwise, all his efforts of more than ten years will be in vain.
"I'm sorry, please forgive my offense. I am blind and blind. You, sir, have a lot. Just treat me like a fart."
Without thinking for long, Cheng Jun lowered his noble head to Ye Chen.
Obviously, compared to a career, the so-called face is worthless.
No matter how much Cheng Jun looked down on Ye Chen before, at least now, he was the one humblely begging for forgiveness, not Ye Chen.
After glancing at Cheng Jun, Ye Chen ignored him and walked towards Jiang Wanqing with a smile.
"Big wife, I miss you, come and give me a hug."
Ye Chen opened his hands and rushed towards Jiang Wanqing.
With a slight blush on her face, Jiang Wanqing pushed Ye Chen away.
"You want to die, my uncle is here." Jiang Wanqing muttered softly.
"I didn't see it. I didn't see anything."
Jiang Qingzhong reacted quickly and immediately turned around and covered his eyes.
Seeing her uncle like this, Jiang Wanqing was furious and couldn't help but give Ye Chen a blank look.
It's all this guy's fault, he doesn't care about the occasion when he's having sex, which makes her really embarrassed.
"Let's get down to business first. You haven't invited Mr. Wang over yet." Jiang Wanqing pointed at the phone in Ye Chen's hand that had not yet been hung up.
"It's not easy to do business." Ye Chen picked up the phone again, "What, Mr. Wang, do you have time recently?"
Hearing Ye Chen's address to Wang Gaizhi, Jiang Wanqing and Jiang Qingzhong were stunned and almost fell down.
For those who didn't know, they would have thought that Ye Chen was calling him a sloppy old man. It was really rude.
However, Ye Chen didn't care very much. In front of him, any calligraphy sage in the imperial capital was just a gimmick. In essence, he was just an old man who knew a little bit about calligraphy.
"If you have time, little teacher, if you have any instructions, it doesn't matter. Even if I don't have time, I will squeeze it out."
Wang Gaizhi agreed without even thinking about it.
He finally got the opportunity to perform in front of his little teacher. If he missed it, his decades of life would have been in vain.
"Come to Jinling University to hold a calligraphy exhibition. The requirements are not high. Just bring a few of your works. The president of Jinling University is my wife's uncle. Come over and he will arrange everything." Ye Chen said calmly.
"Okay, little teacher, then..." Wang Gaizhi suddenly hesitated.
"What do you want to say?" Ye Chen asked, his face as calm as a flat lake.
"Little teacher, were you present during the exhibition?" Wang Gaizhi boldly said what he was thinking.
"It depends. If my eldest wife is here, I will be there."
Ye Chen stretched out and then cut off the phone, not wanting to hear any more beeps from this old man.
