Yan Heyun heard his words and laughed, pretending to be mysterious: "Yes, this kid is Zhao Yuan, and he is indeed very young. As for his calligraphy attainments, I guess you won't believe it no matter what I say. Fortunately, you will be able to see it with your own eyes after a while..."

Gu Suquan frowned and asked, "This kid seems to be very familiar with Lao Lin? What's the origin? Well... Why do I think he looks familiar? Could it be that he is a disciple of any calligraphy master?"

Yan Heyun laughed silently and said, "As far as I know, his teacher is a hermit. But then again, with his calligraphy level, the famous calligraphers in the world today can't teach him. It is natural that he is familiar with Lao Lin, because he is Lao Lin's granddaughter's boyfriend. As for you, you think he looks familiar, maybe I saw him on TV news some time ago."

"TV news?" Gu Suquan was stunned at first, then recalled and said with a look of surprise: "He is the Chinese medicine student who ran to Japan to play the Chinese prescription doctor and successfully played the Chinese medicine student?"

Yan Heyun nodded and replied, "That's right, it's him."

Gu Suquan was stunned: "Aren't you guys fooling around? Let a Chinese medicine student compete with a young Japanese calligrapher for calligraphy? Yes, his medical skills are very powerful, and even Japanese Chinese medicine doctors have defeated them. But calligraphy and medical skills are all different things."

"Old Gu, you will know whether we are messing around later." Faced with the accusation, Yan Heyun was not angry, got out of the car with a smile, warmly greeted Zhao Yuan and Lin Xue, and then opened the car door diligently and asked Zhao Yuan to get in.

Gu Suquan looked surprised, not understanding what Yan Heyun was like and why he was so attentive to a young man... No, to be precise, this is no longer attentive, it is clearly just putting his attitude very low, as if a disciple was serving his teacher.

If Zhao Yuan was a 70-year-old and eighty-year-old, with a renowned and authoritative boss in the calligraphy world, then Yan Heyun would have no problem doing this, but he was a young man who was about twenty years old and had no fame in the calligraphy world. Yan Heyun's behavior and attitude would seem strange and abnormal.

How could he know that Yan Heyun wished to be able to worship this young man as his teacher? Because this young man's calligraphy attainments had exceeded the level of an mortal and had reached the level of a god of calligraphy! Unfortunately, Zhao Yuanzhi was not here and was not interested in accepting apprentices to teach calligraphy.

Just as Gu Suquan was thinking about it, Zhao Yuan got into the car, and then Yan Heyun and Lin Liangzhe also came on and urged: "Old Gu, drive quickly. Zhao Yuan is in a hurry and will go to the airport later."

Gu Suquan packed up the distracting thoughts in his head and started the car.

Lin Liangzhe introduced to Zhao Yuan: "This is Gu Suquan, your Grandpa Lin's friend, a famous calligrapher in Rongcheng, and a first-class calligrapher in China. As for Lao Yan, I won't introduce you to what you have seen before."

Zhao Yuan was very polite and greeted with a smile: "Hello Teacher Gu, Hello Teacher Yan."

Gu Suquan nodded slightly, thinking that he didn't know how this child was capable, but he was still polite.

Yan Heyun, who was sitting in the passenger seat, quickly turned around and waved her hands repeatedly, and said with a wry smile: "Zhao Yuan, don't call me a teacher. How dare I call me a teacher in front of you? Aren't you so embarrassed me?"

Gu Suquan was stunned and thought to himself, what happened to Yan Heyun today? His words and deeds were so abnormal. Before he could ask questions, Yan Heyun took the lead and said to him: "Old Gu, did you accept Zhao Yuan's name like this?"

"Nothing is wrong." Gu Suquan said in confusion, "Can I call him teacher?"

Yan Heyun sneered and said, "Stop dreaming, Zhao Yuan said that he would not accept disciples."

Gu Suquan was speechless and thought to himself that you are stupid? Can't you hear what I said just now? You took it seriously? You said that Zhao Yuan would not accept disciples? You are right? I am a top calligrapher in China. He is a young boy in his early twenties. What qualifications and ability do you have to accept me as an apprentice?

While surprised, he couldn't help but wonder, could this young boy named Zhao Yuan be really good at calligraphy? Otherwise, how could Yan Heyun and Lin Liangzhe be so arrogant to him? He made indirect attempts to ask how high Zhao Yuan's calligraphy level is, but unfortunately he didn't get the answer. Yan Heyun and Lin Liangzhe just smiled and said, "You will know after you see it with your own eyes."

Half an hour later, Gu Suquan drove into a hotel located in the park.

This place is a place where birds sing and flowers are fragrant, and the environment is excellent. It is the venue for this calligraphy exchange meeting. At the same time, the calligraphers who attended the meeting also stayed here, so that they can brew a mood and create better and more exciting works of art in a beautiful and quiet environment.

After getting off the car, Zhao Yuan was pulled by Lin Liangzhe, passing through the calm and atmospheric Ming and Qing style hotel lobby, and straight into a conference room.

The calligraphy exchange meetings for the past two days were held here. At the same time, the "exchange" between young Chinese and Japanese calligraphers was also held here.

As soon as he entered the door, Lin Liangzhe shouted, "I have brought you guys, who is the young Japanese calligrapher first?"

At this time, Zhao Yuan saw that there were quite a lot of people in this elegantly decorated conference room, with at least fifty or sixty people.

When many people heard Lin Liangzhe's words, they looked at each other. Some of them knew Zhao Yuan and immediately showed malicious smiles. Of course, this smile was not for Zhao Yuan, but for a Japanese calligrapher, Zhao Yuan, who came, these guys became grasshoppers in the autumn and could not be long.

Most Japanese calligraphers do not know Zhao Yuan. Even if they know him, they watched the news that Zhao Yuan defeated the Han Dynasty on TV shows some time ago. They only knew that he was a powerful Chinese medicine practitioner, but they didn’t understand why Lin Liangzhe came to him. Is he still proficient in calligraphy? But he is so young and has excellent medical skills, so how can he have time to study calligraphy?

"Hey, why is it him?" a woman said in surprise.

She spoke Japanese, and the old man next to her immediately asked, "Why, Yumiko, do you know him?"

This woman was Yumiko who arrived in Rongcheng on the same flight as Zhao Yuan. The old man beside her was her teacher Kayoshi Sato.

Yumiko replied: "Teacher, this person is the Zhao Yuan I met on the plane before."

Yahiko Sato said disdainfully: "Oh, it's him. His handwriting is pretty good, but it's far from comparing it to our young calligraphers! The old man was arrogant before, and I thought he could really find some powerful figures, but he didn't expect to find such a person."
Chapter completed!