Besides, Liang Zhengxian certainly didn't want to see another man showing off in front of him, so he decided to expose Wang Yue's little act himself. Smiling, he asked,
"So, Mr. Wang, you're good at calligraphy? I wonder if you specialize in penmanship with a hard-tipped pen or brush calligraphy. I've heard brush calligraphy is difficult to master. If you're good at it, I'd be willing to pay a high price for your work."
Wang Yue immediately understood Liang Zhengxian's intentions. He was trying to use Wang Yue to draw Wang Manni's attention to himself!
It had to be said that thirty-year-old Wang Manni had the freshness of a young woman and the allure of a mature one. She really was attractive. Liang Zhengxian's desperate efforts to win her over proved as much.
That said, Liang Zhengxian might have seemed like an elite to some people, but to anyone who knew the field, he was an ignoramus. He hadn't even realized how valuable Wang Yue's outfit, made from fine Shu Brocade, would be in the modern era. Otherwise, he wouldn't have tried to expose Wang Yue as a fraud.
Wang Yue was already good at calligraphy. Since this man was offering to give him money, he was happy to take it. It beat going to all the trouble of selling something.
So he decided to bait him, and deliberately made a show of hesitation. "I'm pretty good, but I don't have any brushes, ink, paper, or inkstone here. We'll have to wait until I'm back in China and have a chance for you to judge my work, Mr. Liang."
As a playboy who was good at juggling women, Liang Zhengxian knew that when you wanted to crush a romantic rival, it was best to do it in one blow. He