Mengyao, Buy This Calligraphy!

After Chen Xinhan left, Jiang Xuesong logged into Weibo. He had his own account, but he rarely updated it.

"Fortunate enough to have purchased Master Lin Yu's ink treasure, Jiang has prepared some tea and sincerely invites old friends to come appreciate and discuss it."

Jiang Xuesong posted a Weibo update.

He also attached a high-definition photo he had just taken.

Quite a few people followed Jiang Xuesong, and soon someone saw the post.

"Old Jiang is a master of calligraphy, yet he calls someone else a master. Just who is this Lin Yu?"

"I know him. President Gu liked his post. I never expected even Old Jiang to hold Lin Yu's calligraphy in such high regard. Lin Yu's skill must truly be exceptional."

"I thought Lin Yu was merely good at signatures. How shallow of me. His signatures aren't the full extent of his ability."

Comments appeared one after another beneath Jiang Xuesong's Weibo post.

Many of his followers were from the Calligraphy World, and quite a few were experts. They were all astonished when they saw the photo.

"Old Brother Jiang, I'm coming over for tea."

"Old Jiang, the photo isn't clear enough. I'm coming right over, so you'd better have good wine and good food ready."

"I've copied the Preface to the Orchid Pavilion Collection no fewer than a thousand times. I'm not as good as him. I'm buying a plane ticket right away to come learn from him."

The big names of the Calligraphy World left comments one after another after receiving the news.

The news quickly spread.

With online media so developed these days, information traveled fast.

"Editor-in-Chief, the site traffic is up!"

"Sales of Master Lin Yu's book are also showing a very obvious upward trend."

Someone in Childlike Heart Network's editorial department said excitedly.

The book's Sales Curve had been steadily declining, but now it had turned upward at an angle of fifty or sixty degrees.

"Good, excellent."

A broad smile appeared on Chen Xinhan's face.

Helping Jiang Xuesong buy something from Lin Chen had not been a wasted trip. Jiang Xuesong's influence truly was considerable.

"Master, Old Jiang posted on Weibo. Many people have liked and reposted it, and the news has blown up. Book sales have increased significantly."

Chen Xinhan sent Lin Chen a message.

"Okay."

Lin Chen replied simply.

He was not particularly surprised.

The house had been bought, and he was no longer short of money. Whether the books sold a little better or worse did not make much difference to him.

Compared with that, skills were far better.

Lin Xiaoqian often brought him even bigger surprises.

"Dad, I want to cry."

Lin Xiaoqian woke from her nap with her little lips pursed.

Lin Chen hurriedly comforted her. "Xiaoqian, did you have a nightmare? Or do you miss Mom?"

"Dad, I wet the bed again."

"I'm not a Good Baby anymore."

Tears shimmered faintly in Lin Xiaoqian's eyes.

"Xiaoqian, you haven't wet the bed in a long time. You're already doing great. There's a waterproof pad on the bed, so Dad just needs to wash it."

Lin Chen swiftly changed Lin Xiaoqian's clothes.

Over at Childlike Heart Network, Chen Xinhan sighed inwardly.

A master really was a master.

Any other author would certainly be overjoyed if their book sales rose, yet Lin Yu had reacted so calmly.

"Master, quite a few people are asking for your contact information. Some of them want to buy your ink treasures. We will definitely keep your information strictly confidential."

Chen Xinhan sent another message.

Lin Chen had just finished changing Lin Xiaoqian's clothes.

His phone rang. He picked it up and glanced at it. "Editor-in-Chief, thank you."

After finishing a meeting, Xu Mengyao returned to her office.

"Huh..."

Xu Mengyao scrolled through some short videos.

Big Data recommended news related to Lin Yu to her.

"Preface to the Orchid Pavilion Collection."

Xu Mengyao enlarged the image and examined it closely.

She did not know much about calligraphy, but Lin Chen's Preface to the Orchid Pavilion Collection was still exceedingly pleasing to her eye.

"Who is Jiang Xuesong?"

Xu Mengyao muttered to herself.

She looked him up, and when she saw the results, Xu Mengyao was amazed. Jiang Xuesong had actually been the Former President of the Calligraphy Association, and his accomplishments in calligraphy were profound.

"Dad, what do you think of this calligraphy?"

Xu Mengyao sent Xu Guofeng the photo of the Preface to the Orchid Pavilion Collection written by Lin Chen.

It was midnight in the United States.

Xu Mengyao had not expected an immediate reply, but Xu Guofeng had not gone to sleep yet and saw the message.

Xu Mengyao was poor at calligraphy, but Xu Guofeng had considerable skill in it and had put in plenty of hard work.

Moreover, compared with his calligraphy, Xu Guofeng's eye for appraisal was even better. He had money and had seen many top-tier works.

"Preface to the Orchid Pavilion Collection."

"Too many people have written this. It isn't easy to stand out."

Xu Guofeng muttered to himself.

He opened the image and studied it carefully.

Five Minutes passed. Xu Guofeng had finished looking at it, and he was astonished. This work was clearly new, yet he could not think of anyone today with such a high level of skill.

"Whose work is this?"

"As long as the price does not exceed One Million, buy it."

Xu Guofeng sent Xu Mengyao a message.

Surprise appeared in Xu Mengyao's eyes. "Dad, you're really willing to spend that much. This isn't an antique—it's a modern work, and it was written not long ago."

"Mengyao, you don't understand. It's worth One Million. Don't drag your feet. Just Offer a Price of One Million and buy it."

Xu Guofeng urged her.

"Old Jiang is displaying this. He bought it from someone else too, so he definitely won't sell it to us."

Xu Guofeng was deeply regretful. "That's a pity. Old Jiang loves calligraphy dearly. He certainly won't part with it."

Xu Mengyao muttered to herself.

If Xu Guofeng wanted one, it would be easy enough.

She could buy one from Lin Chen later. If she did not have enough pull, she could ask her daughter for help.

"Dad, get some rest early."

"You sent me something like this. How can I possibly sleep anytime soon? I'll study it some more."

Xu Mengyao muttered, "Lin Chen, just how much are you still hiding?"

Cooking Skill, calligraphy, painting, Fairy Tale Creation—Lin Chen was top-tier in all of them, and he also knew several foreign languages.

Knock, knock!

A knocking sound rang out.

"Come in."

Xu Mengyao said. Shen Qing pushed open the door and entered. "President Xu, it's not easy to get a meeting with you these days."

Xu Mengyao said helplessly, "There's too much going on at the company. Many matters have to be handled personally by me. You have it better—you don't lack money, and you don't have much to do."

"Do you have anything this afternoon? Want to go shopping?"

Shen Qing asked.

Xu Mengyao looked at the time. "I have a meeting in forty-five minutes. I need to meet with a leader from a Government Department."

Shen Qing curled her lips. "Can't you work less and earn less?"

Xu Mengyao shook her head. "It's not as simple as you think. Sailing against the current, if you don't advance, you fall behind. If the company collapses, my parents and I could still live well enough."

"But there are so many employees in the company."

"Many employees followed my dad from the very beginning when he started the business. If the company goes under, what will they do then?"

Shen Qing sighed softly. "That's true. A group company as large as yours can't afford to slack off."

"Mengyao, I heard Zhang Tianyu is pursuing you?"

Xu Mengyao said, "I'm not interested in him."

Shen Qing's expression turned grave. "Mengyao, he's not a good person. If he hits a wall with you, could he harm Lin Chen and Qian Qian?"

Xu Mengyao's expression turned cold. "He wouldn't dare!"