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Fuck!!!

Buddy, have you gone mad!

"What, don\'t want to take responsibility for the mistake you made? What was it that you just agreed to!"

Song Yun, furious, grabbed Ouyang Jie by the collar and roared, "Even though I\'m not that capable, I am willing to give you a good thrashing to protect her!"

"I...."

Ouyang Jie was on the verge of tears, it was over, his brother had gone insane, and it was all his fault that things had turned out this way, woeful, woeful, woeful.

"I\'ll marry! Right now, I\'ll marry!"

"That\'s the spirit of a true man!"

Song Yun\'s face cleared, like the sky after the rain, and he patted the other man\'s arm, saying with relief, "From now on, we are family. You haven\'t met my aunt and uncle yet, have you? Well, considering the mess we\'ve caused, it\'s a bit embarrassing, so I\'ll give them a heads-up first, and we\'ll pay them a visit tomorrow!"

"???"

"???"

"???"

At this statement, the other three people in the room were all confusion.

"Brother... are you sure you haven\'t gotten something wrong?"

"Huh? Didn\'t you get my sister pregnant?"

"No!"

Ouyang Jie protested vehemently to the heavens, "I just added a few words behind the manuscript you gave me!"

"Fuck! Just this, just this?"

Song Yun\'s chest, heavy with worry, deflated in relief. Thank goodness, Xiao Wan was fine!

"Old man, is it worth getting upset over such a trifle?"

Hearing Song Yun\'s words, Liu Changqing was stunned, and with trembling lips, he asked, "You\'re not angry?"

"Angry about what? This manuscript was just something I scribbled on for practice."

Upon hearing Song Yun\'s words, the other three fell silent once again.

A manuscript that could fetch a million at auction, you scribbled it carelessly?

Fuck!!!

What kind of talent is this! Scribbling can get you into the national museum!

If you were to take it seriously...

I dare not think, I dare not think!

"Song Yun, right? I hope I can impose on you, given my age, to inscribe a piece for me?"

Liu Changqing licked his lips, his eyes filled with longing.

"Sure, my calligraphy isn\'t worth much."

Song Yun, teasing, asked, "What would you like me to write, old man?"

"Just... just write..."

Liu Changqing suddenly found himself in a difficult position, his mind brimming with countless beautiful words and verses, to choose one and forgo the others, none felt right!

"How about just writing \'Eternal Vigor\'?"

Elder Ouyang Shu suggested.

As soon as these words were spoken, Liu Changqing slammed the table and exclaimed, "That\'s it! I\'ll have it framed and hung in the ancestral hall!"

"That\'s not necessary, not necessary..."

Song Yun hurried to decline, thinking that the old man was playing it too big.

"How about this! You just write these four characters, and I\'ll watch you do it!"

In Liu Changqing\'s yearning gaze, the four grand characters smoothly appeared on the paper.

Liu Changqing, fascinated, caressed the rice paper, carefully using a towel to blot the excess ink.

"No way! We\'re on good terms, you lad! You must write a pair for the Ouyang Family too!"

"Alright, alright..."

Song Yun now felt like a tool, being frantically ordered around by these two old men.

"What would you like me to write?"

"For the public, for the people! I\'ll hang it up in the main hall later, for all passersby to see!"

One should know that the status of the Ouyang Family is not ordinary, with numerous descendants occupying high positions in the halls of power, making this piece of writing even more significant!

After Song Yun finished writing, Ouyang Shu was thoroughly satisfied and gave his grandson, Ouyang Jie, a kick, finally venting his spleen!

"Song Yun..."

"Stop right there!" Song Yun glared at Ouyang Jie, not needing to guess to know that this lad was planning to request a piece for himself, too. The two senior elders were of high status and regard, what place did this lad have?

"Song Yun, I must beseech you for another matter."

Liu Changqing\'s face displayed his embarrassment, "Some time ago, the director of the national museum has been wanting a genuine piece from our ancestors, which I refused... As compensation, I said I would personally write them a piece another day, but now I see I\'m no match for you. Could you possibly write a piece for the national museum?"

"Song Yun, you mustn\'t underestimate the national museum, ah! This is simply an opportunity to make a name for yourself! Just think, a hundred years from now, everyone will have left this world without a trace, yet your handwriting alone will be revered by thousands in the national museum, passing down through the ages!"

Ouyang Shu, the elder, urged from the side.

After thinking it over, Song Yun realized it was indeed the case, so he decided to take it as a practice in calligraphy.

Song Yun picked up his brush again and, in one go, the famous prose "On the Yueyang Tower" appeared on the rice paper.

"Excellent writing! What excellent writing!"

Liu Changqing exclaimed in admiration, "These characters move like dragons and snakes, as if a sword opening the heavens, simply astonishing! This single piece is enough to give countless observers an epiphany!"

"Song Yun, on behalf of thousands of calligraphers, I thank you for your contribution!"

Liu Changqing grasped Song Yun\'s hand firmly and gave it a shake.

Upon hearing Liu Changqing\'s words, Song Yun actually felt a little surprised.

He had not anticipated that his artistic skill would be praised so highly.

"Hahaha, it\'s a joy for everyone!" Ouyang Shu laughed heartily, "Song Yun, you must realize you\'re the only one whose work has entered the collection of the national museum in your lifetime, an honor of the highest order!"

"No! It\'s an honor for the national museum!"

Liu Changqing was right, the moment this calligraphy was exhibited, it was like cold water thrown into a boiling pot of oil, sending shockwaves through the entire calligraphic world!

Countless calligraphy enthusiasts rushed to the national museum as if on a pilgrimage.

After they truly witnessed the handwriting, there were those who wept inconsolably, those who had sudden realizations where they stood, and those whose minds were deeply shaken...

Many first-rate calligraphers, who were still alive and held themselves in high esteem, lightly regarded one another.

But after being encouraged by their disciples and actually seeing it for themselves, each one was stunned on the spot.

Calligraphy, something penned on paper, can instantly reveal the depth of one\'s skill.

As they looked at the introduction of the person on the exhibition plaque, they couldn\'t help but sigh. Song Yun, so young, yet already with such accomplishment, was truly the chosen one of the calligraphy world!

This led to many calligraphers seeking his name, hoping to pay a personal visit to Song Yun, and even top-tier calligraphy masters publicly expressed their willingness to offer Song Yun the courtesy of a disciple.

But as they delved deeper trying to uncover more about Song Yun, they could only find that he was the wealthiest person in Magic Capital, with numerous enterprises under his name, and his home address was hidden, inaccessible by any means.

Song Yun\'s whereabouts had become a great mystery within the calligraphy circle!

After continuing to bother the Ouyang Family for a few more days, Song Yun and the two others planned to return to Magic Capital.

As the car heading to the airport slowly started, under the reluctant gaze of Elder Ouyang Shu, it moved out of sight.

Upon arriving at Magic Capital and just landing, they saw the waiting Mr. and Mrs. Ye from a distance.

"So you\'ve definitely secured the connection with the Ouyang Family?"

Mr. Ye now looked at Song Yun as if he were his own son, his son-in-law was too much of a credit to the family, and without realizing it, he had become a great figure talked about by everyone, truly remarkable!