The Profligate Madam of the Family

   Chapter 1757 What can I do in fifteen minutes!

  【Menan's favorite must not dare to challenge! 】

  【Hehe, does calligraphy still need to be compared? You don't need to know that we, Yaoyao, are definitely the best! 】

  【The rest of you probably won't get any ingredients! 】

  【Menan’s pet doesn’t have to be embarrassed. A girl like her can only fight, how could she have any talent! 】

   [Who said that our patron can't calligraphy anymore, but it's normal even if we can't calligraphy, right? They are not participating in a calligraphy competition, but a talent show, okay? 】

  【I don’t think anything else is necessary. Anyway, I only like the appearance of my pampering father, so I love the face of him. I can look at it for the rest of my life! 】

  【Yes, calligraphy is not important! Moreover, your talented girl Jin Fuyao, painting is not as good as our pet master, have you forgotten that our pet master can easily turn a cheap costume into a collection worth hundreds of billions on stage? 】

  Someone in the live broadcast room has been torn up.

  Everyone is not very optimistic about Monan Chong, except for his loyal fan.

   "My beloved, or I will come." Su Niannian said, "I can probably read a little while writing."

   "Let me come, you can first think about what you want to eat." Mo Nan Chong glanced at Su Niannian.

  Jin Fuyao didn't expect that Monan's pet was so refreshing, and suddenly felt that Monan's pet was a bit ridiculous. She must think she was very powerful.

  Calligraphy, she has been learning calligraphy for more than ten years, and she has been practicing since she knew how to get a pen.

  Don’t say it’s Monan’s favor, even if she is now a famous calligrapher, she is not afraid.

  "My patron is full of confidence in himself, can I eat whatever I want?" Someone looked at Monan Chong narrowly.

   "Yeah." Menan Chong responded faintly.

  The program staff has prepared everything.

  When the old man looked up and saw Monan Chong, his expression changed slightly, as if he was shocked.

  But at the same time, the eyes shine a little, but no one noticed.

  "I prefer brush writing, so don't you need to say it?" The old man said while licking sunflower seeds.

  The calligraphy writers glanced at each other, and then they started to work.

  There is a time limit this time. The father is very demanding. He only gives 30 minutes, 30 minutes, no matter what it is written, it is over.

  He will choose the best and the worst, and rank them once.

  Jin Fuyao looked very focused. She also glanced at Menan Chong when she started her hands. As a result, Menan Chong didn’t even move. When everyone had started, she still seemed to be looking at other places.

People in the    group of patrons are a little anxious, but they all know the manner of patrons, but they don’t urge them.

  On the contrary, the other groups are already secretly enjoying themselves.

   "It looks like, no matter what our team members write, anyway, there must be the bottom!"

   "Menan Chong volunteered to write, but he didn't actually do it!"

   "I don't think I dare anymore, I am afraid that I will lose badly."

  Mo Nanchong didn't start slowly until ten minutes passed.

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  In addition to various fans in the live broadcast room, there are others watching.

  I want to say that when looking at the writing at this moment, the most excited people should still be a group of people from the National Calligraphy Association.

  "Old Old Old Old Old President??"

   "Really the old president, where is he actually?"

   "The old president is very picky, this group of dolls will be scolded!"

   "But, why is our vice president in that place?"

   "The important thing now is not why the vice president is in that place. Didn't you watch the barrage? And what the little girls said in it is really annoying. They actually look down on our vice president!"

   "That's right, the vice president is so powerful, they actually think she can't calligraphy. Is she embarrassing when she does it?"

   "I feel sorry for our vice president. But the vice president can slap his face after a while. If the vice president does not know how to calligraphy, then there is really no calligraphy!"

   "The vice president is very lazy. She never likes to do it. It's rare that she can do it."

   "Thank you for this program group, let us see the calligraphy of the vice president."

"That Jin Fuyao is... she is worthy of comparison with our vice-chairman as rubbish? She laughed! She absolutely didn't know that our vice-chairman's calligraphy was one of the few calligraphy that was better than the antiques during the global joint auction. It can be sold at a higher price!"

  ……

  Overseas, in a huge villa, several people are also watching this live show.

  A man with a scar on his face and a knife in his hand said coldly: "Is it true that you see it! What she is wearing on her wrist is what we are looking for!"

  The other blond-eyed man glanced at the other person: "We must get this thing and send our First Operation Brigade. Even if this girl is killed, we must get that thing!"

A woman nodded, "Yes, the boss can't wait anymore, he needs it very much! Unexpectedly, it really broke the shell, although the nutrition from the shell is not as good as when it was an egg, it is better than nothing. Strong!"

   "What is the origin of this girl, why, is this thing in her hands?"

"It doesn't matter what her origin is, it doesn't matter to us. What we have to do is to get what our boss needs. As for this little girl's film, it doesn't matter whether it is life or death. So many people die every day. many."

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   "There are two minutes left."

   Thirty minutes passed quickly, and in the last two minutes, everyone seemed to be doing their best.

  In the last half minute, Jin Fuyao calmly put down the pen in her hand, "I'm done."

  Everyone looked at it and saw that Jin Fuyao wrote a poem, because the time was relatively short, the writing was a bit rough, but for those who don’t know much about calligraphy, they would only think that Jin Fuyao was really awesome.

   "Wow, it looks good!"

"This poem is also very artistic, the word is also good, and it is too good to read? Although it only took 30 minutes, but Sister Fu Yao is really a talented woman, can write to this level, I think it will be auctioned. Tens of millions can't be bought!"

   "We've got the number one!"

   "Speaking of it, it seems that I just saw this poem written by Menanchong. Since it is the same thing, it can be compared."

  Huahua and others' faces are a little green.

   Knowing that Menan is not as favored as Jin Fuyao, he also said that he would like to compare it. Didn’t this make them look bad on purpose?

   "My master, is it okay?" Someone looked directly at Mo Nanchong, and even walked over, and pulled over the calligraphy works of Mo Nanchong.

   Seeing the man's rough movements, the old man almost fainted with a fright of shaking his hand, "Stop! Stop! How can you treat this calligraphy so rough!"

  This is worth hundreds of billions at least!

   "I'm sorry, a bit--" When the girl who had pulled her patron's paper looked down at the character, she froze.

  She was a little speechless.

  (End of this chapter)