Chapter 1039: A Prodigy of the Generation (Fourth Update)

Ye Tianlong stood from the back to the front, instantly attracting everyone's attention and stopping Sister Qing's shouting.

Zhang Qingmen was stunned at first, and then showed a hint of joy. No matter who this kid was, he admired him for his courage to draw a sword to help.

It's just that he was worried about Ye Tianlong's retaliation, and wanted to speak out to stop him from being impulsive, but Zhao Yaoyao stopped him before he could say anything.

Zhao Yaoyao signaled that he didn't need to worry: "Director Zhang, don't worry, this is my friend, he can hold on."

Zhang Qingmen stopped moving when he heard this, and then said to Zhao Yaoyao: "No matter what his identity is, I am determined to be this friend."

Zhao Yaoyao smiled sweetly: "I think you will definitely become good friends."

At this time, seeing Ye Tianlong stand up, Sister Qing jumped three feet high like a rabbit whose tail was stepped on, and threatened at the top of her lungs:

"Boy, who are you? The water here is deep and you can't afford it."

She warned Ye Tianlong with a straight face: "Get out of here now, I'll pretend I've never seen you."

Although I don't know who Ye Tianlong is, and I don't think the latter has any abilities, standing up at this time will definitely slap Lin Bella and others in the face.

Sister Qing will never allow this to happen: "If you want to interfere, you will definitely regret it."

"Didn't you ask Director Zhang to call someone? I am the person Director Zhang called."

Ye Tianlong said calmly: "Why are you threatening me again now? Besides, this is Director Zhang's film title, what does it have to do with you?"

"you you--"

Sister Qing was almost angered to death. She could only point at Ye Tianlong and shouted: "Ignorant boy, you don't know how high the sky is and how high the sky is."

When Lin Bella and the others shared the same hatred and despised Ye Tianlong, Sister Qing turned her pretty face to look at Zhang Qingmen, and shouted arrogantly:

"Director Zhang, do you really want Agou Amao to write an inscription? Not only will he lower the quality of your movies, but he will also make it difficult for you to move forward in the entertainment industry in the future."

Zhang Qingmen said without politeness: "A dog and a cat? Do you mean to ask Miss Lin to write an inscription?"

Sister Qing was about to vomit blood: "You, you - Director Zhang, okay, I remember, I will tell Mr. Song carefully about what happened today."

Zhang Qingmen was fearless: "Please do it."

Ye Tianlong turned to look at Zhang Qingmen, and said with a hint of appreciation: "Director Zhang, if you don't dislike it, I am willing to give you this inscription."

"Although I'm not a famous hand, I can still write well."

Ye Tianlong smiled very calmly: "I believe I won't let you down."

"Little brother, your ability to stand up is already your greatest support for me. How can I be disappointed? Just go ahead and write the inscription."

Zhang Qingmen has a very open-minded temperament: "The title of my film does not require a famous artist, just a sincere heart."

A few people who were familiar with him, such as Zhao Yaoyao and the others, nodded secretly, but Lin Bella and other artists and onlookers showed disdain.

"Sincere heart... Director Zhang, just be an ostrich and comfort yourself."

Sister Qing was very unhappy to be slapped in the face like this. The original scenario was that Zhang Qingmen would take out one million and beg Lin Bella to give him four words:

"Originally, if you asked Ms. Lin to inscribe and sing, your movie could still be sold at the cost price, but now an unknown person is doing the inscription for you, and there is no highlight at all."

Sister Qing was domineering: "Just wait and pounce to the end."

Zhang Qingmen has his own pride: "Even if I have nothing to lose, it's better than looking at your faces."

"At worst, the movie won't be staged. I'll go home and sell sweet potatoes. Anyway, I'm a farmer's son and I can endure hardship."

Then, he clapped his hands to Ye Tianlong: "Come on, little brother, I will grind the ink for you, and after finishing the inscription, I will pay you, and treat you to a meal by the way."

"Thank you, Director Zhang. You can eat and forget about the reward."

Ye Tianlong replied politely, then took a few steps forward to the table and tilted his head towards Sister Qing who was blocking the way: "A good dog doesn't block the way."

Sister Qing's pretty face changed, then she held back and sneered coldly: "Write it, you guys write it, and I will see what flowers you can write for my own entertainment."

The artists and assistants behind her also had contemptuous expressions. They didn't expect Ye Tianlong to actually inscribe the title of the film. This was just a trick.

Ye Tianlong took the movie synopsis and glanced at it. It was a movie about Genghis Khan, and the title was "A Prodigy."

"Little brother, come on, let go and write."

At this time, Zhang Qingmen placed the polished pen and ink in front of Ye Tianlong. The fine ink, fine pen, and fine paper showed his intentions:

"No matter how it is written, I will put it on the screen intact, if it can be released."

Ye Tianlong expressed strong confidence: "It will definitely be released!"

"Boy, don't be embarrassed, this is not a kindergarten depiction, it's the title inscription."

"That's right, you think it's just a matter of writing a few words. There are a lot of things to consider."

"You are considered a weirdo when you do everything in front of Miss Lin."

Artists from Hong Kong and Taicheng are sarcastic and sarcastic. They have always been accustomed to ganging up and trampling on the mainlanders. If they make the latter stink, they will have a greater chance of rising to the top.

Unfortunately, many onlookers around him not only did not feel disgusted, but instead showed gloating expressions.

Ye Tianlong shook his head, then reached out and picked up the brush.

"hehe--"

Seeing Ye Tianlong's gesture of holding the pen, Lin Bella, who had been silent for a long time, finally sneered and opened her red lips:

"Little brother, do you need me to teach you how to hold a pen? If you still write inscriptions like this, I think you should find a primary school training class and practice for a few years."

Lin Bella, in her twenties, is tall and well-dressed. She wears a shirt, short skirt and stockings, which set off her figure very well. She is not much taller than Ye Tianlong, but she is very arrogant.

Her eyes and mouth corners are tilted even when she is not talking, giving people an impression of being high and mighty and looking down on everything.

Sister Qing and the others laughed continuously, treating Ye Tianlong as a joke, but Zhao Yaoyao was confident and believed that Ye Tianlong could create another miracle.

Ye Tianlong ignored them, but just stood there calmly holding the brush.

He was looking for the feeling, the feeling of integrating the artistic conception into it, so that he could write naturally with divine help.

If there is a word in your mind, you can write with divine help.

"Hurry up and write. If you can't write, get out of here. You're wasting our time."

"That's right. Did you fail to show off? Just waste our time."

"I was wondering, how could he write an inscription? Director Zhang is also a fool."

When Sister Qing and the others were waiting impatiently and shouting, Ye Tianlong suddenly grasped the brush, and his temperament changed instantly, like a sword out of its sheath.

He started to move.

The next scene shocked everyone!

Never seen writing like this.

"Swoosh!"

Ye Tianlong held the ink in his left hand and held the brush tightly in his right hand. While pouring ink on the rice paper, he danced with the brush on it.

The ink dripped onto the rice paper, and when it was about to touch the rice paper, the brush dipped and fell on it.

When Ye Tianlong's left hand regained stability and the ink stopped pouring out, the brush also dipped the last bit of ink and wrote it just in the last stroke.

In less than 30 seconds, the four characters were finished, and they were done in one go.

"I'm done!"

Ye Tianlong handed the brush and inkstone to Zhang Qingmen, then turned around and looked at the group of people behind him with a smile: "Everyone can appreciate it if they are interested."

"Appreciate? You need to appreciate it? Do you think this is writing?"

Sister Qing, who didn't see the words, sneered: "You are just scribbling!"

Ye Tianlong smiled but said nothing.

Lin Bella and the others were not interested in looking around. There was no way. Ye Tianlong's actions just now were too exaggerated. Anyone could see that it was just graffiti.

Lin Bella didn't even have the interest to mock such an opponent.

For a while, everyone present was in a commotion and all prepared to turn around and leave. Only Zhang Qingmen opened his mouth wide, stayed where he was, and his hands trembled.

Then, his face showed the excitement and joy of being liberated.

"Master!"

When Ye Tianlong slowly moved away, Zhang Qingmen suddenly roared and jumped up excitedly.

As the two walked away, the inscription on the chopping board was instantly revealed. All the people who were about to leave instinctively glanced at it, just a glance, and none of them moved.

The next second, everyone's eyes became stiff.

"A Generation of Pride"

When people saw these four words, they felt a surge of hot blood, which jumped directly from their spine to the top of their heads, and the hairs on their bodies stood up.

These four simple words give people a sense of iron and blood, and every word also reflects the momentum of thousands of horses being silent.

The battlefield is cruel, and the force penetrates the back of the paper.

The cold wind blew, the paper shook, and the cold killing intention rushed to the face.

Ye Tianlong smiled at Zhang Qingmen: "Director Zhang, is it worth a meal?"

Zhang Qingmen roared: "One word, one million!"

"Four words, ten million!"