Urban God-level Youth-Chapter 492 - 494 Calligraphy Grandmaster

Chapter 492: Chapter 494 Calligraphy Grandmaster

This fan wanted to express his admiration for Qin Hao, but because he was so excited, he blurted out such a sentence.

Qin Hao saw so many people, and the number was still increasing.

He hurriedly said, “Everyone, don’t get too excited. I’m just out to buy something. If you carry on like this, I won’t dare to come out anymore.

Those who want a photo or an autograph can have one, just take your time, keep the order. There’s an old man here, let’s not push and hurt him.”

“I’m fine, Mr. Qin. I’m still pretty strong,” the old man said with a smile.

The crowd calmed down and found an open space. Those who wanted photos got their photos, and dozens of people were quickly done.

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There were also requests for autographs, and Qin Hao awkwardly said, “How about the autographs some other time? I didn’t bring a pen.”

The man who had just professed his love for Qin Hao timidly said, “Mr. Qin, would a brush pen do?”

The man walked up, holding in his hands a brush pen, ink, and rice paper that he had just purchased.

He was fond of calligraphy and had run out at home, so he planned to buy some.

Qin Hao nodded, “It’s all good, I’ll also borrow your rice paper.”

They found a counter, and the young female sales associate, who was a little fan of Qin Hao, agreed to let him use the counter.

Qin Hao held the rice paper down with some objects, dipped the brush in ink, and started writing. His movements were fluid, elegant, and unrestrained.

The two large characters of Qin Hao’s name instantly appeared on the paper.

The onlookers let out a gasp of amazement, “Wow, it’s so beautiful.”

“The script is vigorous and powerful, just like a peerless divine weapon, its sharpness awe-inspiring. Mr. Qin, do you also dabble in calligraphy?” the elderly man in his sixties or seventies asked.

Qin Hao gave an embarrassed smile, “Just a hobby.”

“I want one too, I want an autograph!” the people around hurriedly said.

Qin Hao wrote dozens of autographs, and when it was that man’s turn, he pulled out a longer piece of paper, “Mr. Qin, I like a verse of poetry, could you write it down with your signature for me?”

Qin Hao said, “Sure, consider it a thank you for providing all this stuff. Tell me, which verse?”

“The road ahead is long and has no end, yet high and low I’ll search with my will unbent.”

Qin Hao started writing on the long piece of rice paper, finishing quickly, and then signed his name in small seal script.

“That’s it, I’ve already been delayed for quite a while. I need to hurry and get groceries, I’ll see you all another time,” Qin Hao said before he and Han Meng quickly entered the supermarket.

After buying some vegetables and meat, Qin Hao, Han Meng, and the others left.

On Wei Yan.

A young woman posted on Wei Yan, “Today at Wanhao Mall I bumped into Mr. Qin, he’s really handsome in person and has a domineering CEO’s aura about him, but what’s most important is he’s so approachable and kind, big love for Mr. Qin.”

Below the Wei Yan post was a photo, a selfie with Qin Hao.

This post on Wei Yan attracted quite a few people, with many commenting below: Which Wanhao Square? I’m so jealous of you guys.

“Damn, how come I never meet Mr. Qin, next time I want a photo too.”

Later, a fan also showed off Qin Hao’s autograph, “Check out how beautiful Mr. Qin’s autograph is. I had a friend look at it.

He said it’s the work of a calligraphy master, worth a fortune. Is it really that valuable? Mr. Qin signed dozens of autographs, you know.”

This Wei Yan post also came with a photo, showing Qin Hao’s name written on the rice paper.

“The writing is indeed beautiful, as to how extraordinary it is, that’s for a calligraphy expert to judge.”

“Your friend isn’t wrong; I also work with calligraphy and painting. This is one of the most beautiful characters I’ve ever seen, worth a thousand gold for a single character. Are you selling it? I’m willing to pay one hundred thousand for it.”

“I’ll pay two hundred thousand.”

“Damn, are you two on the floor above playing a joke on us? Two characters worth two hundred thousand?”

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On Wei Yan, many people were also showing off Qin Hao’s autographs. A renowned figure in calligraphy saw this and shared it, with a few words of praise, “The calligraphy is really not bad. If it’s really worth two hundred thousand, I’d take as many as you have.”

The Wei Yan calligraphy big names have spoken, and now there are fewer skeptics.

So, according to this big shot, 200,000 is actually an understatement?

Those who got an autograph became excited: “Damn, is the signature Mr. Qin casually gave us really worth over 200k?”

Because the discussion on this topic surpassed hundreds of people, a new topic was generated: “Calligraphy Grandmaster: Mr. Qin Hao’s Words Are Worth Thousands.”

Since the topic bore Qin Hao’s name, his fans would click into it out of curiosity.

The topic’s ranking rose rapidly due to the sheer number of Qin Hao’s fans.

More than half of Wei Yan’s active users are his fans, and the traffic he currently attracts is comparable to half of Wei Yan itself.

If Qin Hao were to leave Wei Yan now and move elsewhere, it’s feared that over half of these fans would follow, dealing a significant blow to Wei Yan.

For platforms like theirs, traffic is paramount; more traffic means stronger monetization capabilities.

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Suddenly, the topic climbed to tenth place on the trending list, with the artificial intelligence topic still holding the number one spot.

Later, the person who received the autographed poem also showed off a little online.

Wei Yan isn’t short of talented individuals, who upon seeing it were astounded: “Mr. Qin is also a master calligrapher? Those characters are awesome.”

“Compared to Mr. Qin’s characters, those of the domestic master calligraphers pale in comparison; Mr. Qin’s calligraphy has surpassed theirs.”

“I never expected Mr. Qin to be knowledgeable in calligraphy as well, too cool.”

“Bro, will you sell it for a million? I’ll take it,” someone asked outright.

A million? People thought they read it wrong, rubbed their eyes, and looked again—it really was a million.

Is Mr. Qin’s word really worth that much?

The person replied: “Not for sale, my family isn’t short on money.”

“Dang, I’m quitting my job, I’m going to stake out Mr. Qin. If he writes me a poem, I won’t have to work for the rest of my life.”

“We’ve attended the same schools, why the hell are you so talented?” responded someone from up above.

“What a great idea! It’s been reported where Mr. Qin lives online, I’ll go look it up, and we can group up and head over tomorrow.”

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“This is considered grandmaster level calligraphy? It looks like dogshit, and a bunch of ignorant people are making blind comments, do you even know what calligraphy is?”

A Wei Yan user named Dai Kun commented.

He had several hundred thousand followers, and many supported him in the comments: “Mr. Dai is right, a million for that, classic case of a fool and his money soon parted.”

“Alas, there aren’t many people like Mr. Dai who understand the art of calligraphy and painting anymore.”

“Mr. Dai, show them a thing or two, let them see what a real master of calligraphy is like.”

Qin Hao’s fans were annoyed when they saw this, and after checking his profile: renowned calligrapher from Beijin Province, Honorary Vice-Chairman of the Calligraphy and Painting Association.

Below his Wei Yan profile were also quite a few of his own calligraphy and painting works, but compared to those, his fans felt they couldn’t hold a candle to Qin Hao’s.

“To be honest, what you wrote isn’t even as good as dogshit, how can you have the audacity to spout nonsense here? Can’t you see what a crapshot your own writing is?”

“And here you are, the ‘Honorary Vice-Chairman,’ I think it’s just jealousy of Mr. Qin’s talent, right?”

“Big idiot, are you trying to leech off Mr. Qin’s popularity?”

“So, because I don’t understand calligraphy, that means you do? Aren’t your pieces there for everyone to see? I think what Mr. Qin wrote looks better.”

“Let’s not bother with this moron anymore, he’s just jealous because Mr. Qin’s writing is better than his.”

“It’s normal for Mr. Qin to be envied for being so outstanding,”

With an abundant number of fans Qin Hao had, within half an hour, tens of thousands of people censured Dai Kun, their words too vulgar to behold, aggravating him to the point of nearly vomiting blood.

[Fifth update, an extra one for everyone]