usenovelgroup Chapter 191 It turns out my father-in-law is a cultural luminary with students all over the world.
Chapter 191 It turns out my father-in-law is a cultural luminary with students all over the world.
Su Zhentian's figure disappeared through the door, but the oppressive atmosphere in the conference room did not lessen at all. Instead, it was like fermenting dough, squeezing the hearts of those minority shareholders until they could hardly breathe.
Wang Cai slumped in his chair, still gripping the broken teacup handle tightly in his hand, his face as white as a freshly painted white wall.
"President Wang... President Wang."
His lips trembled as he looked at Wang Defa, the president of Huasheng Bank, who had not yet left, his voice slurred.
"Mr. Su... Mr. Su, besides being rich, does he... have another identity?"
Wang Cai isn't stupid.
If it were just about money, even the richest person in the world, it wouldn't warrant a high-ranking bank president acting so subserviently. In Beijing, there are plenty of wealthy people, but what truly commands respect is never just money.
Wang Defa wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and glared at him irritably.
"Rich? You underestimate Old Su."
He found a seat, took a sip of herbal tea to calm his nerves, and spoke with a disdainful tone that said, "You bunch of country bumpkins who've never seen the world."
"Master Su was not only a business tycoon, but also a leading figure in contemporary Chinese calligraphy and a living fossil of culture!"
"That was a true Confucian scholar!"
"Do you know how many of those people sitting up there now were his students back then? Even the presidents of Peking University and Tsinghua University would respectfully address him as 'teacher'! Even the plaque in the Palace Museum was inscribed by Professor Su himself!"
Upon hearing this, a collective gasp filled the conference room.
Wang Cai felt a sudden darkness before his eyes and almost fainted.
It’s over.
This time, we really hit a brick wall, and it was a barbed titanium alloy steel plate.
Offending a rich person might at most mean losing a business deal; but offending a cultural giant could mean being gossiped about behind your back until you die! In China, the pen of a scholar is sometimes harder than the gun of capital!
Lin Zhou stood to the side, secretly marveling at what he heard.
He turned to look at Su Qingge, his eyes filled with disbelief.
"Honey, I didn't know Dad was this amazing? I thought he was just a nouveau riche."
Su Qingge gave a wry smile and rubbed her temples.
"That's why I don't want to rely on my family. If I really went back to inherit the family fortune, just dealing with all those important people who come to ask for calligraphy and paintings and introductions would exhaust me."
Just then, the office door was pushed open again.
Su Zhentian, who hadn't gone far, actually turned back.
Behind him were two panting bodyguards, who weren't carrying any documents, but instead a roll of Xuan paper, an inkstone, and several old-looking calligraphy brushes.
"Dad? What's wrong...?"
Su Qingge was somewhat bewildered.
Ignoring the surprised looks from the crowd, Su Zhentian walked straight to the large mahogany conference table.
With a wave of his hand, he swept all the messy reports and contracts on the table onto the floor.
"Clean it up."
He gave a casual instruction.
The bodyguard immediately stepped forward, deftly spread out the Xuan paper, and ground the ink.
A faint scent of ink instantly filled the conference room, which was filled with the smell of money, diluting the tense atmosphere that had been building up.
"That little brat from the Zhou family, isn't he trying to use his capital to bully people?"
Su Zhentian rolled up the cuffs of his Zhongshan suit, revealing a slender but powerful wrist. He picked up a wolf-hair brush, dipped it heavily in ink, and his eyes instantly sharpened like an eagle's.
"Then I'll show him what a true dimensional reduction attack is."
Wang Cai and the others looked at each other, completely baffled as to what the old man was up to.
Writing?
What's the point of writing at a time like this!
The stock price is still falling, and the public is still criticizing it. Do you think these few words can turn into gold bars to patch up the hole?
"Playing tricks..."
Wang Cai cursed inwardly, but dared not show it on his face. He could only stand to the side with a forced smile.
Lin Zhou narrowed his eyes.
He sensed a murderous aura emanating from his father-in-law's tall, imposing back.
That was the murderous aura of a scholar.
It can strike at the heart without drawing blood.
"Snapped!"
The pen strokes fell.
Su Zhentian did not pause at all; his wrists moved swiftly, and his brushstrokes flowed like dragons and snakes.
Those powerful, bold traditional Chinese characters leap off the page, exuding a forceful anger and majesty that seems to penetrate the paper itself.
On the Bottom Line of Capital and the Backbone of Culture
This is the title.
These eleven words alone sent a chill down Lin Zhou's spine as he stood beside them.
Su Zhentian continued writing.
"Merchants are meant to facilitate the exchange of goods and benefit the world. But today's capital is like a ravenous beast, driven solely by profit, disregarding morality..."
"They even use money as a weapon, attempting to castrate the backbone of culture, treating art as a plaything and people's hearts as worthless..."
"The so-called 'Dynasty' is an entertainment monstrosity, but in reality, it's a malignant tumor. It relentlessly destroys people and breeds chaos. If such capitalism is allowed to run rampant, culture will perish and the spirit will die!"
The entire article, several hundred words long, did not mention Zhou Lixing once, nor did it utter a single swear word.
But every word is precious, and every sentence is sharp.
He cited classical texts, discussing everything from business ethics to cultural heritage, and elevated the profit-driven, opinion-manipulating, and dissent-suppressing behavior of Dynasty Entertainment to the level of "harming the country and the people" and "destroying the foundation of culture."
Every word seemed to transform into an invisible sword, pointing directly at the Zhou family's Achilles' heel.
Bank Manager Wang watched from the side, his back already soaked with cold sweat.
He knew all too well the significance of this article.
If this gets out, those cultural bigwigs who regard Su Zhentian as their spiritual leader, and those political and business elites who have received favors from Su Zhentian, wouldn't they tear Dynasty Entertainment to shreds?
This is hardly an article.
This is clearly a proclamation of condemnation!
Ten minutes later.
Su Zhentian stopped writing and finished his work.
He looked at the dripping ink on the paper, and let out a long breath, as if he had expelled all the pent-up emotions in his chest.
"Lin Zhou".
He suddenly shouted.
"Yes." Lin Zhou quickly stepped forward.
"How's this handwriting?"
Su Zhentian pointed to the calligraphy, his tone carrying a hint of arrogance as he examined it.
Lin Zhou glanced at the powerful handwriting and gave it a heartfelt thumbs up.
"Dad, this handwriting... it's menacing and domineering. It's even more explosive than my song 'Exaggeration'."
"Hmph, you're a smart kid."
Su Zhentian smiled slightly and casually tossed the brush into the brush washer.
He turned his head and looked at the secretary who had been waiting on the side and was in charge of public relations for the Su family.
"Take a picture."
His tone was calm, yet it carried an undeniable air of dominance.
"Send it out."
"I want this article to appear on the front page of all mainstream media within half an hour."
"I want the whole world to see just how good the Zhou family's so-called 'golden brand' really is!"