"Mr. Pang, please go ahead."
Overhearing Shen Zhenguo's enthusiastic invitation, Wan Feng couldn't help but smile proudly, quite pleased with the praise he had received earlier, and he gestured for Pang Boyuan to begin writing.
Wan Feng had the hotel staff bring over the previously prepared ink, brush, paper, and inkstone. To emphasize his respect for calligraphy, he personally laid out the paper for Pang Boyuan.
Pang Boyuan smiled at old Shen, glanced at Lin Bingrui, and said, "For Mr. Shen's birthday, I will write 'Boundless Longevity'!"
"Thank you," Shen Zhenguo replied with a smile and a nod.
As the writing began, everyone naturally gravitated toward the table.
Pang Boyuan closed his eyes and remained silent for a while, adjusting his state of mind. The moment he opened his eyes, his demeanor seemed to transform, and a master's presence emerged.
He lifted the brush and made his strokes.
