On the afternoon of May 4th, Zhao Changan, Liu Yihui, and Ai Qiuqiu talked for a while at the entrance of the Water Resources Institute.

Zhao Changan's request for Liu Yihui's next phase of work is to develop the bulk purchasing market for universities, with the target focused on Zheng City and several surrounding industrial cities.

But as long as you are willing to transfer, you can go anywhere in the central province, Hebei Province, Shandong, Shanxi and Shaanxi.

Ai Qiuqiu's request was that she take charge of the overall situation of the Zheng City branch, focus on developing the personal computer market in Zheng City and its surrounding cities, and at the same time strictly do quality control and service follow-up.

After the conversation, Liu Yihui and Ai Qiuqiu took the bus to show off their affection.

Zhao Changan hailed a taxi and prepared to charter a taxi to Songyang Ancient Temple.

The Calligraphy Association was holding a spring outing to the ancient temple calligraphy exchange exhibition there. Knowing that Zhao Changan was in Zheng City, Zheng Wenzheng told him to rush over and show his face.

Zhao Changan also knew Zheng Wenzheng's difficulties. It had been more than four months since he roped him into the calligraphy association. He had not participated in a single group activity, which was really unjustifiable in terms of emotion and reason.

As a result, Zhao Changan had just been arguing with the driver for a long time. They had just agreed on the price and before they even got in the car, Zheng Xi's call came.

"My dad said you are going to Shaoshi Mountain. Where are you and when are you going? I will pick you up."

Zhao Changan had no shame in asking the driver to cool off, so he had to take a taxi to the gate of Zheng Xi's community. In the driver's disdainful eyes, he paid and got out of the car in embarrassment.

"Zhao Changan is here!"

Zheng Xi opened the car door, sat in the car and waved to Zhao Changan.

Looking from a distance, the figure sitting in the car is still sturdy and sturdy, which has a great visual impact.

Zhao Changan frowned after looking at it, walked over and opened the passenger door, and smelled the smell of fried chicken.

Seeing Zheng Xi's slim physique, he asked with a smile: "Why, you didn't go to the gym?"

"I went, I went every day."

Zheng Xi proudly raised her right arm and flashed her bulging biceps towards Zhao Changan: "How about you, a bean sprout like you, I can beat three of them without even gasping!"

Zhao Changan rolled his eyes after hearing this: "I'm asking you to lose weight and reshape your body, but I'm not asking you to practice Sanda. Also, what's the smell in this car?"

"It doesn't taste good?"

Zheng Xi's eyes dodge.

"Sister Xi, the most important thing about losing weight is persistence!"

"Haha, Zhao Changan, I have only lost weight for two months now. Don't worry, I will definitely lose weight by this time next year."

Zheng Xi smiled at Zhao Changan.

"Let's drive."

Zhao Changan had nothing to say for a moment.

But looking at the benefits, Zheng Xi also exercised: "I didn't increase the price for you, or did they hold these events every now and then and treated you like a traitor to ask for money?"

"That friend of yours, Nie Danqi, is the legal counsel of their company. Coach and the others are very kind to me. Yesterday, they even begged my dad for a favor!"

Zheng Xi looked very proud, thinking that she was very proud of being asked for her father's name.

"Do you know that your dad's letters are numbered?"

Zhao Changan grinned after hearing this, thinking that Zheng Wen would also scold his mother when he was writing: "What is he writing? It can't be about the moonlit night on the Spring River, or the difficulty of the road to Shu!"

"Zhao Changan, you are so vulgar."

Zheng Xi obviously disapproved: "The coach also gave me a notebook in return with his inscription on it."

Zheng Xi seemed to cherish the notebook. She carefully took it out from the inner bag, opened it and pointed it at Zhao Changan.

'Time will tell everything, sweat never lies.'

'You are not afraid of thousands of people blocking you, you are just afraid of surrendering. The direction against the wind is more suitable for flying.'

'Written to Zheng Xi who will definitely lose weight and become a fairy.'

Pang Zhonghua's pen calligraphy is quite good, but this piece of paper is too hard to tear off and wipe someone else's butt. Trying to achieve a hundred yuan per word like Zheng Wenzheng is nothing more than a dream.

"We are just ordinary people. I won't tell you anymore. I have to sleep for a while. Call me when you get there."

Zhao Changan slept with his eyes closed, and decided to call Nie Danqi if he had time, asking him to calm down and not be so shameless.

Just because someone is a girl, it doesn't mean they are stupid or have no temper.

If he really cared about it, closing down his shabby shop wouldn't be a difficult thing to do.

After waking up, the car arrived at its destination in the dim light of night.

When Zhao Changan and Zheng Xi arrived at the calligraphy exhibition, they saw groups of reporters holding long guns and short cannons to interview and film, each one of them enthusiastic and impassioned like chicken blood.

Especially where Zheng Wenzheng was standing, a large group of reporters gathered around. Among the people watching the calligraphy, Zhao Changan unexpectedly saw Zheng Xi's husband and his boss.

"Zhao Changan, come here, come here."

Seeing Zhao Changan and his daughter appear in the exhibition hall, Zheng Wenzheng, who had been paying attention, immediately shouted loudly.

Call Zhao Changan over.

Hearing Zheng Wenzheng's voice, everyone in the exhibition hall looked over.

Including Zheng Xi’s husband’s boss.

Zhao Changan calmed down and walked over with a smile.

"Old Zheng, is this the young prodigy you mentioned?"

Zheng Xi's husband's boss looked at Zhao Changan with interest: "I joined the calligraphy association at such a young age, and it was Lao Zheng who recommended me. I think the calligraphy is good, and I want to write one to show everyone how awesome my future life is."

With Zheng Xi's husband's boss speaking, Zhao Changan didn't have to worry about anything else. He hadn't even waited for him to adjust his mood and figure out what to write.

Someone had already laid out high-quality rice paper, and Zheng Wenzheng contributed his paper-wrapped chicken-slip pen. The inkstone was a Venus-dot Duanxi inkstone provided by the ancient temple, the ink was Huizhou pine smoke ink, and the paperweight was a tracing paper.

The copper ruler of Yunxiaotang is inscribed with the words "Moral character is auspicious and clear, virtuous conduct is firm, affairs are clear and the heart is peaceful".

Four people, Zheng Wenzheng and Zheng Xi's husband's boss, as well as the host of the ancient temple and the president of the calligraphy association, Liu, gathered around Zhao Changan to watch.

Others can only stand a little further away and watch.

Water injection, grinding,——

Pick up the pen.

Looking at Zhao Changan's young face, there was a serious and focused expression.

Everyone onlookers could not help but hold their breath, wanting to see what he wanted to write in the first word.

Can you guess what he is going to write from the first word?

Zhao Changan took a deep breath and dropped everything.

"World"

When he wrote the first word, everyone thought he was going to write a modern passage or a modern poem.

Because in ancient poetry, it is almost rare to see words starting with the word "世".

"have"

Seeing this word, including Zheng Xi's husband's boss, although they still had smiles on their faces, they couldn't help but feel a little disappointed in their hearts.

I feel that this young man is ‘too famous to live up to’.

Although Zhao Changan's calligraphy is very good in regular script, no matter how good the bricks and tiles are, they must be able to build an extraordinary pavilion to be considered a miracle.
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