Qi Changbing was smoking depressedly and coughed when he was choking.

"You said, why is this cigarette so difficult to learn?"

Zhao Liqiu took a deep breath of cigarette and raised his eyebrows, "You buy me a soft China when you go back, and I will teach you."

"Demonstration. Do you have to charge tuition for a cigarette?"

Zhao Liqiu took a deep breath, held it in his mouth, and spit it out slowly, like a goldfish spitting bubbles, circle by circle.

"How is it? Isn't it expensive to charge your tuition?"

Qi Changbing sneered and said, "Get out, I'm upset. Didn't you say before, whoever benefits will be the mastermind, now? Do you think I've wronged Zhong Yue?"

Zhao Liqiu's smile faded and blew up the ashes. Based on his intuition to the person who had read the work he sent, he felt that this matter was not as good as he saw it on the surface, and everyone was very happy.

"biscuit……"

"Get out! Don't call me biscuits." Before Qi Chang came to Japan, he was a very gentle and slutty man. In just half a month, he smoked, drank and called me. He learned all kinds of bad habits from this bad student of Hebei.

"If you have something of a value, will you let someone else take it out and show it off for you? Even the one closest to you?"

Qi Changbing looked at Zhao Liqiu like an idiot, "Aqiu, I think you have to make up for a course in criminal investigation."

"Don't talk nonsense. I'm 90 minutes old and I'm almost graduating. Do you tell me that I have to repair it?"

"It is called love psychology."

Zhao Liqiu: "?"

"If that girl, if she is his precious thing, show it together, can she not be able to make this statement?"

"If this is the case, why didn't he come with him? Is he just so indifferent to fame and fortune? Or is he biased against the sponsor, and Zhong Yue is not like the kind of person who is so indifferent to the loneliness."

Qi Changbing was speechless when asked, "Then... then... why are you so many? Why are you 100,000 why? He won't come. Anyway, he has become famous in one battle. I'm so upset! In the future, the Lanting Cup will be the National Exhibition. I must crush him, cough cough... I'll choke me to death."

"No, or is it wrong. This matter is too strange. What's wrong with the Mo Renhe Society?"

"How could I know that this is not China. Hurry up and play in Japan for a few more days while Lao Kui is happy."

Zhao Liqiu became more and more confused. He dialed Zhong Yue's cell phone, but no one answered it, and said, "I have to go and talk to Captain Kui."

"Silly, Captain Kui is not in charge of the matter anymore, we are in charge of the hair." Zhao Liqiu stopped and turned around again, looking serious.

"Why, I figured it out? I'll say..."

Before Qi Chang finished his report, Zhao Liqiu grabbed the collar.

"What are you doing!?"

"You don't know how to play cigarette butts, don't play it blindly. Look, burn my clothes and lose money!"

Qi Chang's report: "..."

It seems that I still have to hand in a soft China.

...

...

Tan Yongzhi looked at Huang Youwei, surrounded by a group of reporters in the library, with an envious expression. She was indeed a little jealous. In order to find someone, she was willing to pay such a great price, and now she can accept the crown of glory on her behalf.

Of course, it is too much to be crowned at such a height according to ordinary people's eyes. A calligraphy competition is not worth using such words. However, in the minds of calligraphers like Tan Yongzhi, after experiencing this competition, she has truly felt a different mood, which is a feeling that domestic calligraphy competitions do not have.

"This lady, really, you really can't take away this work by Mr. Zhong."

Huang Youwei shook her head and said, "No, I will definitely take this work away. Brother Yue said that after participating in the competition, the work will be returned, and you have no right to detain his work."

"But according to the constitution of the conference, the gold medal-winning works will be honored to be collected in the Tokyo Metropolitan Calligraphy Museum. Only a very few calligraphers deserve such glory. Do you really want to refuse and not ask Mr. Zhong's opinion?"

Huang Youwei still wanted to take it away because when she was in Nagano Villa, Zhong Yue told her that she gave this work and owed her.

Although Huang Youwei felt that Zhong Yue had never owed her anything, she liked this work very much, so naturally she did not refuse. For those who pulled her back from the edge of hell, just like her own brother when she was a child, she never said thank you to her brother. It was a kind of dependence and natural love.

"No, this is mine."

The man looked helplessly at Chen Tingzhi behind him and shook his head.

"That little girl, can you tell me where Zhong Yue is? I want to see him, but his phone has not been reached."

Ouyang Ming walked over, "Zhong Yue is back. What do you think? Is there any other problem? I have told me everything about my buddy here."

"Who are you?"

"Ouyang Ming, manager of Yidian Paint Ink Industry."

Qi Changbing, who was standing beside him, raised his eyebrows, "The Ouyang family has come forward, it seems that the advertising spaces before have been explained." He said that it doesn't matter. Why are the advertising positions that Ginza, which have been taken over by large groups all year round, given up? This is definitely not something that can be done with money.

"Ouyang Ming? Where did Zhong Yue go?"

"Everyone said he has gone back. Do you still have to report to you where he goes? We have to take away the work, and there is no need to discuss this matter."

Chen Tingzhi heard this tone. After all, Ouyang Kaishan is still very important in the business circle, especially in Lujiazui, who is simply a heroic figure. He has heard of overseas Chinese and has heard of it, so he naturally cannot say anything. He said, "Okay, since Mr. Zhong said he gave up this opportunity, the work naturally belongs to the author. He just needs to wait until the votes for popular works come out."

Mitsuhiko Aoyama also said, "Yes."

The early withdrawal of the exhibition is bound to be disrespectful to the organizers of their conference. The key is that their competition has to rely on Zhong Yue's work to attract popularity. Although the vote was made by Japanese calligraphers, not the public, it is always a good thing to attract more people to join the calligraphy exchange exhibition.

Ouyang Ming frowned and said, "You Japanese voters, and they still choose popular works. Isn't this annoying work?"

Chen Tingzhi coughed lightly, "Mr. Ouyang, this is a bit past. In this way, the event will be over at 8 o'clock tonight. Please wait for a long time. The halfway out of the exhibition is also a disrespect for other calligraphers."

Although Ouyang Ming's words are indeed fine... Not to mention whether it is the works of the excellent Japanese young man Ichihiko Ota, because popular works are calculated by the entire exhibition, so their works will be participated in, so popular works are likely to be called "Aoyama Mitsuhiko or "Chitama" or "Chitama" and "Chitama" and "Chitama" and "Chitama" and "Chitama" and "Chitama" and "Chitama" and "Bitama" and "Bitama" and "Bitama" and "Bitama" and "Bitama" and "Bitama" are very popular.

"Come on." Ouyang Ming said disdainfully.

He didn't believe that Japanese calligraphers could choose a Chinese youth's work to become the king of popularity. This was simply a fantasy. Since he was destined to know that he had lost the election, wouldn't he feel uncomfortable?

However, he remembered Zhong Yue's instructions and things were going to calm down, so he stopped talking. He took Huang Youwei out of the Book Hall and called Zhong Yue again, but he was still busy.

"Youwei, there is a cafe over there. Please accompany your sister Ning Yu to sit for a while, and I'll wait."

Ning Yu, who was standing beside him, hugged her hands and frowned, "I'm leaving, what do you mean?"

"Youwei needs someone to accompany her. Didn't you see that she cried so sadly last night? Why are you like this? Do you have any love?"

Ning Yu was so angry that she wanted to slap Ouyang Ming again: "..."

However, Ouyang Ming was very clever and stayed away. "I have something to do. Please accompany Sister Youwei, don't get lost! I don't have the ability of Zhong Yue to find you two."

"roll!"

Last night in the car, before receiving the voice from Zhong Yue, Huang Youwei really thought that something big happened to Zhong Yue to get her away. However, after listening to the voice from Zhong Yue, she felt at ease. She was just confused about what Zhong Yue was doing.

She clicked on the voice again.

"Youwei, you have to be obedient. I will come back."

It was Zhong Yue's tone and voice that eliminated the doubts in her heart.

Ning Yu glanced at Huang Youwei and asked, "Is Zhong Yue your boyfriend?"

"He is my brother."

"Dear brother?"

Huang Youwei shook her head.

Ning Yu said enviously: "I really envy you for having such a brother who loves you." Let's go and have coffee."

"Sister Ning Yu, go when you have something to do, I don't need to be with you."

Momoko, who came from afar, lived alone for several months. Huang Youwei's heart was actually stronger than anyone else. However, in the past, she showed strength outside. Now, after the disguised strength was melted by Zhong Yue, her inner desire for life was still extremely strong.

"It's okay, I just happen to want a cup of coffee."

...

...

Ouyang Ming stood aside and started a phone call.

"What? Can't find someone? Have you found it?"

"I've found it. It is said that a group of people of unknown origin came to the evening. Later, a villager called the police. When the police arrived, they found nothing and went back."

Ouyang Ming frowned and said, "Look for it again!"

He couldn't help but feel a little nervous. There would be nothing big about Zhong Yue... But the tone he called him the last time before was not like the tone of being kidnapped. What's going on?

"Mr. Ouyang, can I say a few words to you?"

"Who are you?"

"Zhao Liqiu is a contestant of the Chinese Calligraphy Corps."

Ouyang Ming was upset and said, "I don't know about calligraphy, so don't ask."

"No, I would like to ask, is Zhong Yue safe?"

Ouyang Ming put down the phone and looked around, "What do you mean?"

"I think I probably know something...this is the case..."

Zhao Liqiu and Ouyang Ming were whispering and talking.
To be continued...