"Director Zhang, I think you look down on me so much. Mr. Ouyang is just asking me for a private matter, not entrusting it with important tasks. As for this cooperation, I really can't help it."

Wang Dashan frowned, "Why are your child so stupid? If you do something for him, can he not thank you? Then, once you propose cooperation, won't it be fine? A group like Ouyang International, a subsidiary can easily send a subsidiary to our Huizhou city's economy."

"Why?"

Wang Dashan was stunned, "Ayue, have you forgotten who you are 1,200 yuan and you have collected money for the university you went to?"

Zhong Yue took out a stack of money from the file bag, "This is 10,000, Uncle Wang, and he will return it to the village with his capital and profit."

"You! Can I ask for your money? Why did this child squeeze your Uncle Wang like this?"

When Zhang Shaolin saw the atmosphere, he quickly pressed down Zhong Yue's hand, "It's all the villagers in the country. Township Mayor Wang, so are you. This matter is not easy to be said on the surface. The city has sent many official letters to Ouyang International. This time I sent me here, and I don't want to put pressure on Comrade Xiao Zhong. In this way, these subsidies have nothing to do with what I said later. Zhong Yue, you have collected them. The cultural center is busy, so I will leave first."

Wang Dashan stood up, shook his leather jacket, and smiled and said, "Hey, Director Zhang, I'll give you a gift."

"Okay, stay here. Xianguang, let's go. By the way, Zhong Yue, if you have time, come to the Calligraphy Association to sit down. Mr. Wei has always wanted to accept you as a closed disciple."

Zhong Yue watched Zhang Shaolin and his disciples arrive in the car.

Wang Dashan lay on the car window and followed the car started step by step, "Director Zhang, the inscription from our village cultural center..."

"Don't worry, I remember. I'll send someone to deliver it later."

Wang Dashan rubbed his hands and finally stayed, "Okay, okay, then you can walk slowly!"

The car drove through the corner and disappeared from Wang Dashan's vision. Zhong Yue walked into the courtyard and was about to close the door when Wang Dashan was holding it down.

"I said, "Are you getting into college, and you are becoming less and less polite? What happened just now?"

"Uncle Wang, how many times do you want to pay for the tuition? It's not that I won't pay it back, but when you were raising the money, you thought about the scene and asked the reporter to take photos and report it. But I didn't get a single list, otherwise I would have paid back the money long ago."

Wang Dashan was stunned, "You boy's conscience is for the dog to eat. I worked hard to raise money for whom? It's not for you, the mountain donkey egg! Now I'm blaming me?"

"Okay, okay, everything you say is right." Zhong Yue was too lazy to argue with Wang Dashan.

Wang Dashan patted Zhong Yue on the shoulder, "Ayue, Ouyang Kaishan, what are you doing? Ouyang Kaishan will not come to you specifically for this ordinary little thing. Is it related to that Wei stele? If it is really for that Wei stele, if Ouyang International can reach a cooperation intention with the city, I believe this Wei stele will become a witness to friendship."

Zhong Yue smiled slightly, no wonder Zhang Shaolin was so anxious to come over, giving money and signing a donation contract. He felt that Ouyang Kaishan came here because of this Wei stele, and as a bargaining chip for trading, he naturally had to be completely included in the city.

Zhong Yue had to admire the brains of these leaders. Unfortunately, this time, their wishful thinking was wrong.

"Uncle Wang, what did you say at the beginning? The Weibei was donated to the collection of the Cultural Center. Now what you meant is to use it as a bargaining chip for Ouyang Kaishan? Is your words clear or not?"

Wang Dashan stammered and said, "I... I'm just talking about this casually. I'm just talking about the spiritual documents in the city. OK, I'm leaving."

Zhong Yue shook his head and sneered. These people who have their butts determine their heads really can't believe them.

He closed the door and logged in to the system again.

In the login interface of the brushwork system, there is an additional option, and Zhong Yue is familiar with the road and goes in.

The style of painting suddenly changed.

Through time and space, we have arrived at the Jiangnan Water Town and Wuzhong Ancient Town.

Those who have seen Tang Bohu's Autumn Fragrance basically know the character Wen Zhengming. However, most of the Tang Bohu's Autumn Fragrance are fabricated, just like Bao Qingtian killing Chen Shimei, with more literary elements, but Tang Yin, Wen Zhengming, Zhu Yunming, and Xu Zhenqing are the real four talents of Wuzhong.

Zhong Yue knew that these virtual background characters could not see him, so he walked into Wenfu in a swagger. Hui-style buildings were mostly high-walled and deep courtyards, and there were almost no tiles outside. They leaned against the patio to ventilate. The rainfall from the surrounding tiles returned to the patio, commonly known as "Si Waters Return to the Hall".

The biggest feature of Su's architecture is the garden-style layout, pavilions and towers, and staggered. This is the case with the buildings in Wenfu, which are small in size but exquisite and beautiful. Zhong Yue quickly found the only luminous NPC in Wenfu - Wen Zhengming, a master of calligraphy known as Wenheng Mountain.

"Hello, Mr. Hengshan, I gave birth to Zhong Yue in the evening, and came to study Xiaokai."

Zhong Yue looked up at the skinny old man, his face drooping with his eyebrows and eyes was far less friendly than Jin Nong before.

Wen Zhengming raised his long gown and sat in the hall, "How many years have you been studying?"

"Ah? Nine years of compulsory education, three years of high school, and half a year of college."

"What mess? I asked you what books have you read? What books have you read in the classics, history, and collections of books? Let's listen."

Zhong Yue thought about it and didn't really involve much about the so-called Chinese studies. It's not a big blame for him. He grew up under the red flag since childhood. Except for some Tang poetry and Song lyrics, some classical Chinese articles, and the education of traditional Chinese studies seems to have been erased from the textbooks. If you ask Zhong Yue to recite a hundred surnames, maybe it is not as smooth as those ancient children.

"I haven't read it much."

Wen Zhengming frowned, "Go away, don't know anything, don't have any ink, and is not worthy of learning calligraphy."

"..." Zhong Yue was a little depressed. Wen Hengshan didn't play by the routine. Isn't he the only player in this system? Don't all NPCs serve him? For the first time, I heard that there are NPCs who reject players? The game experience is extremely poor, so I have to complain!

"This, Mr. Hengshan, you and I are in different eras and the education we receive is different, but this does not affect my learning of calligraphy. Please let me observe and learn."

"No." Wen Zhengming directly rejected Zhong Yue's request, "I have a hidden literary and artistic mind, and I am naturally elegant in poetry and calligraphy. I have no knowledge. No matter how high the attainments in calligraphy are, it is difficult to achieve success or breakthroughs. Go back and read more. When I think you can learn calligraphy, I will teach you Wumen Xiaoyi."

Zhong Yue was sweating, this was a mess, don’t make a fuss, “That Mr. Hengshan, in our era, was considered a top student, so it was not ignorant, otherwise you would be compatible?”

Wen Zhengming stood up, picked up a piece of paper and placed it in front of Zhong Yue.

Cyclops, feasts, cabbages, tycoons, pineapples, pineapples, pineapples, pineapples, pineapples, pineapples, pineapples, pineapples, illiterate.

"Look at this, how many words do you know?"

Zhong Yue exited the system with an expressionless face...

NPCs are playing jokes these days...
Chapter completed!