After having a simple meal at the leisure center of the Youth Palace, Zhong Yue still practiced alone in the calligraphy classroom. He didn't get up until three o'clock in the afternoon and swiped the card to get out of the Youth Palace. Writing can really nourish the energy. In the morning, he was so angry that he practiced calligraphy slowly so slowly that Zhong Yue didn't have so many negative emotions.

Anyway, he thought things very simple. He either paid the monument or left it alone, and he would do whatever he wanted. Even if he handed over 130,000 yuan, he would barely have about 30,000 yuan. Then he would be fine if he sold the huanghuali wood and raised 70,000 to 80,000 yuan.

For Liu Qinghua, Ye An was responsible for the decoration materials. He paid 40,000 yuan in advance. He may have returned some more than a month's wages. Let's talk about it at that time. It really doesn't work. Zhong Yue can only move the ancient painting with three question marks in the system. However, in a short time, he still did not plan to take it out. He was afraid that like the Wei stele he passed down from his ancestors, he would not be able to keep it.

As soon as he got on the bus, Gu Qin sent a text message.

"Baby is so good? I'm afraid this guy is crazy again..." Zhong Yue stuffed his phone into his pocket in a daze, preparing to go back to school.

A few minutes later, another phone call came over.

"Hello."

"A Yue."

Zhong Yue couldn't hear who it was and asked, "You are..."

"I, your uncle Shan! You kid, you can't even hear my voice?"

Zhong Yue looked at the Jiaoyang outside the car window, "Uncle Shan, are you doing something?"

"A few days ago, you asked Uncle Laifu to collect peaches and ask Zhou Daguang to send some to your school. It just so happened that I came to the city to do something, so I brought it to you by the way, so I don't have to bother Zhou Daguang anymore."

Zhong Yue was stunned and smiled bitterly, "How can I bother you, Uncle Shan?"

"What you said, when you came to study, wasn't Uncle Shan brought you to school for the first time?"

Zhong Yue smiled silently. That time, haha, Wang Dashan was almost eating, drinking and praying to the principal, "Okay, you put it downstairs of the dormitory, I'll take it up by myself when I go back to school."

"How can you, kid? Isn't it taken away if I put it downstairs? How long will it take for you to come back? I'll wait for you."

"I really don't need it. Uncle Shan, are you idle? There's nothing to do in the countryside?"

"Look at what you said, hurry up, don't be silly, I'm dead, the phone bill is expensive, come back soon."

Zhong Yue glanced at the phone that had hung up and sighed. He was really convinced.

When the car arrived at the school, Zhong Yue returned to the living park and saw Wang Dashan standing next to the cardboard box.

"Uncle Shan."

"What's going on? Where are you running again if you're not in school?"

Zhong Yue didn't want the roommate upstairs to see it, so he said, "There are classmates upstairs, so I won't invite you to sit up there."

Wang Dashan smiled and said, "It doesn't matter. I'll ask you, what's going on in Ouyang Kaishan? I heard from Liu Qinghua that I hired a large decoration company to do it. To be honest, are you a gang with Ouyang Kaishan?"

It’s Ouyang Kaishan again!

Zhong Yue raised his head and asked, "Uncle Shan, who belongs to this peach?"

"Your family, Uncle Laifu has picked some good ones, and sold the rest, so the money is left to him."

"Oh, then I'll bring it up, thank you, Uncle Shan."

"Oh...wait! Are you sloppy with me? Are you asking me about it!"

Zhong Yue put down the heavy peaches, "Uncle Shan, I'll tell you something."

"you say."

"Today Zhang Shaolin came to me and said that the monument in my house is a modern imitation and will be returned."

“Return?”

"Yes." Zhong Yue wiped the sweat from his forehead, "He said, it would be fine if he didn't pay back the money, so I tried my best to promote the completion of Ouyang International's industry."

Wang Dashan breathed a sigh of relief, "So have you agreed to such a good thing?"

"You know that Mr. Ouyang is very disgusted with such a binding clause. If I ask Mr. Ouyang for a 100,000 yuan condition compared to Ouyang International's business strategy, which one do you think he would agree to? I think you already have the answer in your heart, right? Then I won't disturb you, Uncle Shan, and you are busy with your work."

Zhong Yue carried the box of peaches from his house upstairs, smiling secretly in his heart. He had to be Wang Dashan, who borrowed flowers to offer Buddha, and gave Zhong Yue's peaches to Zhong Yue to give him favors. He also asked Ouyang Kaishan indirectly. The little favors without capital are really a society.

Wang Dashan looked at Zhong Yue's back as he went upstairs and didn't know what to say.

Ten thousand yuan, and Ouyang International’s decision was indeed him, and he was willing to give Zhong Yue a hundred thousand yuan.

Just when I heard this from Zhong Yue, why did it feel so uncomfortable?

Zhong Yue gave a box of peaches and dozens of them to each dormitory. It was not a valuable thing, but it was fresh. Such fruits are quite popular and accepted by everyone. After all, no one missed these few dollars.

Zhong Yue lay on the bed, browsing the post bar.

However, when he saw the chicken chop post, he couldn't help frowning. How boring are college students nowadays? So many days have passed, and there are still people pushing them up. It's so boring.

Zhong Yue no longer planned to click in and read it. He was just the post bar number of the Sengshangou Bookmaker, and the comments and banners. If you think about it, you will know what kind of keyboard warrior will be brainlessly brushing the building.

However, because of other controversies caused by this post, Zhong Yue was still very interested. That is several posts on calligraphy stele studies in the Academy of Fine Arts Post Bar.

Compared to those boring gossip news, such discussion posts related to academic exchanges are worth checking in. Unfortunately, he was disappointed. Some comments below: What is stele? Is it a word on a tombstone? Is there any difference from the words on paper?

The art academies are not all based on the calligraphy department. On the contrary, the calligraphy department is only a very small major, and most of them still follow the routes of oil painting, visual design, etc. There are very few people who know the inheritance of these calligraphy.

In the end, what is the way out for calligraphy?

Can it really be just an elegant art for a few people to practice writing?

Or should we be eliminated by trends and times?

Thinking of this, Zhong Yue couldn't help feeling a little uncomfortable. He turned off his cell phone and closed his eyes on the bed to rest. How high can he bring this ancient art alone? Or should he live in seclusion in the mountains and forests as soon as possible, and be intoxicated between the mountains and rivers and fields?

"Ayue, I've gone to have a meal."

"oh."

Zhong Yue got up from the bed and stretched his body. It was still very hot at four or five o'clock in the summer, but it was not as vicious as before.

"Where is Brother Kai?"

"I'm going to participate in the bodybuilding competition." Gong Chuan took a sip of water and still operated the game on his phone with one hand.

Zhong Yue smiled slightly, this is college life. Qin Ming is passionate about clubs, Gong Chuan is passionate about games, Li Kai, likes fitness, Li Ge likes... He is passionate about life in bed? As for Zhang Da, he also has hobbies, like girls, gossip all day long.

Bang!

The door was pushed open.

Say Cao Cao arrived.
Chapter completed!