On the afternoon of May 4th, Zhao Changan, Liu Yihui and Ai Qiuqiu talked for a while at the gate of the Water Conservancy College.

Zhao Changan's requirement for Liu Yihui's next stage of work is to open up the mass procurement market for colleges and universities, with the goal of focusing on Zheng City and several surrounding industrial cities.

However, as long as you are willing to transfer, you can go there at will in the entire central province, Hebei Province, Shandong and Shanxi Province.

The requirement for Ai Qiuqiu is that the Zheng City Branch will take overall charge of the overall situation, focusing on developing the personal computer market in Zheng City and its surrounding cities, and strictly implementing quality control and service follow-up.

After the conversation, Liu Yihui and Ai Qiuqiu went to take the bus to show their love.

Zhao Chang'an ordered a taxi to be parked and prepared to charter a car to the ancient temple of Songyang.

The Calligraphy Association is holding a spring outing in ancient temple calligraphy exchange exhibition. When he knew that Zhao Chang'an was in Zheng City, he would definitely rush over and show his face.

Zhao Changan also knew Zheng Wenzheng's difficulties. It has been more than four months since he brought him into the Calligraphy Association. He has not participated in a group activity, which is really unreasonable.

As a result, Zhao Changan had just fought with the driver for a long time. He had just negotiated the price and had not gotten on the bus. "Lingling" and Zheng Xi called him.

"My dad said you are going to Shaoshishan, where are you and when will you go? I'll pick you up."

Zhao Changan was not ashamed to let the driver go anywhere, so he had to take a taxi to the entrance of Zhengxi's community. In the driver's contemptuous eyes, he paid a lot to get off the bus.

"Here is Zhao Chang'an!"

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

Looking from a distance, the figure sitting in the car is still very visually impactful.

Zhao Changan frowned when he saw it, walked over and opened the door of the passenger car, and smelled the smell of fried chicken.

Looking at Zheng Xi's slim physique, he asked with a smile: "Why, you haven't gone to exercise?"

"I've gone, I've gone every day."

Zheng Xi raised her right arm proudly and lit up her high bulging biceps towards Zhao Changan: "How about it, I will beat three of you, but I won't breathe when I beat them!"

Zhao Changan rolled his eyes when he heard this: "It was to let you lose weight and reshape your body, not to let you practice Sanda; and, what does it smell in this car?"

"It's not a big deal?"

Zheng Xi's eyes dodged.

"Sister Xi, the key to losing weight is to persist!"

"Haha, Zhao Chang'an, I've only been losing weight for two months now. Don't worry, I will definitely lose weight by this time next year."

Zheng Xi smiled at Zhao Changan.

"Drive."

Zhao Changan had nothing to say for a moment.

But from the benefits, Zheng Xi also exercised his body: "I didn't raise the price for you, or do you think you are like Kaizi every now and then?"

"Your friend Nie Danqi is the legal counsel of their company. The coaches are very kind to me. I begged my dad to write a decorative word yesterday!"

Zheng Xi looked proud, feeling that he was very considerate when he begged her father.

"Do you know your dad's words are counted?"

Zhao Changan grinned when he heard this, and thought that Zheng Wen would curse himself when he was writing: "What is it written? It won't be a moonlit night in the spring river, or it may be difficult for Shu Road!"

"Zhao Chang'an, you're so vulgar."

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

Zheng Xi seemed to cherish the notebook very much, and carefully took it out of the inner bag inside the bag, opened it and pointed it at Zhao Changan for viewing.

‘Time will tell everything, sweat never lie.’

‘I am not afraid of thousands of people blocking me, but I am afraid of surrendering myself. The direction of the wind is more suitable for flying.’

‘Written to Zheng Xi, who will definitely become a fairy.’

Pang Zhonghua's pen calligraphy is well-trained, but it is too hard to tear off the paper and wipe the butt. It is tantamount to dreaming of Zheng Wenzheng's one hundred yuan.

"We are ordinary people. If we don't tell you, I have to sleep for a while, and when we are here, we call me."

Zhao Changan slept with his eyes closed and decided to call Nie Danqi if he had time and asked him to keep it a little bit too shameless.

People don’t say anything but suffer a loss because their daughter does not mean they are stupid and have no temper.

If you really care about it, closing his broken store will not be a difficult thing to do.

After a moment of sleep, the car arrived at its destination in the slight night.

When Zhao Changan and Zheng Xi came to the calligraphy exhibition site, they saw groups of reporters holding spears and short cannons interviewing and shooting each, each of whom was infuriated with enthusiasm and enthusiasm.

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

"Zhao Chang'an, come here, come here."

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

Greeting 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 what you mean by the young wizard?"

Zheng Xi’s husband’s boss looked at Zhao Changan with interest: “I joined the Calligraphy Association so young, and it is recommended by Lao Zheng Yili. I think the handwriting is good, so I will write a look so that everyone can see how a young man is afraid.”

When Zheng Xi’s husband’s boss spoke, Zhao Changan didn’t have to worry about anything else. Before he could adjust his mood, he thought about what to write.

Someone has laid high-quality rice paper, and Zheng Wenzheng has contributed one of his pens with a pen with a pen with a pen. The inkstone is a Duanxi inkstone provided by the ancient temple, the ink is the pine smoke ink of Huizhou, and the paperweight is the Yunxiaotang bronze ruler with a color-painted character, "The character is good, good, and the morality is firm, and the affairs are clear and the mind is peaceful."

Zheng Wenzheng and Zheng Xi’s husband’s boss, as well as the host of the ancient temple, Lao Liu, the president of the Calligraphy Association, and four people surrounded Zhao Changan to watch.

Others can only stand a little further away to see.

Water filling, grinding,—

Hold the pen.

Looking at Zhao Changan's tender face, he looked serious and focused.

The onlookers couldn't help but hold their breath, wanting to see what he wanted to write the first word.

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

Zhao Changan took a deep breath and dropped his hair.

"World"

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

Because in ancient poetry, it is almost rare to start with the word "shi".

"have"

Seeing this word, including Zheng Xi’s husband’s boss, although he still had a smile on his face, he couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed.

I think this young man is "in fact, it's hard to bear the reputation."

Although Zhao Chang'an's calligraphy is very good at small regular script, no matter how good the bricks and tiles are, they must be able to build extraordinary pavilions to be considered amazing.

Otherwise, if they are piled together, they will be just a pile of good bricks and tiles.
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