When Xia Baosheng drove Tang Huaizheng back to Zhengchong County, Tang Zhun, who was in the amulet in the central village of Dongguan Town, Wenhai District, was alarmed by a knock on the door.

After he felt surprised, he opened the door and the handsome uncle he saw was slightly stunned.

"It's Xiaozhuan, I'm Xia Baoyang. Have your dad told you about me?" The handsome uncle was Xia Baoyang. In addition to him, there was also a young man and woman coming here. The man had an ordinary appearance and a simple temperament, while the woman was enchanting and sexy.

The man and woman stood behind Xia Baoyang, carrying some gifts in their hands.

Tang Zhun glanced around and realized, "It was mentioned."

After Zhou Jiakai and his son visited the door, his father thought about the meal that year, and finally mentioned that thanks to the help of the Xia family, he avoided the subsequent big trouble.

However, my father didn't explain so much to the Xia family, and just mentioned the name and skipped it.

"Your dad went to my house yesterday, why didn't you take you with me? Uncle Zheng is just prone to thinking too much. Does he think it would make us misunderstand it? But after seeing you for so many years, you guys have really grown up." Xia Baoyang laughed loudly, smiling gently and eagerly, "Why, don't you invite me in?"

Tang Zhun laughed and invited several people into the house. While he was busy asking someone to sit down, Xia Baoyang walked directly to the dedicated calligraphy practice desk next to the computer desk, looked at it for a few seconds before laughing, "It's really what you wrote, it's exactly the same font as Li Bai's "All-to-Wine Wine."

"So too. Why don't you contact me when you have been developing in Nanquan? I heard that your work was not going well before the New Year. I contacted you early at that time. It was a trivial matter to enter our supermarket. It would be easy to arrange a free and good job for you."

The polite and grievance of words were also a little complaining, and the familiar attitude made Tang Zhun speechless.

However, the Xia family helped him when his father was young and was critically aware of it. He was not like the Zhou family who stabbed him. Tang Zhun would not care, so he became polite as he said.

After ten minutes of politeness, Xia Baoyang drank tea and smiled, "By the way, Xiao Zhun, how many copies of your word have you saved? What are some satisfactory works you have? Let me take them out for your Brother Yang to see."

Tang Zhun shook his head awkwardly, "I don't save it, most of them are not satisfied with writing it out, so I throw it away."

"Then can I ask for a piece of calligraphy?" Xia Baoyang didn't care.

"Yes, what should I write?" Tang Zhun agreed happily.

Those who have friendships are still good friends. It’s nothing to ask for words. He only realized that the words his father wanted yesterday were given to the Xia family.

"In just one sentence, the eternal love is here, and no one can let go of fame and fortune from thousands of miles away. It comes from the great poet Xin Qiji's destruction of Liu Lang's jade fight."

Tang Zhun nodded, then walked to the desk and took out the paper, and wrote these two sentences neatly.

"Good words, good words."

Xia Baoyang didn't know the words, but he was not stingy on the surface. After he put them in, he smiled and said, "I'll show this word to Mr. Liu, and it's probably easier."

Tang Zhun was slightly surprised, "What's the matter?"

"If you want to participate in the calligraphy and painting exhibition, we are a family friend no matter how you become a calligrapher. Since you become a calligrapher, you will definitely be able to help you. Mr. Liu is a senior in the calligraphy and painting industry in our province. He is not a big dipper. He also has a great reputation. All the disciples taught can hold personal calligraphy and painting exhibitions."

"But you have just entered the industry, and the personal exhibition is still too fast. In a while, a closed disciple of Mr. Liu and a few friends will hold a calligraphy and painting exhibition. You practice hard at home and write more. Mr. Liu likes famous artists the most. If you can enter, you can avoid detours for a few years."

He told the matter very casually, and Xia Baoyang also stared at Tang Zhun with a bright look, but beyond his expectations, Tang Zhun was only slightly surprised by these words, and nothing else...

Shouldn't he be ecstatic and moved?

Before coming, Xia Baoyang was worried, worried that Tang Zhun suddenly knew that his family was in contact with everyone like the Xia family, and it would be beneficial to get involved from now on.

Xia Baoyang has seen too many such poor relatives.

He was also very annoying to such people. If his father hadn't been nostalgic and gave orders, how could he come to see Tang Zhun in person? Isn't that a joke? He was the boss of a supermarket group that was in charge of hundreds of millions of yuan and came to his house in person? Do you think a guy who worked for his own work twenty years ago was worth doing this?

But his father was nostalgic and had nothing to do with him.

But what the hell is Tang Zhun’s reaction? It’s too calm.

Tang Zhun was not only excited but also moved, but also felt a little embarrassed, "Assessing the calligraphy exhibition? Brother Yang, thank you for your kindness, but I know my level. When I first started, I don't like most of the calligraphy. Don't mention it to famous artists or exhibitions, let's forget it."

"I remember you kindly come to help me, but I really don't have the courage to use my own works to embarrass you, and I'm afraid of causing trouble for you."

…………

After saying something awkwardly, Xia Baoyang was stunned again, staring at Tang Zhuang seriously for a few more times, and then smiled, "Ha, no, it's good that you can have this understanding. At the age of thirty, in the calligraphy and art world, he is indeed a fresh start."

"But you don't have to be humble. Our Xia family is very familiar with Mr. Liu. He also likes antiques and is a friend of my father. Even if the handwriting is not good, it can be used according to my father's face."

It turned out that Tang Zhun was not confident and was afraid of losing face when he took it out. This made Xia Baoyang suddenly have some favor. After all, people who know how to advance and retreat and are not so greedy are always likable.

This is much better than the Xia family who rushed forward to take advantage of it as soon as they knew it.

"It's really okay. Don't worry about those. Just write them. Du Fu and Xin Qiji, the famous masters, I'll take them on me after they have finished writing." Xia Baoyang smiled and patted Tang Zhun's shoulder. "We are a family friend. Even if your handwriting is not that good, participating in a calligraphy and painting exhibition to promote nominations is a trivial matter."

“…”

Tang Zhun was so amused that he could only be gentle and gently thanked and refused.

With one push and two pushes, Xia Baoyang's face changed slightly after more times, and he instantly turned into a bright smile, "Okay, I can't do anything if you insist on doing this. You really have the same bad temper as Uncle Zheng."

When Xia Baoyang said this, he was a little annoyed. It was a good thing to meet a son of a family who didn't rush up and hug him and took advantage of him. He didn't have that much trouble, but he was reluctant to ask him many times, and he became ignorant and ignorant.

However, Xia Baoyang still smiled gently, making people feel like spring breeze. He was just talking and saying goodbye for a while, and was sent out of the community by Tang Zhun to the car. When the young driver drove away, he grabbed the 14-word "The eternal love is here, don't let go of the fame of thousands of miles" in his hand, and suddenly kneaded it into a ball and threw it out of the car window.

“What’s the matter.”

"But I have completed the task assigned by my father. He is not happy with it, so forget it. A piece of hand sold for two or three thousand yuan, or once or twice by chance. This is even served, which is ridiculous."

…………

After losing the words, he muttered twice. When Xia Baoyang returned to his calmness, the beautiful secretary sitting beside him smiled and leaned over, "Mr. Xia, why bother with such an otaku? He doesn't know how to seize the opportunity. What he lost is his own future. Maybe he should go and ask you for help in the future."

"Ha, that's not that easy when he writes satisfactory words and wants to get public recognition." Xia Baoyang was very happy.

He just ran away in vain and vented casually. He really wouldn't do anything to Tang Zhun for this, there was no need to do that.
Chapter completed!