20 years of restarting life

Chapter 473 Under the Fame, It's Really Hard
On the afternoon of May [-]th, Zhao Changan, Liu Yihui, and Ai Qiuqiu talked for a while at the entrance of the School of Water Conservancy.

Zhao Changan's request for Liu Yihui's next stage of work is to develop the bulk procurement market for colleges and universities, with the goal concentrated in Zheng City and several surrounding industrial cities.

But as long as you are willing to transfer, the entire central province, Hebei province, eastern Shandong, Shanxi and Shanxi can go freely.

The requirement for Ai Qiuqiu is that the Zheng City Branch will take charge of the overall situation, focus on developing the personal computer market in Zheng City and its surrounding cities, and at the same time strictly do a good job in quality control and service follow-up.

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

Zhao Chang'an hails a taxi and prepares to charter a car to Songyang Ancient Temple.

The Calligraphy Association is holding a Spring Outing Calligraphy Exchange Exhibition in ancient temples there. Zheng Wenzheng, who knows that Zhao Changan is in Zheng City, must rush over to show his face.

Zhao Changan also knew Zheng Wenzheng's difficulties. It had been more than four months since he was drawn into the Book Association, and he had never participated in a group activity, so it was really hard to justify it.

As a result, Zhao Changan had just had a verbal battle with the driver for a long time, and had just negotiated the price, before getting in the car, "Ring ring ring", Zheng Xi called.

"My dad said you're going to Mount Shaoshi. Where are you and when are you going? I'll pick you up."

Zhao Changan didn't have the face to tell the driver where to cool off, so he had to take a taxi to the gate of Zheng Xi's community, and under the driver's contemptuous eyes, he paid the money and got off the car.

"Zhao Changan is here!"

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

Looking at it from a distance, the figure sitting in the car is still thick-backed, which has a great visual impact.

Zhao Changan frowned when he saw it, walked over and opened the co-pilot's door, and smelled a fried chicken.

Looking at Zheng Xi's slender physique, she asked with a smile, "Why, you haven't gone to the gym yet?"

"Go, every day."

Zheng Xi proudly raised her right arm, and pointed at Zhao Changan her high biceps: "How about it, I can beat three bean sprouts like you without panting!"

Zhao Changan rolled his eyes straight after hearing this: "I want you to lose weight and reshape your body, not to practice Sanda; also, what's the smell in this car?"

"It's not smelly, is it?"

Zheng Xi dodged his eyes.

"Sister Xi, losing weight is all about persistence!"

"Hehe, Zhao Changan, I have only lost weight for two months now, don't worry, I will definitely lose weight by this time next year."

Zheng Xi smiled at Zhao Changan.

"Let's drive."

Zhao Changan had nothing to say for a moment.

But thinking about the benefits, Zheng Xi has also exercised his body: "I didn't give you a price increase, or every now and then, this event treats you as a winner and asks for money?"

"Your friend Nie Danqi is their company's legal advisor. The coaches are very kind to me. They even begged my dad for a letter yesterday!"

Zheng Xi had a smug look on her face, and felt that she was very honorable when people asked her father's words.

"Do you know that your father's characters are counted?"

Zhao Chang'an grinned when he heard this, and guessed that Zheng Wen would also scold his mother when he was writing: "What is written, it can't be the moonlit night on the spring river, or the road to Shu is difficult!"

"Zhao Changan, you are so vulgar."

Zheng Xi obviously didn't take it seriously: "The coach also gave me a notebook with his inscription on it."

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

'Time will tell, sweat never lies. '

'I'm not afraid of being blocked by thousands of people, but I'm afraid of surrendering myself.The direction against the wind is more suitable for flying. '

'Written to Zheng Xi who will definitely become a fairy. '

Pang Zhonghua's pen calligraphy is well practiced, but this piece of paper is too hard to tear off for others to wipe their asses. It is tantamount to dreaming to achieve a hundred yuan per word like Zheng Wenzheng.

"We are ordinary people, I won't tell you anymore, I have to sleep for a while, call me when I arrive."

Zhao Changan slept with his eyes closed, and decided to call Nie Danqi if he had time, and tell him to put it away, and don't be so shameless.

If someone doesn't say anything, he suffers from being dumb because of his daughter, but it doesn't mean that he is stupid and has no temper.

If he really cares about it, it is not a difficult thing to close his broken shop.

After waking up, in the slight darkness, the car arrived at the destination.

When Zhao Changan and Zheng Xi came to the calligraphy exhibition site, they saw a group of reporters holding long guns and short cannons to interview and shoot, each of them was as enthusiastic and impassioned as a chicken blood.

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

"Zhao Changan, come here, come here."

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

Call Zhao Changan over.

Hearing Zheng Wenzheng's voice, everyone in the exhibition hall looked over.

Including Zheng Xi's husband's boss.

Zhao Changan collected his mood, smiled and walked over.

"Old Zheng, is this the young prodigy you mentioned?"

Zheng Xi's husband's boss looked at Zhao Changan with interest: "I joined the Calligraphy Association at such a young age, and it was strongly recommended by Old Zheng. I think the calligraphy is not bad, and I can write it so that everyone can see it."

With Zheng Xi's husband's boss speaking, Zhao Chang'an didn't need to worry about anything else, before he adjusted his mood and thought about what to write.

Some people have already laid out high-quality rice paper, and Zheng Wenzheng contributed his paper-wrapped chicken distance pen. The colorful chiseled word "virtuous character, auspiciousness, virtuous conduct, firmness, understanding of affairs and peace of mind" is the copper town ruler of Yunxiaotang.

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

Others can only watch from a little further away.

watering, grinding,—

pen.

Looking at Zhao Changan's immature face, there was a serious and focused expression.

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

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

Zhao Changan took a deep breath, and fell down.

"World"

When he wrote the first character, everyone thought he was going to write a modern Chinese or a modern poem.

Because in ancient poems, it is rare to see words beginning with the word "世".

"Have"

Seeing this word, including Zheng Xi's husband's boss, although he still had a smile on his face, he couldn't help feeling a little disappointed in his heart.

I feel that this young man is 'unworthy of his fame'.

Although Zhao Chang'an's handwriting is very good in lower case, no matter how good the bricks and tiles are, it can only be considered amazing if they can build amazing pavilions.

Otherwise, piled together, it is just a pile of good bricks and tiles.

(End of this chapter)