I save the world by spreading Chinese civilization

What are you good at?

Nanyin successfully stopped Gu Shuheng with this question.

He thought seriously for a moment and found that he knew a lot of things, so he counted them on his fingers.

"Before I changed careers, I worked at the Huameng Security Center as the boss of a department."

"Due to his outstanding performance, he was transferred to the Military Department as the Chief of Joint Logistics Support."

"When I was 45 years old, I was tired of being the general manager, so I took over the recruitment of Huameng Business Center and became the chief commercial officer..."

He kept banging and banging. Nanyin calculated his resume and found that it was very brilliant.

This person can be said to be a model of joining politics and the military. After joining the army, he entered business, and finally entered the academic circle.

Although he is currently doing the job of chief director, in fact, the job of chief director is just a part-time job.

His true identity is that he overcame all objections and took the lead in coordinating the task of searching for lost human civilization.

It can be said that without his persistence, this exploration project would not have happened.

However, no matter how brilliant his resume is, it cannot prevent him from lacking talents and skills.

So, regarding his desire to work part-time to make extra money, Nanyin asked him after a long silence, "What are you interested in?"

"I want to learn how to blacksmith."

He is serious, Leisen and others are black people with question mark faces, and Nanyin is not much better.

I don't know when I touched Ye Zhiyan who was behind her, and said with a black line on his face, "I think you are too busy."

"It's also possible that he's sick."

"Why are you sick?"

Gu Shuheng didn't like to hear this, so he decided to have a good talk with Ye Zhiyan, "I like to watch Iron Flower, do you have any questions?"

"No problem, but if you want to make extra money, there is a problem."

Nanyin said bluntly, "The traditional skill of iron flower making is only suitable for large-scale celebrations or events."

"Besides, blacksmithing is hard work and you can't earn much extra money."

"The most important thing is, no one will invite you."

You would be crazy to ask Gu Shuheng to perform.

What's the difference between really inviting him back and inviting an ancestor back?

"You change it."

Gu Shuheng thought about it seriously, "How about learning to make jianzhan?"

Good guy, from making iron flowers to building lamps, this person's span is not ordinary.

His thinking mode can be described as unconstrained and unconstrained.

Thinking of the relevant information about Jianzhan, she pursed her lips and said, "Learning this is no less difficult than blacksmithing."

"I'm so smart and I'm sure I can learn it as soon as I can."

Gu Shuheng didn't take it seriously. He was still confident in his IQ, but he neglected his manual ability. He even said brazenly, "You just tell me if I'm suitable?"

Hinkson couldn't stand it any longer and complained sharply, "You can pull it off. You can't even do the drawing of pottery. It's even more difficult to build a pottery. Don't embarrass yourself."

"Have you ever had an abortion?"

They all said the same thing and were shocked.

Nanyin and the others were puzzled as to how free Lao Gu was before he thought of having a baby.

"Pull it over."

Gu Shuheng, who was self-aware of his embryo drawing skills, smiled sheepishly, "I didn't succeed."

"But I really think it's easier to build a cup than to pull it."

They all feel this way. Only when you really get started will you find out. Once your eyes can see, your brain can remember, and you can learn it.

Then, once done, it’s useless.

How confident you are when you are learning, how decadent you are when you are doing it.

Nanyin didn't know what to say, so she could only persuade, "Director, can we work steadily?"

The implication is: Don't think about things all day long. If you hold on to your iron rice bowl, you don't have to worry about having nothing to eat.

She didn't know whether Gu Shuheng understood it, but in his estimation, he should have understood it.

It's just that the direction of understanding may be a bit biased.

Because he threw the problem on himself.

"Since you said I'm not suitable to be a Jianzhan, what do you think I'm suitable for?" Nanyin wanted to call for help, but she looked at Ye Zhiyan, who spread his hands and gave her a helpless look.

She looked at Leisen and signaled him to persuade him with her eyes.

Leisen looked at her with all his eyes, and even discussed with Hinkson what to eat tonight.

The main thing is that it has nothing to do with oneself.

This made Nan Yin so irritable that she could only say aggrievedly, "I don't think you are suitable for anything."

Gu Shuheng, "???"

"What the hell?"

Suspecting that he was hallucinating, Gu Shuheng plucked his ears and asked in disbelief, "What did you just say?"

"I'm not suitable for anything? Why am I not suitable for anything? I think I was also a famous talent back then. I could go into battle to kill insects, and I could write..."

"and many more."

Nanyin, who didn't want to listen to his long talk about self-praising, grasped the point and decisively interrupted him, "Can you write?"

Gu Shuheng, who was interrupted unexpectedly, was stunned for a moment, and then he said, "Yes, I can write."

"Can't you write?"

It’s a good question to ask instead of answering. As a good young man in the technological age, who can’t write anymore?

That's right, do this.

Send the people away quickly.

Thinking of this, she smiled and said, "I can definitely write, but I just don't know how your handwriting is, director?"

"I can write a few for you to see."

"Write!"

Very good, we have finally reached the step of sending people away.

She decided that even if the director's handwriting was similar to that of a chicken claw, she would still have to show off.

The main character is telling lies with open eyes.

Soon, Gu Shuheng came back with pen and paper.

The smooth white paper, the black pen, and the posture look like a professional calligrapher.

If nothing else, the momentum is really strong.

As soon as the word was written, Nanyin fell silent, while Ye Zhiyan and the others looked appreciative.

"Lao Gu, if nothing else, his handwriting is really good."

Lei Sen nodded, "I don't like anything about him, but his handwriting is really good."

Nanyin, "???"

Is this serious?

Is it because the world is too crazy, or is her aesthetic appreciation of words unique?

"This handwriting is ready for publication."

Hinkson also said something.

The confusion on Nanyin's face became deeper, and she whispered, "Old Ye, if I remember correctly, I copied the calligraphy in the second world."

"Ah."

Ye Zhiyan, who didn't know what he meant, was suddenly summoned and subconsciously answered. After answering, he reacted incorrectly and whispered back, "You mean Lao Gu's handwriting is bad?"

Nanyin couldn't say enough, "It's not bad, it's pretty good!"

It's really not bad, neat and tidy.

It can be said to be almost identical to the printed version.

Lao Lei was right in what he said, and it could indeed be first published, because Lao Ye's handwriting was put together with the printed style, and it was impossible to tell which was written by Lao Ye and which was printed.

Ye Zhiyan chuckled, "I don't think you look very good."

He looked at Gu Shuheng, who was immersed in writing, "What Lao Gu is most proud of is his good handwriting. Please take it easy when you comment. If you are too harsh, be careful and he will cry to you."

What the hell?

Nanyin looked confused, "He's still crying?"

"Crying cute."

Now that he had said so much, Ye Zhiyan was not afraid to reveal some of Gu Shuheng's dark history to Nanyin. He said softly, "He has a nickname, called Crying Bag."