Chapter 38 Do you know what calligraphy is?
Jiang Li sat on the pony and watched Lin Luo greeting the guests diligently, with a hint of flattery in his words. The bright and sunny smile on his face fell into her eyes, which was even more flattering.

Even though she knew the reason, she still felt unhappy.

this dog
When she was in Daqi, she had given him a high position and a generous salary in exchange for this bitch's respect and obedience, but now it was only a few dozen dollars, and she let him treat her with such an expression.

And her.

Living in modern times, once she was down and out, this bitch lost all respect for her.

They constantly squeezed her, suppressed her, and even made her wash pots and dishes.

Thinking of this, Jiang Li was not only dissatisfied, but also felt a tightness in her chest. She couldn't help but clenched her fists, and a very unsatisfactory thought came to her head:

It would be great if I had 20 yuan.
After settling the mother and son, Lin Luo quickly came back, sat on the horse, and said in a low voice: "How about, I tell you not to worry, let the bullets fly for a while, look, is this going to be open?" ?”

Jiang Li didn't want to pay attention to him, but he still suppressed the resentment in his heart, took a breath secretly, and then asked casually:
"I remember you said yesterday that we were doing business in partnership, or some kind of business partners?"

"Yes."

Seeing Lin Luo nodding, Jiang Li asked, "Did the money you earned just now be half of mine?"

Lin Luo was stunned for a moment, then nodded, "I am half as good as you."

"Half twenty?"

"Correct."

At this moment, Jiang Li finally saw her face. She said with a sullen face: "Okay, I will give you my 20 yuan. I want to challenge you once."

"?"

A question mark slowly appeared on Lin Luo's head.

After waiting for a while, seeing that he made no move, Jiang Li could only remind him: "I just said that I wanted to challenge him once. I am now a guest."

"No, you can play if you want. You can do your own business and do whatever you want. Do you need to give me money?"

Lin Luo didn't understand what she was thinking. As he was talking, he saw two more people stopping in front of the wooden sign over there, and said, "Here comes someone. I'm going to greet you. If you want to play, find one by yourself." Let’s play at the empty table.”

Then he got up and ran over to greet the guests.

"Two beauties, do you want to challenge me?"

Seeing this bitch running over to flatter me, a flattering smile appeared on his face again, and I compared it with his attitude towards me just now.
Jiang Li clenched his fists again. I obviously gave him the money, and I was also a guest.
Soon, Lin Luo used his sunny smile and enthusiastic service attitude to win over two businesses, and sat the two girls down at the table.

40 yuan arrives in the account.

He was about to go back and sit down, but when he passed the table where the mother and son were sitting, he was stopped.

"Hey, young man, come and see, does this mean we have failed the challenge?"

Lin Luo paused when he heard this, then leaned over to see. Mother and son, one wrote 290 instead of 298 when it was over 288, and the other made a mistake when it was over 100.

This result is quite normal.

From writing one to five hundred, the process did not go wrong, without any modifications, and it seemed to be no difficulty.But in fact, this challenge requires a lot of patience and concentration. If you are not careful at all, you will make mistakes.

Among ten people, there may be only one, or even none, who can succeed in the challenge.

So this deal is a sure bet.

He made a regretful look, "Sister, this game seems simple, but it actually tests your concentration. I guess you didn't pay attention. You see, you made a mistake after just over 100."

The woman didn't pay much attention, waving her hands and saying: "It's a mistake, it's okay. The two of us are just having fun. It's quite interesting."

Lin Luo smiled and said, "As long as you find it interesting, do you want to try again? Your son has written more than 200 and almost [-]. He can achieve this result in his first writing. If he writes again, he has a high probability of success. .”

The woman turned to her son and asked, "Do you want to write it again?"

"Ah."

"Then let him write it again, and I won't come. It's quite tiring to write this."

The woman took out her mobile phone and scanned another 20 yuan for Lin Luo, then pointed to the wooden sign over there, "By the way, I wanted to ask when I first came here, who wrote the calligraphy on it, it was you. Did you write it?"

Hearing this, the two girls at the table over there also chatted, "Yes, yes, yes, boss, we both want to ask, did you write that calligraphy yourself?"

Lin Luo pointed behind him, "I didn't write it, she wrote it."

Everyone turned their heads and then saw a girl wearing childish pajamas sitting inside. She was young and very beautiful, but she looked cold and had a serious face.

After being looked at by several eyes, she neither spoke nor nodded, she just looked back at each other with an expressionless face.

The atmosphere was a little cold. One of the girls forced a smile and praised: "Wow, sister, you look several years younger than me. Why are you so good at calligraphy? That brush calligraphy is better than that of Chen from our liberal arts college." The professors write well."

"."

There was no response and the atmosphere became even colder.

Lin Luo had to come out to smooth things over at this time, "Well, she is autistic and doesn't like to talk. Don't take it to heart. Just be busy with your business."

When the woman heard this, she was stunned, looked at Jiang Li again, with a look of pity on her face, and sighed: "The little girl is so young and can write so well in calligraphy, how come she has this disease?" , Really."

With a long sigh, she whispered to herself again: "I was also thinking to see if she could teach my son calligraphy. Who knows that this will be the case."

Faintly catching this soliloquy, Lin Luo lowered his head and glanced at the woman, his lips moved but he said nothing.

After eating several dishes and drinking like this, I started to dream in broad daylight. You still want the emperor to teach your son calligraphy. What are you thinking about?
And who is Professor Chen from the School of Liberal Arts? I don’t know him.

No matter what grade you are, you dare to come out and touch porcelain. This is the emperor's royal pen.

Even if he no longer has the title of emperor, his calligraphy skills are still first-rate.

It is difficult to judge the level of this hand in regular script in modern times, but in Daqi, it is a bit crazy to say that there is no equal in the world, but it is no lie to say that it ranks among the top five in the world.

Do you know what calligraphy is?
Tactical lean back.

(End of this chapter)

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