City: 100 Million Found in the Wall at the Beginning

　　"Dawei, hurry up," Du Yuan shouted excitedly, "I remember that you put a copper spark plug in your car, right? Come and try it!"

　　Before Du Yuan could finish speaking, Xue Wei was already running towards a black Porsche not far away like a rabbit.

　　The copper spark plug was quickly fetched, and Du Yuan immediately took off the platinum-iridium alloy spark plug and replaced it with a copper spark plug. Due to his excitement, Du Yuan's hands trembled.

　　ignition,

　　"boom......"

　　All noise is gone!

　　"Yeah!" The excited two couldn't help but clapped their hands.

　　So pure!This is exactly the sound Du Yuan and the two expected.

　　"Great God, that person is definitely a great god!" Du Yuan looked at the underground garage with a look of admiration.

　　"Yeah, if I hadn't experienced it personally, I wouldn't believe there are such awesome people!"

　　"Brother Du, we have to make friends with this person!"

　　"That's right!" Du Yuan slapped his thigh, "There's no car coming out at the moment, the Great God probably won't leave, let's go down and look for it!"

　　"go!"

　　"Boom..." As soon as the two ran to the revolving staircase, a low roar came from the garage, getting louder and closer, quickly approaching.

　　"Fuck, what car?" Du Yuan and Xue Wei hurriedly turned around, their eyes fixed on the garage exit.

　　Everyone, this book will be on the shelves at [-]:[-] tomorrow night, and the results on the first day will determine whether this book can be written.

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Chapter 71 So Excited!Looking forward to it! (1)

　　Almost as soon as the two turned their heads, a black supercar galloped out of the garage, making a beautiful turn and heading straight for the gate.

　　"Nima, this is poison!" Xue Wei screamed.

　　"That's right, it's poison," Du Yuan nodded heavily, his face flushed with excitement: "This must be the poison that has been rumored in the past few days!"

　　"Brother Du, it's the guy who drove the car just now!"

　　"Did you see clearly?"

　　"He glanced at this, I must be him!"

　　"Oh, it's such a pity," Du Yuan said with a look of remorse, "I missed the big god, go down earlier!"

　　"Brother Du, it's alright," Xue Wei said with a smile, "Lamborghini Poison is not a taxi running all over the street. This is the only one in the city. As long as we find this car, we will not be far away."

　　"Yes," Du Yuan nodded, his eyes full of enthusiasm: "I must find it, I must worship him as my teacher, even if I pay any conditions!"

　　"This is poison!" Xue Wei said with a wry smile: "Compared with this car, it feels like our car is like rubbish, and all of a sudden I don't even have the mind to race!"

　　"Isn't it? It suddenly feels dull. I'm now thinking about whether to cancel the game at night. It's boring."

　　......

　　How could Shen Zhuo know that his inadvertent few words of advice had actually attracted two ardent fans for him, out of the gate of Linjiang Bieyuan, turned around and headed east to the school.

　　When Shen Zhuo was returning to school, a group of calligraphers were having a meeting in the Calligraphy Association office on the second floor of Zhonghai Literary and Art Circle, which is located on the east side of the art museum, and the room was full of smoke.

　　The content of the meeting is fundraising. Southwest Province is experiencing a flood that has not been seen in [-] years. The Federation of Literary and Art Circles has issued a voluntary donation notice, and all art associations under its jurisdiction are implementing this matter.

　　When Chu Rao arrived, the group of middle-aged and elderly calligraphers were still discussing donations. Except for Liu Changqing who took the lead in donating [-] yuan, most of the others were between [-] and [-] yuan. After all, the artists were also poor, and there were many people in the calligraphy association. , but few real words can sell for money.

　　"Yeah, Xiao Chu is here?" Seeing Chu Rao standing at the door, Liu Changqing stood up suddenly, Chu Rao is now a treasure in Liu Changqing's heart, and this is the only bridge to connect with the master.

　　"Xiao Zhou, hurry up, open the window for ventilation!"

　　"Look at all of you, if you say that you should stop smoking, you just don't listen, and you're making a mess!"

　　"Turn on the exhaust!"

　　......

　　Under the command of Liu Changqing, everyone in the conference room was busy. Many people looked at Chu Rao with ingratiating eyes. Most of them had watched the calligraphy of the four seasons that Liu Changqing spent a lot of money collecting. Admired to the ground.

　　If there is a chance to ask the master to give some pointers or two, it will be better than practicing hard for several years.

　　Out of this kind of thinking, it is only natural for these people to please Chu Rao.

　　A group of middle-aged and elderly artists were suddenly so enthusiastic about themselves, making Chu Rao a little at a loss, and quickly waved: "Teachers, no, really no..."

　　"Little Chu, sit down."

　　"Little Chu drink water."

　　"Is it hot in Xiaochu, do you want the air conditioner to be cooler?"

　　......

　　For a time, the conference room was full of flattery, and the arrogance of the literati was completely lost.

　　Last time at the art museum, Shen Zhuo made Tong Tiancheng so angry that he had a serious illness, and he is still in hospital for recuperation.

　　Everyone was busy, and the air in the conference room was much fresher.

　　"Xiao Chu, you don't come here for donation, right? I thought you were a student, so I didn't inform you about this donation." Liu Changqing said with a smile.

　　"Mr. Liu is like this," Chu Rao said with a smile, "My friend is also worried about the floods in the south these two days, and he wants to do his part.

　　Isn't there a charity auction in the Blue Palm Hotel tomorrow night that many celebrities will participate in? He wrote a letter and asked me to bring it over to ask you to sign up for the auction and let this painting participate in the auction. "

　　"What? Xiao Chu, do you think your painting tube contains the words of Grandmaster Shen?" Liu Changqing stared at the painting tube in Chu Rao's arms, his voice trembling with excitement.

　　Master's handwriting!He didn't expect to see the master's handwriting so soon!

　　The others also stretched their necks, their eyes fixed on the painting tube.

　　"That's right." Chu Rao unscrewed the lid of the painting tube and took out the words written by Shen Zhuo.

　　"Take it lightly, tap it lightly, ancestor!" Seeing Chu Rao pouring the rice paper out of the painting tube, Liu Changqing cried out in distress.

　　"Xiao Zhang, don't be stunned, quickly wipe the table with a towel, remember to use a dry towel, don't leave any soot!"

　　"Look at this ash, I said you smoke less, sooner or later you will die!"

　　After all the work, the debris on the table was cleaned and wiped clean, and Liu Changqing helped Chu Rao carefully spread the words.

　　"This..." Liu Changqing's face suddenly became strange when he saw the handwriting for the first time.

　　Everyone, this book will be on the shelves at [-]:[-] tonight, I hope to be able to book it for the first time, I am very grateful, at least ten more bursts

Chapter 72 Sister takes you to watch the fun

　　Liu Changqing's mood at this time was as if he had swallowed a toad.

　　This is too bullying. It costs [-] million to write four characters for yourself, and then donate a seven-character poem when you turn around. The master is not kind!

　　But soon, Liu Changqing was immersed in the artistic conception of this poem.

　　"This is Jiang Nanchun!" cried a young calligrapher when he saw the poem.

　　"Don't talk, you seem to know the characters, don't you?" An older calligrapher turned his head and scolded, the young calligrapher shrank his neck and stopped talking.

　　The entire conference room was silent, and everyone was staring at the Jiang Nanchun on the table, with different expressions, or happy, or frowning, or obsessed...

　　Even though Chu Rao was reading this for the second time, she was still immersed in it quickly.

　　Each character is bland, but when all the characters are combined together, they will form a picture in the minds of the viewers. This is the unique style of master calligraphers.

　　After a while, Liu Changqing was the first to speak out, shaking his head and sighing: "God, this is a god!"

　　As for the others, their eyes are full of fanaticism, and this word is the ultimate goal of their pursuit of life.

　　"Mr. Liu," asked a middle-aged calligrapher Chong Liu Changqing, "Last time, the chanting needles that Grandmaster wrote in the art gallery seems to be inferior in artistic conception to the Four Seasons calligraphy and this Jiang Nanchun that you have collected. Why is this? What's the matter?"

　　"Yes!"

　　"It really is!"

　　"Yeah, what's going on?"

　　As soon as the question of the middle-aged calligrapher came up, everyone remembered that it was indeed the case, and they all looked at Liu Changqing, wanting to hear how he explained it.

　　"This is the benefit of the master." Liu Changqing said with a look of reverence.

　　"You are all insiders. Naturally, you know that when calligraphy reaches a certain level, there will be gestures and brushstrokes when you write. The master of chanting acupuncture took the brushstrokes and left only the strokes, so the handwriting is ordinary but powerful!"

　　"You can send and receive freely, this is everyone!"

　　……

　　"I see!"

　　"This is the grandmaster, to be able to send and receive pen intentions, this is amazing!"

　　"I'm completely convinced. I used to think that the master of calligraphy was only a skill in writing, but now it seems that it is all about the two characters of intention!"

　　"We have a great master in Zhonghai, and it's hard for our Calligraphy Association to come up with something!"

　　"If the master joins our association, the old bastards from the Yandu Calligraphy Association will dare to despise us!"

　　"Can the grand master join our association? You think too much. I just want the master to come over and give some pointers, and the ancestral graves are smoked."

　　……

　　"By the way, Xiao Chu, since it's an auction, what is the reserve price for this painting of Master Shen?" Liu Changqing asked.

　　"500 million." Chu Rao said.This is the price Shen Zhuo told her before she left.

　　"It's only 500 million?" Liu Changqing's face was as if he had eaten raw bitter gourd. He was [-] million in four words, and this poem only cost [-] million in [-] words?

　　"Mr. Liu," Chu Rao saw Liu Changqing's depression, and said with a smile, "Shen Zhuo asked me to tell you when you came here. If you feel a loss, you can exchange your four characters for this one."

　　"Ah?" Liu Changqing was stunned for a moment, his old face flushed, and he quickly waved his hand: "No change, no change, no change."

　　After Chu Rao said this, he realized that he had four characters, and it was a set.

　　After appreciating, Liu Changqing personally helped Chu Rao put away the words, and then drove her directly to the art museum.

　　Liu Changqing had a good relationship with the curator of the art museum, and Shen Zhuo's character immediately convinced the curator, so he deliberately opened a safe showcase for this character.