Gu Lian followed Fan Ziling's instructions and went to an office next to the task center given by Sujia to invite Chen Zhi.

Chen Zhizheng was talking to people, and when he saw them coming, he just made a gesture, and the two of them didn't say much, sitting on the sofa next to him holding their breath, and listened to two sentences, the two spoke vaguely, and only heard that it was related to gold reserves and exchanges.

After a while, the man walked out, and Chen Zhi spoke, his voice was cold, and he got straight to the point: "Buying grain?"

Gu Lian nodded, and said, "I'm afraid it's too late to make a board temporarily, is there any bigger pen and paper here?" I'll go write one." ”

Chen Zhi lowered his eyes and groaned, "Leave it to me." ”

He summoned someone to come over, and a few minutes later, the snow-white paper, the pitch-black ink, and the brush with quite roots were respectfully delivered. Gu Lian was taken aback when she saw this: "...... I've only learned calligraphy for a few days, so I can't read ......."

She just wants a normal signature pen and marker, even if she gives her crayons, but why does Chen Zhi have to be a few points higher as soon as she gets started?!

In order to match Zhou Hengyun, she has tried all eighteen kinds of martial arts, and the brush is naturally the same, but when students are already busy studying, plus a bunch of miscellaneous books to read and a bunch of activities to participate, of course, they have given up early on to make trouble with the brush and can't be done quickly.

Chen Zhiyan glanced at her, his eyes were unfathomable, and he only said quietly: "I'll write." ”

Gu Lian was suddenly shocked: "You can write calligraphy?!" The tone was shocked twice.

Who is not a person who has lived and died in the last days, she has always thought that they are people who calculate and calculate every day, holding guns and swords. I only pay attention to practical things, and I can't look at it if I dance and write ink. Last time, Zheng Yihao had already shocked her when she saw Zen history, but now she saw Chen Zhi laying out the paper with a calm face. I feel that my fragile self-esteem has been hurt.

"I learned a little bit when I was younger. Chen Zhi replied lightly.

Oh buy karma, what else will they do?

Please save a little face for her, an ancient man six or seven hundred years ago!

Gu Lian is going to cry, okay!

The paper is spread out, like the snow white of the waves, and the ink is poured into the dark green pine stone inkstone, and the tone is calm and tough.

"The inkstone is also researched, and the ink can be studied and wet. ”

Chen Zhi remembered the teachings of his ancestors, and it was a pity that there was no ink stone in his heart.

Chen Zhi sat at the table. This room is in the corridor that curves in the base, naturally there are no windows, and the high wall three or four meters wide behind it is quite imposing. There is a curtain of calligraphy pasted on it, "indifferent and far-reaching", the pen and ink are sonorous and sparse, and the artistic conception not only feels indifferent. On the contrary, it seems that Top Gun is ambitious. Looking at the signature again, it turned out to be Bai Ming, the head of the house.

Gu Lian turned her gaze and looked at Chen Zhi, startled again.

The lights were bright, and the crystal-like diamond-shaped fragments reflected the bright light, illuminating the man sitting intently. He was wearing a black shirt with cuffs pulled up, and he looked more dignified and handsome. The back is as straight as a bamboo. The expression is cold, the facial features are handsome, the eyebrows are like knives, and the eyes are like paint. Looking at it, I only felt its qi, like a steep mountain, and the edge that had been converging up at this time was like a sword out of its sheath and nothing to hide.

The hanging wrist is like holding a sword, and the pen is like a storm.

Gu Lian unconsciously held her breath, and it wasn't until she finished writing a word in one go that she knew how to breathe a sigh of relief and couldn't help but be shocked when she came back to her senses. In the past month, she didn't know how many life and death dangers she had experienced, how many talented people she had seen, she thought that even if nothing else had grown, her vision and bearing should be improved, but she didn't expect Chen Zhi to just pick up a pen and write, she was swallowed by his momentum, and she had no heart to resist.

…… What a scary person.

Gu Lian didn't have the strength to admire.

She once again realized what kind of person was in control of her "deed of sale", and before he could use a knife or gun against her, just a stroke of the pen made her lose her will to fight.

Caution gradually condensed in the dark apricot eyes.

After writing several sheets one after another, Chen Zhi put down his pen and examined his own words.

The muscles and bones are strong and powerful, the structure is rigorous and solid, only the ink is a little thick, and the black is too rich and vicissitudes.

Words are like people.

Looking up, he saw that the bright eyes engraved throughout his youth flashed with vigilance and fear, and he couldn't help but close his eyes, and the pain in his chest spread.

I suddenly remembered that my grandfather once said that people are the same as ink stones, and the longer the years, the thicker the ink fragrance becomes, so there is a saying that "do not enter the Tao in confusion", and people cannot reach the realm if they are less than forty.

But who knows that his heart is old.

The past has piled up too much, collapsing into a black hole that swallows every inch of light.

How to go back to the beginning.

Then he gathered his thoughts, rolled up the paper with dried ink and handed it to Gu Lian, leaving only the last one, which he folded and threw on the table. Gu Lianqi said: "Don't you use that one?"

"If you make a mistake, just throw it away. Chen Zhi lowered his eyebrows and said lightly.

The second half of the sentence was said to the person who was waiting for him at the door, and after that, he got up and said, "It's not early, you come with me." ”

Gu Lian didn't care about it, and followed behind his straight back with the silent Yan Yuzhen.

When the three of them walked away, the man came in to clean up the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone on the table for Chen Zhi, and was about to go out, he was really curious about what kind of words the man with extraordinary momentum could write.

There are arbors in the south, and there is no rest.

Han has a wandering girl, and you can't ask for it.

He couldn't help but marvel, and then regretted. How could this be a typo? It is a pity that such a good word, the pen and ink are so thick that it seems to overflow, and it is full of lovesickness, and it is a pity to throw it away like this.

The base is chaotic, and Wan Qing is busy. Deploy patrols, assign personnel to set up security for birthday parties, train cooperation with the supernatural, deal with rumor-mongers, deal with those who know about the bombing, and suppress sporadic resistance...... There are all kinds of things, Wan Qing hasn't been able to move the place this morning, and his throat is about to smoke.

After a moment of relief, he breathed a sigh of relief and leaned heavily back in his chair. Pinching his eyebrows to drive away his tiredness, he rested for a while, and someone came to disturb him, saying that a large rice shop was blocked by a crowd and was making trouble.

Rice shops are all quietly operated, and the food is not to say that it comes from the canteen and logistics, and the reason why people buy at a high price is only because the canteen is greedy for a while and sells all the grain, so a large number of people are squeezed out to go to the rice store. Now that the price of grain is high, the rice grain store is naturally reluctant to make huge profits, and it is hell to sell it obediently. In this way, the loopholes that started with corruption and bribery came out, and the gourd was pressed to float the scoop, which was really eventful, and all problems broke out.

Wan Qing hurried to deal with it, although he was disgusted with the greed of the gang in the rice grain store, but this kind of trouble was based on the customary principles of the base, and it must not be connived at, so he should catch and beat what should be beaten, so as to set an example.

When someone was dragged out, he struggled and cried, "Go to the canteen, the canteen has no food; You bastards, tell me how this makes us live, doesn't this force us to die?!"

The voice was poignant and sharp, like a dying mourning bird, revealing great unwillingness and resentment.

It's quiet.

The crowd watching, the soldiers pressing the crowd, and the people in the rice grain store all watched quietly as the man was dragged away crying, and for some reason no one could speak.

Only Wan Qing's face was cold, and his voice was as cruel and cold as a sword: "Disrupting order, beating shopkeepers, and stealing food are just a group of mobs! ”

There was another burst of screaming and crying for mercy, some people fainted on the spot, and some people looked away more and more and scolded them.

"Wan Qing! You devil who eats people and doesn't spit out bones! Damn bastards! You will get bad retribution one day! One day!"

Low wails, begging for mercy one after another, stinging scolding.

Wan Qing's resolute facial features were unmoved, but he didn't see it, a group of people looked at him from afar, and they really felt that he was as bloodless and tearless as steel, afraid and resentful. (To be continued.) )