After a simple lunch, Tang Zui and Dong Shanshan returned to the radio station, because it was not time to go to work, so he pretended to lie on the table to rest, but in fact, he secretly communicated with the Spirit of the Torch:

"Xiaoxin, how did you sell this calligraphy skill?"

"Boss, this level is different, and the price sold is not the same."

"What do you mean?"

"Boss, it's like this, there are four levels of this calligraphy skill, which are primary, intermediate, advanced, and top, among which the primary calligraphy skill is the cheapest, as long as 50,000 fans are enough, and the intermediate is 500,000, the advanced is 5 million, and the top is 50 million."

"Oh, so how many fans do I have now?"

"Boss, because of the poem "Yongmei" you wrote, this poem has brought you a total of more than 30,000 fans so far, and I estimate that by the evening, it will be about 100,000!"

"Oh, so little! The hard-earned fan value can only buy a 'primary' calligraphy skill, hey! ”

"Boss, this beginner calligraphy skill is actually very good, don't look down on it."

"Hey! Come on, by the way, what do I need to do to prepare? For example, buy some pen, ink, paper, inkstone, practice first, etc.? ”

"You don't need a boss for this, you just have to wait!"

...

I went to work in the afternoon.

"Teacher Xiao Tang, I heard my daughter say that you are going to participate in the poetry meeting of the Writers' Association?" Li Guoqiang walked to Tang Zui's side, patted him on the shoulder and said.

"Yes, Mr. Li, what's the matter with you?" Tang Zui replied.

Li Guoqiang shook his head and said, "Teacher Xiao Tang, this is an opportunity!" ”

Tang was stunned for a moment and asked, "What chance?" ”

"Teacher Xiao Tang, think about it, can you ease the relationship between you and the Tianjing Writers' Association through this poetry meeting? After all, it was too stiff some time ago, which is not good for your future development. ”

Tang Zui didn't expect Li Guoqiang to tell him such a thing, which surprised him, but he was still very moved in his heart, after all, people reminded themselves like this and thought about themselves.

And after Li Guoqiang's voice fell, Liu Ting also came over and said in a low voice: "Teacher Tang, you don't have to worry about other people, to be honest, when those people in the Writers' Association said that your poetry writing was not good a while ago, I already began to dislike them, so Mr. Tang, don't you want to join the Writers' Association!" ”

Tang drunk: "......"

Li Guoqiang: "......"

Tang Zui was still very moved by Li Guoqiang and Liu Ting's concern for him, although Liu Ting's suggestion seemed a little unreliable......

Finally got off work, Tang Zui and Dong Shanshan each returned home, and as soon as they entered the house, Tang Zui couldn't wait to start his study plan, because he had learned from the Spirit of the Flame that his current fan value had exceeded 100,000, which meant that he could buy elementary calligraphy skills.

"Xiaoxin Xiaoxin!"

"Boss, I'm here!"

"Hurry up! Hurry up! I want to learn! ”

"Okay boss, don't worry! I'll refine the fan value first, and then I'll give you skills right away! ”

Five minutes later.

"Boss, I'm going to teleport your skills, you're ready!" After refining the fan value, the Spirit of the Flame reminded Tang Zui.

When Tang Zui heard this, he was still a little excited in his heart, after all, it was the first time to use the upgraded version of the transmission function, so he immediately replied: "Okay, okay, let's start!" ”

But after Tang Zui finished saying the three words "let's start", he didn't know why he didn't feel any reaction, and after more than ten seconds, he couldn't help asking: "Xiaoxin, have you started?" ”

"Huh? Begin? The Spirit of the Flame was also stunned after hearing Tang Zui's words, and then continued, "It's over. ”

"It's over!" Tang Zui said incredulously.

"yes!"

"I didn't feel it!"

"Boss, this is the awesomeness of the upgraded version, how about it, it's okay, right?"

"Really? You won't eat my fan value, you didn't give me the goods, right? ”

"Boss, I don't like to hear you say this, have you gotten the goods, don't you know if you find a pen and paper and write a few words casually?"

"Oh, that's right!"

So Tang Zui found a pen and paper in the bedroom and began to prepare to write something.

But when he picked up the pen on the table, he had in mind the structure of a Chinese character, the composition of the strokes, and a few other things!

He wrote two lines on the paper, and he was shocked!

Nima, is this my writing? It's so handsome!

I don't believe it, I'll write a few more, it's still so handsome!

Write again!

Still so handsome!

"Quack! Boss, what's up, I didn't lie to you! After Tang Zui demonstrated several times, the Spirit of the Flame opened his mouth and said to Tang Zui.

Tang Zui was also in a good mood and said, "No! Xiaoxin, well done! ”

"Quack! Low-key and low-key! ”

......

In an inconspicuous old house at Yenching University, an old man with thinning hair was holding an A4 piece of paper in his hand, stunned.

"Teacher, this is the poem in Tang Zui's Weibo that he just updated today, what do you think?" A middle-aged man said respectfully to the old man.

The old man didn't seem to hear the middle-aged man's words, and was still immersed in the poem, reading it twice from time to time, and then closing his eyes, as if reminiscing.

"A few plums in the corner, Ling Han opened it alone..."The old man chewed for a while, and then opened his mouth and chanted slowly, his voice was very old, but it was full of energy, after saying these two sentences, the old man paused for a few more minutes before slowly speaking, chanting the remaining two lines of poetry, "Remote knowledge is not snow, only dark incense." ”

"Good poetry, good poetry!" After the old man finished reading, he couldn't help but sigh, "A little doll in his twenties can write to this realm, genius, absolute genius!" ”

"Yes, Ji Lao, this Tang drunken poem is indeed very good, by the way, there is one more thing, Chen Bingsheng also invited Tang Zui to participate in the poetry meeting of the Writers' Association this morning."

"Oh? Then I have to go and see Tang Zui's new work, I really don't know what surprises Tang Zui will bring me! ”