"I don't have that kind of political ambition." Jiang Tong shook his head and said, "What's the point of playing politics, politics is the art of compromise, and I hate compromise the most, and I hate constraints even more, so I'm still more suitable to be a lone ranger." She rolled her eyes, "However, what you said also makes sense, it is indeed a very useful bargaining chip, and you may be able to exchange it for unexpected good things in the future." ”

She stored the chip in the storage box, but decided to complete this task, and try not to use the talisman when the time comes, it is a big deal that her medical skills are exposed, which may be good for her, after all, a doctor with superb medical skills, if others want to kill her, they also need to weigh it.

It was already dark, Jiang Tong simply practiced in the mall for one night, the interstellar mall is a product of the Ansar civilization, and every qiē here maintains the situation of the Ansar civilization period, including the aura.

For monks, the aura of the environment is very important, the Galactic Federation is so big, the aura of some planets is very strong, and the aura of some planets is average, such as the capital star, the aura is thin, and cultivating here for a year is not as good as cultivating on other planets for a month.

But the interstellar mall is different, the aura here seems to be inexhaustible, and the richness of the aura is close to the Ansar civilization era, Jiang Tong guessed that the interstellar mall itself is a large-scale magic weapon that can produce aura.

After cultivating for a whole night, Jiang Tong was refreshed, her cultivation had been quite effective recently, and she felt that she was not far from the third layer of Qi cultivation.

Coming out of the mall, I made breakfast for my younger brother who had just gotten up, a cucumber egg cake, a glass of milk, and a leek box, although simple, but also nutritious.

As soon as she finished eating, she received a message from An Lan, saying that the Locke family had a banquet tonight to celebrate the old man's 80th birthday, and he wanted her to participate with him.

Jiang Tong agreed without much hesitation, and she also wanted to take the opportunity to ask An Lan about the news of those monsters.

Naturally, you want to give gifts when you participate in the banquet, An Lan told her not to worry, he will prepare properly, Jiang Tong thinks that people are calculating you, and it is really cheap for you to give heavy gifts to others, so he asked to prepare it himself, and An Lan agreed without thinking too much.

Jiang Tong thought about it, he was a student of the calligraphy department, and he sent a piece of calligraphy, which was cheap, and others couldn't find fault with it, so he asked his younger brother Xiao Nan to help grind, spread out a piece of fine rice paper, dipped it in pine smoke ink, and used his wrist hard, and the pen walked with a wave, hearty.

Xiao Nan, who was standing on the side, looked a little stunned, he had never found that his sister had such a strong character when she could write, like swinging a sword and looking at the world.

After the last pen was written, Jiang Tong looked at the two words on the paper with satisfaction, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a meaningful smile.

"That's great...... Xiao Nan said dumbly, "Sister, what kind of font is this, why haven't you seen it before?" ”

Jiang Tong was stunned, the calligraphy of the ancient period was preserved too little after the catastrophe of the last days, the most common in this era are Yan and Liu, and the Wei tablet has long disappeared in the long river of history.

Jiang Tong first gave Xiao Baozi popular science, and then took the words to find someone to frame, the calligraphy department has a special framing shop pù, which is a small shop built next to the teaching building, the façade is full of antiquity, and there are two lanterns hanging.

Jiang Tong was about to push the door in, but heard an arrogant female voice inside: "Old man, why don't you frame me, it's not that I can't afford to pay money." ”

"You go, I'm not going to do your business."

"Why not? What's wrong with my words? ”

"Your handwriting is not as good as that of a three-year-old child, and you dare to frame it with me, don't insult my craftsmanship, let's go."

"Dead old man, do you know who I am?"

"Who are you who cares about me? Hurry up, don't force me to throw you out. ”

Jiang Tong pushed open the door and saw a gorgeous-looking girl, wearing gorgeous high-end custom clothes, holding a piece of rice paper with a slightly wrinkled hand, her face was swollen red, and she glared at the owner of the framing shop viciously.

The boss is an old man, the old god is lying on the ground on the chaise longue, holding a purple sand teapot in his hand, and is drinking tea slowly.

There are a lot of framed calligraphy and paintings hanging in the store, this old man's craftsmanship is not bad, Jiang Tong said politely: "Boss, I have a calligraphy and painting I want to frame." ”

The old man opened one eye slightly, glanced at Jiang Tong, and then said disgustedly: "Don't do it." ”

The beautiful girl saw a beautiful woman who was more beautiful than herself, and her heart was even more unhappy, and now that she saw that this dead old man also showed Jiang Tong's face, she felt a little better in her heart, and she was happy to gloat.

Jiang Tong was stunned: "Why?" ”

The old man said disdainfully: "The beautiful ones in the calligraphy department are all embroidered pillows, and they are good to marry in the future with a diploma, what good words can they write?" It's simply an insult to calligraphy. ”

Jiang Tongqi said: "Boss, you haven't even looked at my handwriting, how can you be sure that I can't write?" ”

"Can I read less of your words?" The old man said impatiently, "All of them are written in a mess and without any rhyme, they are simply elm lumps." ”

A row of black lines appeared on Jiang Tong's forehead, elm pimples, what kind of metaphor is this.

The glamorous girl looked like she was watching a good show, and Jiang Tong handed over her words: "Or, you take a look first?" ”

"Don't look, dirty eyes."

Jiang Tong sighed, shook the rice paper in his hand, and two big characters appeared in front of him, he glanced at it inadvertently, his eyes widened, and he snatched it from her hand impatiently, savored it carefully for a long time, patted his thigh, and exclaimed: "Good words." ”

He raised his head and glanced at Jiang Tong in disbelief: "Is this really what you wrote?" Don't be a gunner, right? ”

Jiang Tong was not angry: "It's like a fake." ”

"Forget it, it doesn't matter if it's the gunman, of course I have to frame such a good word." With that, the framing work began as if no one was around.

In the interstellar era, framing calligraphy and painting is of course very simple, and the instrument is framed, and it doesn't take a few minutes, but this is an era that advocates retro, and only the handmade ones can enter the eyes of the upper class.

The old man is an authentic hand-framed, he is skillful, with silk satin trimming, and with backing paper to cover the back, do it very attentively.

The glamorous girl seemed to have been slapped in the face, and said hurriedly: "Dead old man, why do you only frame her and not me?" ”

The old man's frame was interrupted, and his temper was extremely bad: "Can you compare with others?" People are better looking than you, and their characters are better than you, and your words are simply a shame for the calligraphy department. ”

When the glamorous girl heard this, she was furious, but she was not so stupid that she was completely brainless, although her family was not bad in the capital, but it was much better than her family background, this framed old man could be here for so many years, there must be a strong backstage. But this woman, at a glance, knew that she was a freshman, and the clothes on her body were just stalls, and of course the persimmons had to be pinched softly.

She poured all her anger and hatred on Jiang Tong's body, turned her head and yelled at her, "What are you laughing at? ”

Jiang Tong was inexplicable: "When did I laugh?" ”