Chapter 75: Go with confidence

Yang Tinghe lives near here, otherwise he would not have been bumped into by Zhang Yang, and the owner of this plaque shop naturally knows him.

"Lord Yang, are you here?"

Yang Tinghe hummed reluctantly.

"I'll inscribe a plaque for him, you prepare a pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, by the way, how big do you want to be for Zhang Yang?"

"The bigger, the better." Zhang Yang has no concept of this, anyway, when it is a billboard, it must be bigger and more popular.

It was the first time someone had made such a request, and the owner of the plaque shop looked at Zhang Yang.

"This son, how old does it need to be?"

"And how big can you be?" Zhang Yang asked.

"Well, how big do you want this?"

Yang Tinghe saw that the two of them were very serious about asking and answering, and couldn't help but say.

"Zhang Yang, don't mess around, how can this thing be as big as possible? You have to see how big the façade of the institute is, and then it can be customized. ”

In fact, at the beginning, Zhang Yang still planned to get a plaque like other facades, and since he sold medicine, he wrote something to help the world and save people, and the common people in the world.

But now that Yang Tinghe is being pinched to death by himself, Zhang Yang has the intention to tease him, and this plaque naturally can't be too serious.

And now he doesn't want to use the plaque as a façade, but wants to make it a living advertising effect, so the word should not only be as big as possible, but also intuitive.

"Anyway, it's just one word, of course, the bigger the better."

Hearing just one word, the owner of the plaque shop looked at Zhang Yang suspiciously.

"This son, if it's a word, we can make one person tall and one person wide at most, that is, the length and width are seven feet."

"So small? How big could it be? I saw that the writing on the wall was very large. ”

Yang Tinghe's beard shook three times when he heard it.

"Zhang Yang, if you are not serious, you must have an unserious attitude, who have you seen write such a big plaque? Even the owner of the plaque shop hasn't done it before, has he? ”

The owner of the plaque shop nodded repeatedly.

"That's right, this is also the first time for us, as long as Lord Yang can write such a big word, we can frame it for you."

Yang Tinghe was a little impatient.

"Forget it, one person is one person tall, and I can write so big."

After agreeing on how big it was, the owner of the plaque shop took out the largest brush and personally helped Yang Tinghe polish the ink, and when it was finished, he took out the silk cloth for Zhang Yang to choose.

Zhang Yang chose a pure white background, and everyone spread the cloth on the flat table together.

"What words to write? Have you thought about it? ”

Yang Tinghe took a deep breath, came to the table, turned his head and asked Zhang Yang.

"Hard, just write a hard word."

Yang Tinghe was stunned for a moment, and the hand holding the brush was on the inkstone, looking at Zhang Yang with curiosity on his face.

"Hard? Which is hard? ”

Zhang Yang looked speechless.

"Of course it's hard and soft, which hard?"

"Isn't it a response to a request?"

Yang Tinghe was confused, what does this hard have to do with the research institute?

"It's hard and soft, write it quickly."

Zhang Yang urged.

Yang Tinghe had a bad feeling, what does this hardness mean?

Putting down the pen, Yang Tinghe looked at Zhang Yang.

"Zhang Yang, you have to tell me clearly, where is your word?"

"It's all about the research institute, the research institute, where else can I hang, write in a slippery way."

Wangcai naturally knew that this word was hung at the door of the façade that sold ruthlessly destroying flowers, and at this time he couldn't help himself from laughing, the second little grandfather was so funny, this word was even thought of, but it was really too appropriate, especially as the first user, Wangcai felt that there was no word more suitable than this.

The more Yang Tinghe looked at it, the more he felt that something was wrong, so he simply put the brush down.

"Zhang Yang, if you don't make it clear today, I won't write this word to you."

"I ask you, what does hard mean?"

Zhang Yang asked seriously.

Yang Tinghe thought about it.

"There are many meanings for this, and the meanings are different with different words."

"Then I'll tell you a few negative examples."

Zhang Yang's question stumped Yang Tinghe.

Tough? Is it or not, hard? That's not a bad word, is it?

But the more I couldn't figure it out, the more uncomfortable Yang Tinghe's heart became.

"Zhang Yang, just tell me why you wrote this, right?"

Zhang Yang is full of words.

"I want the name of the institute to be as hard as iron, is there anything wrong with it?"

"There's nothing wrong with it." Wangcai nodded.

"Reasonable." The plaque shop owner nodded his head along with him.

"I hope that the research results of the institute can stand the test of history and be passed down in the long river of history, harder than iron, is there anything wrong?"

"There's nothing wrong with it."

"Reasonable."

"I hope that the people in our institute have excellent medical skills and can cure more people, is there anything wrong?"

"I hope ......"

Yang Tinghe waved his hand.

"Okay, I'll write, I'll write okay, right?"

Yang Tinghe can't stand it anymore, he just wants to leave as soon as he finishes writing now, anyway, he doesn't leave his name, what does he care about what he is doing?

With a flick of the pen, a ghost drawing charm appeared on the silk cloth.

The owner of the plaque shop couldn't help but applaud.

"Good...... Good word. ”

Zhang Yang looked left and right.

"What are you writing here?"

Yang Tinghe's face was dark, although he was a little emotional, but he just vented on this word, then this word was also sharp, and the effect of writing was even better than usual, but Zhang Yang didn't know this gentleman at all.

"This is hard, cursive hard, you don't know how to read, you have to read more, Wang Xianming's face has made you lose your face."

Zhang Yang coughed dryly, what he wants is intuitive, this guy came here to show calligraphy?

"No, you can rewrite a clearer one, regular script, the cabinet style is also fine, that one can understand a little bit."

Yang Tinghe's angry seven tricks are smoking, but he is helpless to argue with such a layman as Zhang Yang, unless his brain is kicked by a donkey.

But he is angry, since Zhang Yang doesn't want this, then it's better to write another one, although as a doctor, he is best at cursive.

Soon, Yang Tinghe seriously wrote a hard word in the Taiwan Pavilion style.

"Look, isn't that much better?"

The owner of the plaque shop coughed dryly twice, and said in his heart that if you ask Yang Tinghe to write the pavilion style, it is better for me to write it for you.

Yang Tinghe didn't bother to reason with Zhang Yang, put down the brush and breathed a sigh of relief, no matter what, he finally finished writing.

"Okay, right? Then I'll go. ”

Zhang raised his head and waved his hand to Yang Tinghe without looking back.

"Don't worry, I won't go to the emperor to play you."

Zhang Yang's words made the owner of the plaque shop tremble, at first he felt that Zhang Yang looked like a hanger, at most he was a gentleman, why did this guy make Yang Tinghe angry and not say anything, but he could still see the emperor?

And listen to the meaning, or do you want to see it? So what is his identity?