The Cultural Office of the Town Hall is located in the inner circle of the Upper Town.

The buildings of the Cultural Department are not tall, on the contrary, they are low and low, and there is some elegance in the old Yuan era. The cultural department is not an oil and water yamen, so it is a little clean, and there is a large park in front of the door, but there is a bit of a hermit's style.

At half past twelve o'clock in the afternoon, Shi Tiexin ran all the way after getting off work. Standing at the door of the cultural office, there is a very eye-catching position with the information of this competition. Shi Tiexin looked up and down, skimmed over a large section of policy explanations, and the information extracted was very simple:

The Fog Hundred Years Civil Fort Calligraphy Competition is divided into two categories: brush calligraphy and hard pen calligraphy. Contestants can register and write on the spot at the Cultural Office, and those who bring words will not be allowed to participate.

The competition is fair and impartial, and the famous calligraphers of the inner solar system are invited to serve as judges. The soft and hard calligraphy are ranked separately, one first prize, 100,000 reward points, three second prizes, 50,000 reward points, ten third prizes, 10,000 reward value points, and so on......

Shi Tiexin in the back didn't look at it again, his gaze was already stuck in so many zeros behind the first prize.

How much?

How many points?

I'll count the number of zeros, ahem, one, two, three, four, five...... Five zeros! 100,000, 100,000 worth points!

Shi Tiexin only felt that a thunderbolt fell from the sky and slashed directly on the top of his head. 100,000 value points? That's a lot of money! He worked as a trial security guard, and even if he worked for 30 days a month, he only had 300 points, which was already the highest record of the income level of the entire orphanage.

100,000 points, he has to work as a trial security guard for 28 years to earn it!

Besides, don't you eat? Don't drink water? Don't rent? Twenty-eight years have passed, and being able to save 20,000 points is definitely an example of thrift and thrift. But these 100,000 points are purely obtained. The announcement wrote that this time the bonus does not need to pay taxes, and it is said that the actual amount is as much as it is, and there is no discount at any point.

, there is always a feeling that you can eat and drink spicy food after this ticket!

Dry!

Gotta do it!

I knew that there was such a competition, and Lao Tzu would have come to sign up for it a long time ago!

Shi Tiexin walked into the office of the Cultural Department excitedly, walked around the inside, and then quickly walked out again. No, you can't sign up yet. He had already seen it just now, and he wrote on the spot after signing up that he had not yet reached the peak, and there was no guarantee that he would win.

You must know that the cultivators of this world are not the same as the students of Fengming No. 1 Middle School. The students are all dependent on their personal perseverance, and the cultivators have mental energy in addition to their natural perseverance, and the average level must be much higher than that of pure students. Therefore, Shi Tiexin glanced at the progress of the first level of his basic rhetoric and the ninety-eight scales, and decided to practice again and participate in the competition in the most perfect state!

It's coming soon, it doesn't take much time. It has been a few days since he reached ninety-eight o'clock, and Shi Tiexin has not relaxed his practice in the past few days, and he feels that it is not far from breaking through to ninety-nine.

But where can I practice calligraphy around here?

Shi Tiexin looked around and quickly walked towards the big park at the entrance of the Cultural Office. The park is full of people, and many citizens like to come to the park for activities. Shi Tiexin looked at it from a distance and saw many old men taking water from the small lake in the garden, and then using a special soft pen to write big characters on the ground.

Where the pen is written, the handwriting is like that. After the wind blows, it disappears without a trace, but it is a good way to practice calligraphy.

Shi Tiexin didn't care, he just planned to find a place to practice calligraphy and brush up perfectly, and then go to get the money. But he subconsciously glanced at the side twice, and immediately felt awe-inspiring.

These uncles - so strong!

Take a closer look,, these uncles are too awesome to write! Although it is not said that everyone can write a good hand, there are a few who are quite level. At a glance, it is pleasing to the eye.

When I looked at the uncle again, even the hunched back seemed to have a unique backbone, and even the wrinkles on his face seemed to have hidden talent.

Puff, puff, the wind around him, as soon as Shi Tiexin turned around, he saw another park master behind him wielding a three-foot pen, and he actually played a set of imposing judge's penmanship.

If you look closely, the big pen seems to be made of metal, and a pen weighs more than a dozen pounds. But this uncle danced like a fly, without the slightest intention of sluggishness and reluctance. The strong wind broke out, the dragon flew and the phoenix danced, and the handwriting on the ground was also superb, and they were all very good-looking.

This!

This uncle is obviously a master of the Sharp Qi realm!

Shi Tiexin was shocked, and then looked up at the uncles next to him. Those uncles were light and light, and they didn't look weird, and they didn't even have the interest to look up.

Shi Tiexin was shocked.

He suddenly felt that he was standing in the midst of these park masters, like a little lamb standing in the middle of a group of old lions. Although the old lion is older, he is old and strong, and his teeth and claws are sharper.

Looking at a group of old women practicing swords by the lake in the distance, and a few old grandfathers playing Tai Chi, Shi Tiexin suddenly felt that this park was simply a crouching tiger, hidden dragon, and everyone felt that there was a virtual image of a fierce beast with teeth and claws hanging behind him.

I, I was wrong, I was so naïve!

On a weekday like today, if you don't go to work in the daytime and still have time to run to the park to play, which one is not rich? Just look at the pens of those uncles, the swords of the aunts, and the clothes they are wearing, if these people don't have a high pension insurance, I will immediately slap my mouth!

And with money, is it still far to cultivate? Or if you don't cultivate, can you be rich?

Shi Tiexin was shocked, and then came back to his senses. The heart that just wanted to make a fortune by killing all directions with a good hand suddenly faded, and he looked at himself again, and then found a secluded corner.

He took out a pen, but there was no paper to learn to write, and there was no flat table.

Shi Tiexin took out a thick stack of blank cardboard cards from his pocket, these were all blank business cards given to him by Tao Zhongming, and he could give a little by writing ten sheets.

The impetuous thoughts calmed down, and Shi Tiexin returned to reality from the clouds. He bent down, placed the cardboard card on the stone platform by the flower bed, and sat on the ground more than two meters tall.

This cardboard card is suitable for writing on a stone platform.

Picking up the pen, with a solemn expression, Shi Tiexin put down the pen and began to write.

The light is shining, the township test list is still hanging high in the sky, and people are noisy and noisy around, or some people are pointing and praising the list. There is also an aunt who plays a loud speaker in the park and starts dancing again and again. But not long after the jump, some people thought that the dancers were disturbing the people and came to theorize.

There is a secret realm to open, there is a duel to happen, and the success or failure is judged by the level of kung fu, and it is decided whether you can dance the square dance or not.

And in the end, the music of the square dance never stopped, and the person who went to theorize seemed to be sent to the hospital.

All of this is happening, bustling with red dust. But Shi Tiexin didn't pay attention to it, he calmed down all of a sudden, as if he had returned to the classroom of Fengming No. 1 Middle School, and he was completely distracted.

Writing business cards is for livelihood, for life, not for art. To set the format, to follow the routine, is helpless, can not be free. But it is up to you to decide what kind of attitude to use to put pen to pen and write every stroke.

- As long as you treat every stroke with reverence, even if it is written for survival, every word can shine.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, Shi Tiexin raised his head calmly.

A star hits the progress bar, and the basic rhetoric is profound ninety-nine, and it is achieved.

Now, it's time for the golden light to come into play.