In the evening, Luo Haiwen took three young people out, and the Yiming Building was full of guests, the aroma of wine was overflowing, and the business was extremely hot. A separate private room in the backyard, there are several people sitting in it, Gu Chi recognizes Li Weiwei, Cheng Yi and Yi Fu, and there is a man and a woman next to him. The appearance of Yi Fu made Gu Chi feel shocked, I don't know why every time I saw her, Gu Chi would always think of Jia County Magistrate. Now, others have been placed on file for investigation, but stories about him are widely circulated, including Jia Liren's life style. As the saying goes, gossip stops at the wise. However, how many wise people can there be in the real society, most of them are nothing more than ordinary people, so the rumors will not end easily.

Gu Chi once overheard that Jia Liren lived a corrupt and degenerate life, and usually carried a black leather briefcase with him, which would always contain Lebert for his own use. At first glance, he was very puzzled about what 'Lebert' was, but then he looked it up on the Internet, and the result was almost shocked. He has worked in the government office for so long, and there are many opportunities to meet leaders on weekdays, and the credibility of such an exaggerated description is too low. As for the black briefcase, this is almost the standard configuration of every county leader, and it is not unique to County Magistrate Jia, and some people will make an article about it. This really responds to the old saying, the wall is down, everyone pushes it, and the drum is beaten by thousands of people. However, Gu Chi has always remembered the matter of Lin Yue Villa, regardless of whether the style problem is groundless, Jia County Magistrate and Yi Fu must have a relationship. One is the county magistrate and the other is a radio anchor, and there seems to be some natural coupling between the two. Now that there is a problem with the county magistrate Jia, Yi Fu is completely fine, and Gu Chi is a little confused.

In the middle of the private room is a large round table, on which is a pot of mandarin ducks in red oil and green soup, which is steaming. There are many plates of beef, mutton and fish slices around, as well as all kinds of shabu-shabu seafood, and so on. At this moment, it is cold and snowy outside, and the house is full of warmth, which makes people feel a little more comfortable, and everyone sits down one after another. Because they often get together to eat and know each other, although Fan Xixi came late, under the care of Luo Haiwen, he knows more people than Gu Chi now.

Hua Yiming rubbed his hands and came in from the face, and sighed: "This ghost weather is really cold enough, and the snow has fallen a little early this year." Li Wei said: "Rui Xue Zhao Feng year, heavy snow indicates great Ruiqi, look at your prosperous business, it is also stained with heavy snow." Yi Fu smiled: "Brother Ming has the foresight, and he has seen the opportunity in the catering industry, and the huge Ming Building is well organized, and now I'm afraid that it will be a day to make money, right?" Hua Yiming pretended to be modest and said, "You only watched the thief eat meat, and didn't see the thief being beaten." I don't know how much effort I put into making this restaurant a good one, you see my hair falling down a lot every day. Cheng Yi said: "Where did you turn around because you were overly worried, it was completely caused by kidney and blood deficiency, irregular diet and rest." Everyone laughed. Luo Haiwen said: "If you don't make a sound, it's just a blockbuster." The name 'Yiming Tower' is well found! Hua Yiming smiled and waved his hand, and said, "Let's not talk about this for now, can you taste this hot pot, and see what the shortcomings are." "Everyone said that the dishes are almost over, and there is no need to serve anything else, otherwise it will be a waste if you can't finish eating.

Between toasts, Li Weiwei asked Gu Chi with a smile: "Do you still practice calligraphy every day?" Gu Chi nodded and said: "Usually, if it's okay, I take the time to write, but because I'm busy with work now, I haven't touched the pen for some days." Besides, the talent is limited, so it's okay to be a little hobby. Luo Haiwen said: "Gu Chi is now following the county magistrate, he is deeply respected by the leader, and he usually has a lot of things, and now he is the key training object of the unit." Hearing this, Gu Chi's face was hot, and he knew that Brother Wen was deliberately raising it, so that the people present would be impressed. It's just that Zhen Fan and both of them are there, so when he says this, Gu Chi looks embarrassed. Li Weiwei said: "Practicing handwriting does not mean that you have to become a calligrapher, but mainly to cultivate a subconscious. Among the high-ranking officials of the past dynasties, there are many people who are good at calligraphy. There are many calligraphers who are high-ranking officials. Li Si, the prime minister of the Qin Dynasty, Cao Cao of the Eastern Han Dynasty, Zhuge Liang of the Shu Kingdom, Xie An of the Eastern Jin Dynasty, Chu Suiliang of the Tang Dynasty, Di Renjie of the Song Dynasty, etc., all have the dual identities of famous ministers and calligraphers. Therefore, it is particularly important for people in politics to practice good calligraphy. Hua Yiming said with a smile: "Teacher Li is really knowledgeable, every time I listen to you cultural people chatting, I feel that my connotation is increasing." When it comes to calligraphy, one thing comes to mind. A few days ago, a friend found an inkstone in Geguzhai, Panjiayuan, Beijing, which is said to be from the hand of Li Shaowei, an inkstone worker in the Southern Tang Dynasty. Mr. Li might as well take this opportunity to help me see if this inkstone is a rare thing. ”

The literati love inkstone, just like a drunkard who sees wine, and is naturally an idiot. Li Weiwei was immediately emotionally uplifted after hearing this, and said: "She Yan has always been known as the 'crown of the world', and Li Shaowei of the Southern Tang Dynasty is a well-known inkstone worker in Shezhou, and was later named an inkstone official by the imperial court, specializing in making dragon tail inkstones for the emperor's use. If you can see his handmade inkstone, it is really one of the great joys of life. Cheng Yi said: "Why don't you go and get it quickly, let everyone open their eyes, I can't wait if I don't see Li Lao." Hua Yiming got up with a smile and walked out.

He came in with a wooden box and placed it carefully on the table. Take a closer look, the whole body of the wooden box is purple-red, the surface is raised with embossed floral patterns, and the matte lacquer surface looks antique. Hua Yiming opened the lid of the box, took out a black ancient inkstone from it, and gently placed it on the lid for everyone to see. The workmanship of the inkstone is very exquisite, so that even laymen who know little about the inkstone can vaguely perceive its value. Li Weiwei cautiously held it for a while, admired it, and said: "Calligrapher Liu Gongquan has an article "Wen Yan", which calls Duan Yan, She Yan, Tao Yan and Chengni Yan the four famous inkstones. The preciousness of the inkstone lies in the fact that the ink is beneficial, the pen is not rejected by the slippery, and the pen is not sluggish, so it is regarded as the top grade by the literati and ink writers. As the saying goes: The literati have inkstones, and the Jews have mirrors. Li Shaowei was quite appreciated by Tang Yuanzong, and his hand made "Baojin Zhai Yan Mountain" and "Haiyue Nunnery Yan Mountain", so that the stone lovers of the past dynasties were obsessed with it, from Song Huizong to Emperor Qianlong of the Qing Dynasty, and then to the contemporary stone admirers are struggling to find. It is said that Yanshan to Mi Fu's hands, he had slept for three days, not giving up his hand. ”

Donnie Yen was fascinated by what he heard, staring intently at the black inkstone. Fan Xixi held his chin and listened quietly. Yi Fu smiled: "Teacher Li said really wonderful, let us open our eyes, learn a lot of knowledge." Gu Chi secretly sighed that Li was the only profound knowledge, deeply touched, and couldn't help but fall into it, and couldn't help but say: "Since ancient times, martial artists have seen swords, and literati have loved inkstones." How many huge works, strange books and famous paintings all start from this square inch. Wang Xizhi once compared pen and ink to spear armor, and inkstone to a city. Su Dongpo once boasted that he had taken literature as his profession and inkstone as his field in his life. A hint of surprise bloomed on Li Weiwei's face, and he nodded approvingly: "What the little brother said is very good, and this is exactly what I want to say." Yi Fu Mei Mei Pan Hui said: "Sure enough, it's a talent!" The words made Gu Chi shy. Li Wei said meaningfully: "The dragon gets clouds and rain, and it is not a thing in the pool after all." Hua Yiming said eagerly: "First of all, how about my inkstone?" Li Wei paused and said, "Judging from the feel and texture, there is no doubt that this inkstone is an inkstone." The workmanship is also exceptionally exquisite, blue and lovely. Whether it is from Li Shaowei's hand or not, it is difficult to make a conclusion. However, from the perspective of age, it is already a rare thing. Luo Haiwen said: "Come, everyone raise a glass and congratulate Mr. Hua on winning a treasure inkstone." The crowd agreed.

The heat emitted by the hot pot is mixed with the aroma of wine, and the atmosphere is gradually getting better. The topic of conversation is from inkstone to cultural play, from cultural play to collection, from collection to hobby, from hobby to related news, a big leader was dismissed because of bribery. Then, he talked about Jiyun's anecdotes and talked about the attention caused by the investigation of County Magistrate Jia. The two people at the table who don't know each other well seem to be interested in this topic, claiming to know a lot about the so-called "insider". Gu Chi was very curious, he stayed in the government every day, and he hadn't heard many details, how could they know. Men tell stories vividly, as if they were not telling someone else's story, but about a person's own experience. In particular, the life style of the county magistrate Jia is said to be corrupt and suspicious. Gu Chi secretly looked at Yi Fu who was sitting opposite, I don't know if it was because of the fumigation of the heat, or because of the natural loveliness of the skin, the white face was flushed, and the lips were squirming from time to time, as if trying to hide an embarrassing emotion.

The others didn't discuss much about this matter, and Luo Haiwen said: "Let's talk about the leader's affairs casually, after all, we don't know the reason, it's definitely not that simple." I have worked with County Magistrate Jia for many years, and he is quite good at doing things. A few words put an end to the topic. Hua Yiming kept shouting and pouring wine, and the focus of the meal instantly shifted to the amount of wine. Gu Zhen and the others have just arrived, and they are young, so they naturally become the main targets of the attack, but because of the difficulty of face, they are enthusiastic, so they naturally drink a lot of wine. Donnie Yen's appearance is gentle, and the wine table can always show the true colors of Shandong Han. When Gu Chi was dazzled, he still sat as firmly as Mount Tai.

The banquet lasted until midnight, and the group staggered out. Hua Yiming drove Yi Fu home, and the others dispersed. After saying goodbye, the three young people decided to walk back to the county government, and the journey was not far. The cold wind was gusting outside, Gu Chi shivered, his two feet seemed to be weak on cotton, and he walked one foot deep and one foot shallow. The road was already frozen during the night, and he fell to the ground. Donnie Yen laughed at his drinking. Fan Xixi stretched out his hand to help him, and returned to the government compound together.

Gu Chi was put on the bed, and he felt that the world was spinning. In the blur, someone brought a basin of warm water and gently wiped his face with a towel. Then, the door was shut.