Demonic Cultivation in a Mountain Village

Qiao Zhengchu almost vomited blood when he heard this. Is this Gu Hansheng so real? I used to praise his handwriting for being good or that, but then he turned around and said it was bullshit?

As a famous old Chinese doctor, Gu Hansheng would not care about his face.

He praised Qiao Zhengchu before because he liked calligraphy. Now he belittles him because of calligraphy.

Gu Hansheng no longer glanced at Qiao Zhengchu, but guarded the copybook tightly, stared at Fang Lin and said: "Mr. Fang, sell me this calligraphy of love!"

Ge Dachun unexpectedly changed his previous calm attitude and started arguing with Gu Hansheng: "Gu, how about I write you a calligraphy for free? Give this calligraphy to me!"

Gu Hansheng sneered, not giving in at all: "I don't want your handwriting. Can your handwriting compare with Mr. Fang's handwriting?"

Everyone looked a little dumbfounded. Is Fang Lin's handwriting really that good?

Qi Zejiang came to his senses and joined in, saying: "Don't rob, don't rob, this is the word of our Business Alliance!"

Ren Xun is also a person who loves calligraphy, otherwise he would not invite Ge Dachun to come and calligraphy, so he followed Qi Zejiang and echoed: "Yes, yes, these are the calligraphy of our Chamber of Commerce, don't think about it anymore." !” .??.??

These people were fighting over each other, but they pushed Fang Lin aside.

Fang Lin was stunned for a moment, smiled helplessly and shook his head. Then he looked at Qiao Zhengchu, who had a gloomy expression, and asked, "Are you interested in going out for a walk together and chatting about calligraphy?"

Qiao Zhengchu was stunned for a moment and pointed at himself in astonishment: "Me?"

Fang Lin nodded and said, "Yes, is there any problem?"

Qiao Zhengchu was ecstatic. He didn't expect that although Fang Lin looked down on his calligraphy, he had no prejudice against him personally, and now he actually wanted to go out with him.

This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!

Qiao Zhengchu

He nodded repeatedly and said, "No problem! No problem!"

Fang Lin nodded and walked off the platform first, while Qiao Zhengchu quickly followed.

Fang Lin took Qiao Zhengchu out of the hotel, got into the car, and drove Qiao Zhengchu out of the Splendid Plaza Hotel.

Qiao Zhengchu was still confused until he got into Fang Lin's Lamborghini and left the confines of the Splendid Palace Hotel.

Didn't you mean to go out and talk about calligraphy? Why did you drive away after a disagreement? Where was Fang Lin taking him?

"President Fang, where are we going?" Qiao Zhengchu thought for a while and asked.

Fang Lin smiled lightly and said, "Take you to a place you are familiar with."

"A place I'm familiar with?" Qiao Zhengchu pushed up his glasses on the bridge of his nose and thought to himself.

Fang Lin glanced at Qiao Zhengchu and asked with a smile, "Are you telling me that you are very craftsmanlike and not convinced?"

If someone else had said this, Qiao Zhengchu would have definitely refuted it, but Fang Lin was the one he wanted to fawn over, and Fang Lin had just shown off his amazing calligraphy, which made Qiao Zhengchu lose his temper.

Qiao Zhengchu shook his head and smiled: "I was not convinced before, but when President Fang finished writing the Zhiyudong post, I became convinced."

The corners of Fang Lin's lips curled up slightly and he said, "Actually, craftsmanship is not bad. At the very least, copying any work can make it look fake."

This sentence scratched Qiao Zhengchu's itch, and Qiao Zhengchu couldn't help but said: "President Fang is right, I copied the copybook, which can be said to be a masterpiece.

The written words can be completely fake. Whether it is calligraphy with a brush or a pen calligraphy, I can make it look real.

Paint... write a work that is exactly the same as the original. "

Fang Lin said with a smile: "Yes, if this ability is used to the extreme, writing is nothing, painting a few world-famous paintings, even if they are fake, is enough to eat and drink for a lifetime.

Or, simply draw money directly, and the fake money you draw can look real. "

Qiao Zhengchu was taken aback, with cold sweat dripping down his face. He looked at Fang Lin in confusion, laughed stiffly, and asked, "President Fang is joking. Those are all illegal things."

"Haha, just kidding, just kidding." Fang Lin laughed and stopped talking.

The carriage fell into silence.

In this silence, the car drove further and further into the countryside, leaving the provincial capital and heading for the suburbs.

Qiao Zhengchu asked uneasily: "President Fang, where are we going?"

Fang Lin said: "It's almost there, you will know soon."

Qiao Zhengchu said: "President Fang, I suddenly remembered that I have something else to do. Why don't we go back? I have to go home quickly."

Fang Lin said: "Don't worry, it's not at this moment."

Qiao Zhengchu had veins bulging on his forehead. He grabbed the car door and said, "President Fang, I really have something to do. Please let me get off the car. I'll take a taxi and go back by myself."

Fang Lin said softly: "We'll be here soon. Look, isn't it here?"

He pointed to an abandoned factory in front of him and slowly parked the car at the entrance of the factory.

There was panic spreading in Qiao Zhengchu's eyes, his breathing was rapid, and his wheezing was like a bellows.

This factory was exactly where Qiao Zhengchu designed to kill Jin Muhui more than half a year ago.

Fang Lin stopped the car and unlocked the door. Qiao Zhengchu climbed out of the car and ran away.

Fang Lin opened the car door and caught up with him in two steps.

Qiao Zhengchu, and then dragged Qiao Zhengchu into the factory like a dead dog.

"President Fang, what are you going to do? I don't want to stay here, I want to go back!"

"Fang Lin! What are you going to do? Let me go!!"

No matter how Qiao Zhengchu shouted, Fang Lin remained silent.

Fang Lin dragged Qiao Zhengchu into the factory hall. In the middle of the hall, there was a dusty square wooden table with a compass on it.

It was Hu Feifei and her friends who played with the compass used by Bixian here two months ago.

The compass, written with many independent Chinese characters, was also covered with dust.

Around the table, there were some broken beer bottles, potato chip bags and other garbage, and chairs and benches were all dumped on the floor, as if something had happened before.

The factory had been producing waste gas for many years, and the power had long been cut off. Taking advantage of the moonlight outside, Fang Lin moved two chairs and placed them next to the table.

Then, he took out a pen from his pocket.

Fang Lin smiled and asked, "You should have heard of the Bixian Game, right?

I'll play a pen fairy game with you. When it's over, we'll go back. "

Qiao Zhengchu was frightened and shook his head violently: "I won't play, I won't play!"

Fang Lin picked up a broken wine bottle and said, "To play or not to play?

I think you have heard more or less of my deeds.

What's more, you should have seen how I beat the female killer at the banquet just now.

Are you sure you want to spoil my fun? "

Qiao Zhengchu looked sad and thought for a long time before saying, "Then I'm done playing. Do you really let me go?"

"Of course." Fang Lin said with a smile, "I always mean what I say."