The Qiao family... Mr. Qiao... the monk... the masterpiece...

When all these words came together, the energy generated was astonishing. At this moment, the people who were shocked were no longer the people on the scene, but the older generation behind many big companies were secretly inquiring.

Looking at the terrifying amount of money rising steadily, many people can't help but marvel.

Especially those who did not know the inside story looked at the bidding from several parties with a look of horror.

Ten million...twenty million...thirty million...

The air conditioner is obviously on, but the sweat on the heads of many people cannot help but remain. Are these guys crazy?

No matter how good the writing is, even if it is recommended by the person who recommended it, isn't it just one word? And there are three of them, so they start fighting for the first one?

Lin Ziyan nervously grabbed Xu Jun's arm, and the special soldier was already in a daze. The sound of adding more money could be heard in his ears.

"Young Master, do you need to work so hard?"

Fang Zuyang's rare expression was serious, and his twinkling pupils showed his inner unrest.

"You don't understand, this calligraphy can already be regarded as a magic weapon, and in the monk circle, this kind of magic weapon is more precious than ordinary attack magic weapons."

"Whether it is for ordinary people or monks, it has an extremely great effect."

"More likely..."

Speaking of this, even the young man couldn't help but reveal a trace of greedy desire.

"If you observe it often and once you have an epiphany, with the help of some spiritual herbs, ordinary people may be able to become monks."

In the box, everyone gasped.

Monk!

An extremely sacred word, an existence that can shock everyone.

Don't look at the fact that so many monks died during the previous assassination. That was because the opponent's enemy was also a monk.

And if they were really just ordinary people, those monks would have succeeded long ago and could easily leave.

And it is said that monks live longer than ordinary people.

With all these benefits added up, who wouldn’t want to become a monk?

Nowadays, this calligraphy actually has this ability. It is not even a consumable. It can be passed down to future generations, and no one wants to compete.

"Master Qi is definitely a transcendent master. Otherwise, how could he be willing to auction such a treasure." Mo Chuanchuan sighed with a faint tone.

She really wanted to meet Master Qi, even if he was an old man, she would still agree to him.

Compared to Fang Zuyang, she longs for the power she can control.

"I can only admire this kind of master all my life. If I can meet him, it will be a blessing." Fang Zuyang murmured, sighing, what a state this is, just a piece of calligraphy can influence others.

Butler Lin was even more shocked. He was a monk after all, and he was among the monks, but he had never seen anyone like Master Qi.

"We don't need to think about it. This kind of person can only be seen by the Qiao family."

The competition has reached a fever pitch, and what follows is Master Qi.

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Although no one knows or recognizes him, this reputation has completely spread in Licheng City tonight.

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"Receiving Mo Chuanchuan's worship, the merit value is 30."

"Receiving Fang Zuyang's worship, the merit value is 88."

"Received Xu Jun's admiration, merit value is 54."

"Received Zhongli's admiration..."

"Received the admiration of Ge Shuaishuai..."

Qi Chen, who had just sent Su Yunyun home and was wandering with the fat man on the roadside, opened the list and saw a series of messages.

He opened his mouth wide and couldn't figure it out for a moment. Did these people collectively eat puffer fish and get poisoned or have a collective convulsion? Why are they so baffled? Why do they worship themselves?

There are also a bunch of complete strangers.

Qi Chen turned his head and looked in the direction of the auction, and suddenly seemed to remember something. I'm afraid those people admired his calligraphy.

He shook his head in amusement.

He never thought that his calligraphy was bad, but he also never thought that his calligraphy was very good. At least the teacher who lived across from his house could write extremely beautifully.

Even though Qi Chen has Forgotten Sword Jue, his calligraphy spirit is not as good as that ordinary teacher.

Qi Ling once said that even if ordinary people have not become monks, some people's state of mind is far beyond that of monks.

Looking at the rising merit value, he smiled broadly and could eat a few more radishes tomorrow.

It's a pity that there are no thunderstorms today, otherwise we might be able to survive the disaster again.

"Hey, Chenzi, how did the wound on your hand heal?" The fat man suddenly looked at Qi Chen's wound.

There was only a shallow scar left on the wound, as if it was about to scab.

"Because I have superpowers, my wounds can heal quickly."

The fat man grinned and mocked: "You have super powers, so I also have super powers."

"What are your superpowers?"

The fat man patted his chest and said proudly: "Super rich."

Whoosh whoosh!

Qi Chen felt a pain in his chest and a thousand arrows piercing his heart.

Can he beat this fat man to death?

"No kidding, madman, are you really planning to stay at Qingyuan Group from now on?" the fat man said seriously.

Qi Chen nodded. He had no good place to go for the time being, and the treatment from Qingyuan Group was indeed good.

"Fat man, what about you?"

"Me?" Fatty worried, "I originally wanted to stay and work in Licheng City, but my parents wouldn't let me go and insisted on letting me go back and inherit their company. I would be a rich second generation, eh..."

"It's also my fault that I don't have the ability, otherwise I would be able to escape their control and have no choice but to go back."

"Hey, madman, what are you doing?"

"Don't get excited, don't pick up bricks, and say what you have to say."

"I think if you are not a good person, I won't give you Su Yunyun's WeChat account!" Qi Chen threatened.

"Brother, handsome boy, if you don't do this, you will make me cut off my descendants."

Under the dim light, the two figures gradually walked away.

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When Qi Chen returned to the rental house, a small lamp was still on in the living room, and a thin figure curled up quietly on the sofa.

The old electric fan was blowing loudly, nodding every now and then, like a sleepy old man.

The lighting is soft, everything in the house is kept clean, and the bottles and jars in the kitchen are in order.

Qi Chen is not a person who knows how to organize things. If it weren't for Chi Suisui, I'm afraid this place would have been a mess.

He walked over softly and picked up the little girl.

"It's heavy, not bad." Qi Chen was full of joy, but also blamed himself very much.

He finally understood why this girl was so insecure. The shadow from childhood would probably be unforgettable for her for the rest of her life.

Even in summer, this body is still a little cold.

A child of four or five years old walked through the snow-capped mountains, begging all the way from north to south.

"Qi Chen, don't leave." In her sleep, Chi Suisui held on to Qi Chen's clothes tightly.

"If you don't leave, I will not leave you, nor will I send you away."

I have the ability to protect her and this family.

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Early the next morning, when Qi Chen woke up, Chi Suisui had already gone back to school.

There were two steamed buns and a bottle of milk on the table, still hot.

Qi Chen, who was full of joy, did not go to exercise after breakfast, but went straight back to the company.

The life of an intern is not busy, but it is not boring either.

for example.....

Qi Chen rushed to Helian Congcong's office early in the morning.

Helian Congcong was wearing a strict shirt and light makeup, looking slightly haggard. He originally wanted to drink a cup of tea to refresh himself, but saw Qi Chen walking in angrily.

Qi Chen slapped his hand on the table, his eyes full of anger: "Helian Congcong, you are so shameless."

"In our company, every employee gets a cold drink subsidy of 1,000 yuan a month in summer."

"For interns, it's six hundred."

Qi Chen poked at the screen of his smartphone from a few years ago, and his saliva almost flew to Helian Congcong's face.

"Look, how old I am."

"three hundred!"

"You are avenging a private vendetta!"

Helian Congcong smiled coldly, pursed his thin lips, and said, "I am just avenging my personal revenge."

Qi Chen took three steps back.

"You, you, you, how can you be so shameless and so confident?"

Helian never paid attention to it.

Qi Chen gritted his teeth. He didn't want to reason and was about to leave, but he saw an extra pair of calligraphy in the office.

If he read it correctly, this is exactly what he wrote about seeing sentient beings!

Unexpectedly, one of them would fall into the hands of Helian Congcong, who probably bought it through someone else.

Helian Congcong saw Qi Chen looking at the calligraphy in a daze, and said sarcastically: "When will you, an ignorant person like you, learn to appreciate art?"

"The same surname is Qi, Master Qi is much better than you."

"Receiving the worship of Helian Congcong, the merit value is 50."
Chapter completed!