Oh, buy words...

Xie Xihe became interested: "How much does it cost?"

Wang Jieqing thought she would refuse, and was already ready to persuade her. So when he heard this, he almost didn't react, but when he reacted, he immediately showed excitement.

He directly stretched out a hand: "Fifty thousand... no, eighty thousand! I am willing to pay eighty thousand for this word!"

After saying this, not to mention everyone present, even Xie Xihe was stunned for a moment.

He shook the copybook in his hand with some suspicion: "You can buy me a word for 80,000 yuan, are you sure?"

Wang Jieqing saw the thin paper shaking and shaking, which made his heart tighten. He quickly stretched out his hand to hold it under the copybook and said: "Of course I am sure, please stop shaking it."

It would be a pity if it accidentally flew out and got damaged."

Xie Xihe: "..."

I really want to say that if one sentence is broken, it will be broken. If it doesn't work, she will just write another one.

But after looking at Wang Jieqing, who was still looking at the copybook eagerly, he finally endured it.

After thinking about it, I handed the copybook directly to him and said, "Forget it, it's just one word, I'll give it to you."

Wang Jieqing's eyes were shocked and he was very moved, but he still shook his head and insisted: "Since we said 80,000, then 80,000!"

Xie Xihe said again: "..."

She has met countless people in her last life plus this one, but she may be the first one like Wang Jieqing who rushes to give money.

Is there so much money that there is no place to go?

She was confused, but Wang Jieqing was even more confused than she was.

She wrote the copybook herself. Doesn’t she even know the mystery in it?

His eyes swept over the people in the banquet hall who were staring at him, and then looked at Xie Xihe and the copybook in her hand. After hesitation, he gritted his teeth and turned over the copybook in his hand, showing the back side in front of everyone.

He didn't need to say anything more. After seeing the back of the copybook, everyone was shocked.

Someone immediately exclaimed: "Double-sided post, this is actually a double-sided post!"

"It's really a double-sided copybook, and the fonts on both sides of the copybook are completely different. This... isn't this Mr. Lin's unique secret skill? Is there anyone else in the world who knows it?!"

"Oh my god, it turns out to be a double-sided post. No wonder Teacher Wang is willing to pay 80,000 yuan for a word! It's totally worth the price!!"

"..."

Amidst the discussion, Xie Xihe finally understood.

A somewhat complicated look flashed in her eyes. She glanced sideways at Wang Jieqing and confirmed, "Mr. Lin they are talking about, Lin Jing'an?"

Wang Jieqing's face was full of respect: "It's Mr. Lin Jing'an."

His eyes moved down and fell on the copybook in Xie Xihe's hand again, and he said with some emotion: "Mr. Lin shocked the calligraphy world with his double-sided calligraphy, but soon after he stopped writing and retired, countless people came to ask for a copy.

However, he rejected all of them on the grounds that 'the man has passed away and there is no need for the copybooks to survive', which has become a great regret for countless calligraphy lovers."

As he spoke, he suddenly came to his senses, shook his head and said with a smile: "Look at me, I'm so excited that I'm dizzy. Since Miss Xie can write a double-sided post, she must be someone close to Mr. Lin, so how can she not

Know these things."

Xie Xihe's eyebrows lowered at some point, and his voice was so low that it was almost inaudible: "I really don't know..."

Those were all things that happened after her death in her previous life, so how did she learn about it?

Wang Jieqing didn't notice anything unusual about her, and showed excitement again: "I thought I would never have the chance to see the magnificence of a double-sided post in this life, but I never thought that I would bump into it here today."

“Ms.

This time Xie Xihe didn't say anything more. He directly took out the WeChat payment code and handed it to him, saying: "Transfer the money."

She didn't accept it before because she thought it was just one word. She could write thousands and eight hundred of them easily. Selling it for 80,000 yuan would be too dark.

But now that she knows that Lin Jing'an has made her double-sided post famous and has become a masterpiece, she doesn't feel any pressure to accept this money anymore.

At worst, I can give him some of the publicity money later...

Perhaps it was because he made a fortune unexpectedly, or perhaps he accidentally learned news about an old friend from his previous life, that Xie Xihe's initially irritable mood suddenly improved a lot.

He was not in a hurry to leave.

After calling Wang Jieqing, he returned to the sofa area and inquired about Lin Jingan's news.

Wang Jieqing talked about everything he knew, and they talked happily.

On the other side, Zhou Wanrou could no longer maintain even the most basic smile.

She looked at her forgotten copybook, and then looked at the countless people who were looking at Xie Xihe openly and covertly, and felt that she had been slapped hard on the face again, making her want to throw away her hands and leave.

But she can't...

She had already failed miserably in the competition with Xie Xihe, and she must not lose her reputation as a loser again!

With regret and regret in her heart, and her expression changing, she suddenly squeezed the phone in her hand and walked quickly towards the bathroom.

"Sister Wanrou!"

Shen Mengyue's worried and self-reproaching shouts came from behind, but instead of stopping, she accelerated her movements and disappeared from everyone's sight in the blink of an eye.

*

Xie Xihe made a lot of mistakes about Lin Jing'an's situation after her death in her previous life, and finally let Wang Jieqing go.

Wang Jieqing looked at the girl lazily leaning on the sofa in front of him, hesitated for a moment, and finally asked the doubt in his heart: "Miss Xie, I wonder what is the relationship between Mr. Lin and you?"

He asked tentatively: "Teacher?"

Xie Xihe, who was about to say "old friend": "..."

He glanced at his palms, which were whiter and more delicate than in his previous life, thought for a while, and nodded: "That's right."

When she met Lin Jing'an in her previous life, he was already sixty years old, more than forty years older than her, and could barely be called a year-end friend.

She is almost eighty now. It would be too inconsistent for a girl under twenty to say that she is an old friend.

The key is that no one will believe you even if you tell me.

Just be a teacher.

Wang Jieqing said "It's true" on his face, and the smile on his face became a little more enthusiastic, and he said: "Then Miss Xie, does she know where Mr. Lin has gone now?"

For fear that the other party would misunderstand, he quickly explained: "I don't want to inquire about the whereabouts of the old gentleman. It's just that my father regards Mr. Lin as his lifelong idol. Now he is bedridden. His biggest wish is to see the old gentleman. So if it is possible, I would like to

Please thank Miss for helping convey this matter."

Xie Xihe suddenly said: "No wonder you paid 80,000 yuan for a word of mine. Is this for your father?"

Wang Jieqing sighed: "Exactly."

Xie Xihe nodded to express his understanding and said: "I haven't seen him for a long time, and I don't know where he went. I will remember to tell you when I see him next time."

Wang Jieqing's eyes showed regret, but this was expected. He sighed and stopped pestering him.

Okay, you know everything you need to know, and it's almost time to go home.
Chapter completed!