Tan Yongzhi stood by the windowsill of the Book Hall with white knuckles. She had not closed her eyes for a day and a night.

"Eat something and go to bed." Qi Changbing, who was originally cursing Tan Yongzhi's stinky woman, listened to Zhao Liqiu's analysis. Now, looking at the development of the situation, it is indeed the case.

Who benefits?

It seems that none of them. Then he is not so stupid, fighting in the nest. Moreover, he feels a little uncomfortable when he looks at Tan Yongzhi's haggard appearance.

"It's still not clear?"

Tam Yongzhi shook her head, "For some reason, she was able to connect for a while last night, but she was always busy, and then she could not connect again."

In the square outside the Calligraphy Museum, many scholars from different schools of Japanese calligraphy came, visiting different calligraphy cultures in three countries. However, the "Zhong Family Letter", which makes people want to have a close look, is unable to find a place to be exhibited.

The conference neither explained where it was nor did it say whether there was such a work to be exhibited. These made many people wonder. If it was not good, Japanese and Chinese people also took time to appreciate the calligraphy exhibition. However, they could never find the pinnacle work of the Chinese delegation. As for the calligraphy treasures left by Chen Tingzhi and others, it was not that they could not be read. They could only say that they were already very high-level at the calligraphy level, but they did not feel that way.

Just like making a movie, some directors have a lot of depth, the main line, the hidden line, the plot and the costumes are all first-class and exquisite, spending tens of millions of dollars, and then the box office is upset. If the audience doesn't buy it, it's still a bad movie.

The calligraphy is a little better. If you write in a proper way, you will not say that you are bad. If you wait a lot, you will just not be outstanding. However, if you are used to being outstanding, then look at the masterpieces who have put a lot of effort into brushwork. I can only say, OK... it's OK, it's great... you are far inferior to the ancients.

Qi Changbin drank the coffee he had just bought from the vending machine. When he saw Zhao Liqiu coming over, he chuckled and said, "Our Chief Officer Zhao is here. Come on, Officer Zhao, analyze where Zhong Yue has slipped?"

Zhao Liqiu leaned against the windowsill with a serious face, with his hands in his pockets, "The situation is not good now."

"What's the meaning?"

"Zhong Yue's situation may be very dangerous."

Tam Yongzhi said: "Actually... we know that you were trapped in a hotel before."

"Do you know it was made by Miyi Gushan and Heichichi of Ekou?"

“Why not call the police?”

Unexpectedly, the two of them directly said the mastermind's name and said in fear: "We, if we do this, you will most likely not be able to survive."

Zhao Liqiu murmured with a pale face: "Everything is natural. It's exactly what we guessed before. He turned his head and looked out the window. Zhong Yue was in trouble."

"It changed the old man's will. Now, Isn't it not..."

"Do you have their previous phone calls? Our phones have all been processed."

Tan Yongzhi quickly took out her cell phone, "I deleted the previous text message, but I wrote down that number."

"Why don't we leave it to them for processing?" Qi Changbin suddenly felt that the three of them alone were not enough to control the situation.

"What are you doing standing here? Go back to the hotel and pack your suitcases, and let's go home!" Kui Zhengdong looked dejected, "These Japanese people who are not humane at all."

"President Kui..."

"how?"

"Have anyone talked about Zhong Yue's work with the organizer of the conference?"

Kui Zhengdong raised his eyebrows, "We had a dispute with them yesterday. In addition to the professional scores, they were still in the box. They just refused to display the copy of Zhong Yue's works as works. Now it is an era, and they still say that there is a gap between the copy and the original, which is disrespect for the conference and other contestants. This is a scan and copy, not a printed rubbing!"

"Didn't anyone come to talk to the organizer except us?"

Kui Zhengdong has been exhausted these days, "Who else can I have? Zhong Yue has come?"

"No."

"Then let's go back, these grandchildren are just shameless!"

"What about Zhong Yue, what should I do?"

Kui Zhengdong said: "He has bought so many LED advertising spaces. Do you think he is short of a ticket? If you leave, why are you worried about him?"

"I think it's necessary for us to find him." Tan Yongzhi hesitated for a moment and said.

"No, you..." Kui Zhengdong seemed to understand a little, glared at Qi Changbing and Zhao Liqiu, and a hint of displeasure in his eyes, "Did you tell him?"

"Our previous lives are actually in the hands of both of them..."

After listening to Tan Yongzhi's story, Kui Zhengdong was so scared that he was sweating all over. If he was killed, it would be even more unfair than Dou E.

"Why didn't you tell me about such a big thing before?"

Zhao Liqiu said a little solemnly: "Now, our fate and Zhong Yue may have been replaced."

Kui Zhengdong's face turned pale, "What... these lunatics want to do!"

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The speeding sports car parked outside the Book Hall.

Huang Youwei pressed the voice again and listened to the familiar voice in her ears.

"Well, I will be obedient and wait for you to come back." She held this work written for her in her hand. Although she understood that Zhong Yue must have encountered some trouble, she believed that this brother who gave her too many miracles would definitely keep his promise and come back.

"I've gone."

Ouyang Ming smiled tiredly, "Go, I'd better accompany you."

Huang Youwei shook her head, "I want to go there alone."

Ning Yu, who was looking at Huang Youwei with heartache, pulled Ouyang Ming's shoulder, "Let her be quiet alone. She was too tired that night."

"Hey." Ouyang Ming gave up and lay on the steering wheel, "I'm so tired. Remember to call me when I'm back."

The car door is closed.

Ning Yu looked at the two of them anxious, uneasy, angry, excited, and puzzled all night. It seemed that they had more emotions in the evening than she had spent a year. She didn't quite understand what was going on.

However, the most uncomfortable thing about this sexy man in the car is that he doesn't know what happened...

But something must have happened!

As the organizer has not responded for a long time, many reporters consulted the staff of the Book Hall.

"Are you worried that Japanese Books will lose to China, so that you will deliberately hide the talented young man in China?"

"We want to listen to the voice of the Chinese calligraphy corps. Why is no representative of the Chinese calligraphy vocal? "

"Is this game fair?"

Huang Youwei walked through the crowd and walked to the blank booth.

The hanging on top was a little taller, and she tiptoed slightly, just in time to reach it.

“Hey…huh!”

Huang Youwei pulled the rope, and the framed "Zhong Family Letter" was like an old wine in the old altar that had been kept for thousands of years.

Open the cover,

Start the altar!

"Hey, here!"

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Chapter completed!