"Parents, the train is about to arrive at the terminal station - Shanghai. Please bring your luggage and leave the station in an orderly manner from the right door. Please be careful and wish you a happy journey."

The train slowly slowed down, and the old man happened to finish a Huangmei opera and started the preaching mode, "Young man, just now I was reading calligraphy. I tell you, calligraphy, he wants to talk about brushwork. Brushwork, how can I understand the brushwork?"

The old man, who was mixed with Wunong dialect, made Zhong Yue a little troubled.

"I understand, what the uncle said."

"Well, be more modest. You need to learn calligraphy. Go to Kaihongxuan to sign up for a class. Alah Sunnan learns calligraphy in it. The handwriting he wrote is very beautiful."

"Kai Hongxuan?" Zhong Yue raised his eyebrows, "Is the study run by Xiao Kaiwang?"

"Yes."

"Do you want money?"

The old man carried an old leather bag on his shoulder, "Of course, Ge wants money. Three hundred yuan in a class. Ala's son hurts. The money I gave. Learn some calligraphy, and you are naturally elegant with poetry and calligraphy. Is that a slightest thing to say?"

"I can't escape the 20,000 yuan in that year, right?"

"Hey, yes."

Zhong Yue thought to himself that this child’s money is really profitable. A child with 20,000 yuan a year. If there are 100 students, then it would be a 2 million yuan a year? Haha, maybe there are more than 100 students in Kaihongxuan.

"Then you are really rich."

"Haha, I have an occasional pension." The old man walked towards the car door.

Zhong Yue took off the suitcase from above and shook his head and sneered, "Your uncle, you are still your uncle after all..."

...

...

There was a huge crowd in the station, and the thin little man on the upper floor frowned, "Brother Qin, there are so many people, how can I find them?"

Fat Qin frowned, "The teacher sent him a message. I was in the car just now. It's hard to say that there is a place without a signal. Haven't that kid seen it yet?"

"Call me and ask, it's hard to say that I don't even read text messages."

"Um."

Fat Qin dialed the phone.

Zhong Yue, who had just walked out of the ramp, heard the phone ringing, and stopped, thinking that it was the driver sent by Ye An, who called, "Hey, hello, who?"

"Is it Zhong Yue?"

"right."

"I am Qin Yize from Kaihongxuan. The teacher said he appreciates you very much and wants to take you over and exchange calligraphy. I would like to mention you. I hope you cherish this hard-won opportunity."

Zhong Yue could hear that this was full of confidence.

Zhong Yue stood in the middle of the station square, "Is the teacher you are talking about Xiao Kai King?"

"Um."

"Okay, I understand." Zhong Yue hung up the phone, pulled the suitcase, and walked towards the exit.

When the thin man standing on the landscape stage saw Fat Qin moving the phone away, he smiled and said, "How is that? Did this guy hear that it was an invitation from the teacher, like a pug, and said he would come by himself? Then we don't lick our face and go to pick him up, otherwise it would be bad if he holds it too high and rides on our heads in the future."

"knew."

"What?"

Fat Qin turned his head and said with a mute look: "He said-I understand..."

...

Zhong Yue got into a black sedan.

The driver Lao Wang smiled and said, "Mr. Zhong, welcome to Shanghai."

"Hello. Mr. Ouyang and his wife are in good condition recently?"

"All are pretty good, the golden wedding ceremony is about to be held."

"That's good." Zhong Yue looked around and saw that when he arrived in the city, he realized that the prosperity of the metropolis was really not comparable to that of Huizhou. There were tall buildings lined up one after another, and the branches and leaves of the sycamore trees in the middle of the road were lush.

"It's really a pain to drive here." Zhong Yue said with a smile.

Just now, more than a dozen traffic lights have passed, stopping and walking, and the roads are in shattered.

The driver Lao Wang smiled and said, "It's like this in Shanghai. If there weren't a subway, not to mention a dozen traffic lights, even a hundred traffic lights would not be enough. It would be much better if you pass the road from Budong."

The car drove for more than half an hour, and the prosperity of an international metropolis was slightly reduced when it arrived in the west of the Bu. The car drove into a villa area and the driver said, "Manager Ye told me to take Mr. Zhong here to rest first."

"Yeah, OK."

"Time is still there. When I put down my luggage, do I want me to take Mr. Zhong around?"

"Since the subway is convenient, I won't bother you anymore. I'll just go around myself in the afternoon."

Lao Wang smiled and said, "Okay. There are still many places to play in Shanghai. You young people are out now and travel around the world with one mobile phone. When I first came to Shanghai, it took half a month to figure out the east, south, west and north."

The car arrived in front of a villa. After stopping, Lao Wang helped Zhong Yue carry his luggage in.

"You have a rest first, I will have a phone call with Manager Ye."

Zhong Yue took the water from the aunt next to him and said, "Is there anyone living here?" It can be seen that the person wearing an apron was obviously a hired cleaning lady.

"There are not often people living here. The chairman occasionally brings his wife to live there, so I have always been in charge of the cleaning work."

Zhong Yue looked at the luxurious decoration in the house and thought to himself, it was such a luxury. Such a large villa costs at least several million in Huizhou. This one can't escape in Shanghai where every inch of land is worth tens of millions. Now it is empty and unlimited. I really can't understand the world of rich people.

"Sister Liu, has the bedroom that Manager Ye said was tidying up?"

"I've packed it up long ago, Mr. Zhong, I'll help you carry the box in."

Zhong Yue was still looking at the oil painting on the wall. When he heard Aunt Liu call him, he came to his senses, "Oh, just call me Zhong Yue. Don't be too tired. I might stay for a day or two before going to school." He thought that as long as he completed the imitation task, he and Ouyang International could keep a distance.

He thought carefully that Xiao Kai Wang might approach him, and it is very likely that he wanted to join Ouyang Kaishan. Zhong Yue didn't want to touch this complicated interest relationship and was too lazy to deal with it. If he just leaned on Ouyang Kaishan because of a painting, it would be helpless.

No matter what, this spine cannot bend.

The driver Lao Wang came over and said with a smile: "Mr. Zhong, then it's up to you. Manager Ye said that it's still here tonight, and the chairman will hold a banquet to entertain you, so don't play too late. Call me if you have something to do."

"Okay, go ahead and get busy."

Zhong Yue, who is always followed by the driver, feels more or less uncomfortable when he is used to being casual.

He was drinking tea and planning to make something in the afternoon.

Since you have come to Shanghai, you can walk around and take a look. Being stuck in the house to practice calligraphy is not conducive to the development of your thinking.

Zhong Yue held his cell phone, planned his itinerary, and walked around. He called his master, Daguang and Gu Qin later. In the past few days, there has been no communication with Gu Qin. Some things, as men, must be responsible.

"Who are you?"

Zhong Yue turned his head and looked at the young man standing at the door, "Hello, I'm Zhong Yue."

"Zhong Yue? I don't know you, why are you at my house?"

"I was invited by Mr. Ouyang." Zhong Yue saw this young young man who was a little angry, probably Ouyang Kaishan's grandson.

"Mr. Ouyang? Which Mr. Ouyang?"

Aunt Liu, who was upstairs, heard the noise and walked over in slippers, "Xiao Ming, Zhong Yue was invited by the chairman."

Ouyang Ming inserted his pocket and said suspiciously: "Grandpa invited me?"

"What's wrong with you here?"

"The jade hairpin that grandma usually loves to wear is said to have fallen upstairs. Aunt Liu, please help me take it down."

"Oh, okay. By the way, Zhong Yue, your guest room has been packed, the third one above the left."

Zhong Yue said, "Oh, okay, thank you Aunt Liu."

Ouyang Ming was in his pants pocket, "You still want to live here?"

"Maybe stay for one or two days."

"It's inconvenient."

Zhong Yue looked at the unhappy feeling on Ouyang Ming's face and smiled and said, "You don't have to be so careful about me. I came here just to attend Mr. Ouyang's golden wedding ceremony and do a favor."

"Do you know who has lived here? Apart from grandpa and grandma, I have never lived there. My elder brother and sister have several cousins, and I have never lived there. Please be aware of your appearance and move out."

The young master's arrogance seemed to be saying with sharp eyes, "Looking in our Ouyang family relationship." At the age of sixteen or seventeen, with a prominent family background and a wealthy life since childhood, Zhong Yue looked at this young man full of edges and angular thoughts about Wang Ximeng in the painting realm, which is really incomparable.

However, this is someone else's family matter, and Zhong Yue was too lazy to care about these messy things, so he said, "Yes, if Mr. Ouyang agrees."

After saying that, he took a step forward and looked at the young man indifferently, "If you let me go, I have to go out to see the beautiful scenery in Shanghai."

"stop."

Zhong Yue shook his head and smiled. He was so kind that he was bullied. This young master from the Ouyang family really lost his grade.

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...

In the business building, Fat Qin stood aside, looked at Wang Geyun's pen, and finished copying the "Huangting Jing", and did not dare to breathe in the middle.
To be continued...