Tang Ye had already taken off his clothes and went to bed, and was watching "Tokyo Love Story" with his pillow. Perhaps only with her experience can she cherish this innocence on TV. When she was watching it, she received a call from Wen Liang. She did not use her cell phone, but called from a public phone. It was hard for him to find the phone booths that were still open on the street so late.

After a few words, Tang Ye got up to wash, came out of the bathroom, walked to the living room and opened the window to feel the temperature outside. He found a purple pure trench coat from the wardrobe. Guanshan in October had a bit of coolness in early autumn. After driving for more than half an hour, he arrived at a clean but deep alley in Sanqiu District, and parked the car against the five-pointed maple tree on the side of the road. Tang Ye looked around and put his hands in the pocket of the windbreaker. The heels of the small deer-skinned Martin boots were stepped on the ground, making a clattering sound. Occasionally, a few light purple maple leaves fell from the back behind her, freezing the picture between the flying movements of the corners of her clothes.

Taking advantage of the dim street lights in the alley, Tang Ye came to a small iron door, picked up the tiger-head ring on the door and knocked it five times. The door opened quietly from the inside, and waited for Tang Ye to flash in and close quietly.

It was the secret private room we met last time. The wall lights on the surrounding walls were bright. Wen Liang knelt beside the coffee table, holding a brush in his right hand and didn't know what to write on the spread rice paper. When he heard the sound of the door opening, he smiled without raising his head: "It's so late, is it disturbing you to rest?"

The temperature in the room was moderate, Tang Ye took off his windbreaker and hung it on the clothes hanger at the door, revealing the pale white waist-packing skirt inside, and his slender figure was fully visible.

"No. I'm watching TV at home, it's still early to go to bed!"

Wen Liang seemed to have completed the work in his hand, looked at him with satisfaction, waved to Tang Ye and said, "Come and see, how do these words be written?"

Tang Ye walked slowly to him and looked down curiously. He saw eight words written on the paper: The way of a saint. A dragon and a snake. She has been an editor and reporter for many years. She has been a basic skill in calligraphy. She can tell that Wen Liang's words are good. However, although her form and spirit are sufficient, she is slightly inferior, and she cannot be considered a good word. She immediately smiled and said, "A little bit of loss of place is like a beauty's disease. A stroke is like a broken arm of a hero!"

The meaning of this sentence is that there is something in the words that are not well written, just like a beauty breaking an eye and not well written, just like a hero breaking an arm. Wen Liang laughed and said, "Although I haven't heard the words, I can guess it's a harm to me! You literati criticize and correct me. You must say so genius, how can you understand such a rough man?"

Tang Ye said angrily: "Boss, you are unreasonable. When you ask me, I will answer truthfully. Can't you listen to the unpleasant words and can only flatter me?"

Wen Liang is naturally not a rough man. Most people who practice calligraphy have read Wang Xizhi's "Brush Style" and it is still controversial whether the author of this famous book is Wang Xizhi, but it is generally believed that it should be the Wang School's calligraphy theory. This sentence comes from Chapter 12 of "Brush Style". Wen Liang knew it as soon as he heard it. Seeing that Tang Ye played a joke with him for the first time, he felt very interesting. He handed over the brush and changed it to a piece of rice paper, and said, "It's just a blowjob, and I don't take out some real skills. Be careful that I will deduct your salary!"

Deducting wages is the only way to deal with Chang Cheng. Wen Liang is lazy and wants to eat everything with one trick. However, Tang Ye doesn't eat this trick, and gave him a blank look and said, "Have you paid me a salary?"

Wen Liang thought it was really true and said embarrassedly: "This is not important anymore. Come on, look at your arrogant attitude, you must have real skills. Write a few words for me to see!"

Tang Ye took the brush, glanced at him lightly, and praised: "The Shanlian Lake pen in Dai Yuexuan in the capital will not be dispersed, and the laying will not be soft, but it is very valuable!"

Wen Liang really didn't understand this. He was slightly stunned, pointed to the inkstone next to him and said, "Expert, see where this is?"

"This... should be a Tao inkstone, with a silky texture and a beautiful complexion. What's particularly valuable is that the insulation is very good, so it is very popular in the north!"

Only then did Wen Liang realize that he had asked Cai Lian to make a set of pens, ink, paper and inkstones before, but he actually made all the best products. It was so late and in such a short time, it was really difficult for him.

Cai Lian is the new person in charge of this tea shop, and is actually not a complete newcomer. Because since the construction of the tea shop, he has been stationed in Guanshan with Ye Zhiwei. During this period, Ye Zhiwei had to take care of Su Hai's side, and almost all trivial matters fell on him. When the tea shop opened, before Ye Zhiwei returned to Su Hai, he recommended Cai Lian to Wen Liang, so he naturally became the general manager of the tea shop, and was also the eyeliner and intelligence leader whom Wen Liang placed in Guanshan.

Such a person can be considered a matter of being so smart!

"This relationship is good, it's all good things. When you write ugly words later, you can't complain that the tools are not good!"

"A stingy man!" Tang Ye muttered, rolled up his sleeves, and his beautiful white wrist flashed with crystal light spots. He held the pen and wrote the same eight words like flowing clouds and water. While writing, he said: "Flat is horizontal, straight is vertical, both are intermittent, dense is the intersection, tip is the end, and force is the body!"

As soon as she finished speaking, she stopped writing and wanted to say that Wen Liang's words had strong bone strength and exuded masculine beauty. Tang Ye's words were concise and exquisite, with a sense of gentleness. But just as the twelve meanings of Zhong Yao's calligraphy she recited just now, Wen Liang's words had no tips to finish, and were a little slow, which was indeed slightly inferior!

"Good word!"

Wen Liang admired it, put the rice paper on one side and waited for the ink to dry, and said, "How about this word? I will frame it tomorrow and hang it in this room to add some taste to me."

This is where Wen Liang welcomes guests to meet friends. If she really hangs it up, then wouldn’t anyone else see the letter she wrote? Although she can’t sign it, and irrelevant people will not know that it was from her own hands, Tang Ye was still a little inexplicably shy. This mood was a rare experience for her. She made a gesture to snatch it and said, “No, I’ll tear it up now.”

"No!" Wen Liang crossed his hands, blocking her way, shouting: "I'll give it money, can't I give it money?"

When Tang Ye saw Wen Liang playing a scoundrel, he was angry and funny. He said, "Yes, you offer the offer!"

Wen Liang tentatively said, "Fifty cents?"

Tang Ye Liu frowned, and his beautiful eyes condensed into ice. Wen Liang hurriedly stretched out five fingers and said, "Five hundred thousand!"

Five hundred thousand?

How many works can you buy from famous contemporary calligraphers at this price? Tang Ye deliberately teased him and said with a smile: "Okay. Get the deal, get the money!"

Wen Liang licked his face and said, "I owe you first, and I will give it to you when I have money."

Tang Ye stared at him. It seemed to see how thick this face was. Wen Liang quickly put on an innocent and cute expression, making her burst into laughter, like a flower blooming on the earth.

Since the two met, from temptation to heart-to-heart talk, they usually talk about work more often, and rarely chat casually. Wen Liang and considerate Tang Ye’s past, pay great attention to the degree and scale in their words. If they hadn’t seen her in a good mood tonight, they would not have been so casual. However, occasionally getting along with each other easily is the only way to maintain loyalty and friendship. After all, women are emotional animals, and just paying equal attention to kindness and power is not enough to ensure that they will last forever!

After the chat, the main thing started to talk about. Wen Liang first informed Tang Ye in detail about what happened tonight, and then asked seriously: "Do you think it's feasible?"

Tang Ye's mind was spinning rapidly, and he didn't answer for a moment because she had to digest too much information and had to find the flaws and loopholes in the entire action in an instant, so as to make up for Wen Liang's shortcomings and improve the plan.

Wen Liang was waiting quietly. After a while, Tang Ye suddenly looked up and asked, "I have a question!"

"speak!"

"I remember the last time, it was also in this place. The boss told me in person that Gao Tianfang had defected to him and promised to help us do things, right?"

"Yes, that's the case!"

"But in the plan tonight, Gao Tianfang will become an abandoned son. Once he is bitten by Liu Jiangpan, he will become the key target of the Commission for Discipline Inspection, and then report to Chen Zongzhi... In this way, let alone his career, even whether his personal freedom can be guaranteed..."

Wen Liang's eyes slowly narrowed, and said softly, "What do you mean is that I not only lied to him, but also used him, but also completely ruined his life?"

Tang Ye was shocked and noticed Wen Liang's expression. He felt a little scared in his heart and hurriedly explained: "I don't mean this..."

It is actually not important whether Tang Ye has this meaning, but what is important is that like Gao Tianfang, she also defected to Wen Liang's command. Although one is voluntary and the other is forced, there is no fundamental difference in nature. Today, Gao Tianfang lost his value of use, or after he was squeezed out all the value, he was cruelly abandoned by Wen Liang. If tomorrow, Tang Ye would have no value, would he encounter the same fate?

The rabbit dies and the fox is sad, and the lips dies and teeth are cold. Especially for Tang Ye, a person who lacks security, even if he can't think of this now, it won't take long, suspicion and fear will begin to sprout in her heart!

Wen Liang sighed and said, "Tang Ye, you will know what kind of person I am in the future. Now I need you to do something. Tomorrow I will use this character to meet Yin Qingquan and ask him to criticize and correct me. It is best to give me another calligraphy according to these eight characters!"

Tang Ye felt wronged. She really didn't have the same thoughts. But since Wen Liang didn't listen to her explanation, he silently said in his heart, "What kind of person I am, you will naturally know in the future, and then calm down and listen carefully to his instructions."

Seeing that he handed himself the earliest writing, Tang Ye suddenly understood Wen Liang's intention:

The way of the saint is one dragon and one snake!

This is the words in Dongfang Shuo's "Admonishment to My Son" in the Han Dynasty. Wen Liang used this to show kindness to Yin Qingquan, who was excellent in calligraphy. If he asked for a gift of ink, he lowered his posture and regarded himself as his junior, and also asked his elders to give advice to him. The eight words mean that the person should behave according to the times and act according to the situation. This is to advise Yin Qingquan not to be stubborn and support the metaphor of taking action against Chen Zongzhi, which is exactly in line with the words "Administering to My Son"!

Things that seem simple actually contain a lot of knowledge. It is not because they have been tempered in society for many years and have understood the world. It is difficult to be so light and not leak.

Tang Ye folded the characters, but thought to himself, if such a person is a rough man, who else can be called a scholar in the world? (To be continued, please search Piaotianwen, novels are better, updated and faster!
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