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"I want to give a calligraphy and painting of the old man of the Wu family, and I will give Chen a calligraphy and painting of debt. (See the latest chapter and please go to the bookkeeper of the bookkeeper-kanshuge) It is the tombkeeper of your Zhaozhuang. But that man is too stubborn and has an ancient style. His calligraphy and paintings can only be asked for, but not bought. He really regards money as dirt. His calligraphy and paintings are the highest price among the living contemporary calligraphers and painters. If he wants to get rich, it will take a minute. But he would rather burn his paintings than sell them. Moreover, anyone who goes to ask for calligraphy and paintings, whether you are the Heavenly King or the Yanjun of the Netherworld, as long as he is unhappy, he will not paint you or write for you if you say the Great Heaven." Lin Hao said a little helplessly, it seems that he had hit a nail in front of Chen Xiaodao.

Zhao Changqi immediately understood what Lin Hao meant. He wanted to ask him for a painting and calligraphy for him as a gift to the old man of the Wu family.

Zhao Changqi knew Chen Xiaodao's strange temper.

Chen Xiaodao doesn't sell his calligraphy and paintings, but the way of selling is very special. As long as you buy a cemetery in Zhaozhuang, Chen Xiaodao will write a tombstone for you. In order to achieve the satisfaction of the buyer, he will first draw a draft on rice paper, and only after the buyer is satisfied will he start to engrave the inscription. Chen Xiaodao will give the previous draft to the buyer.

Chen Xiaodao's move was originally intended to make the cemetery business better, but what he unexpectedly had was another chain reaction. In the contemporary calligraphy and painting market, almost one word that Chen repays debts is a tombstone, and one word that Chen repays debts is a tombstone.

As a result, because of this, the Chinese cultural circle gave Chen Xiaodao a nickname: "Tombstone Sanren".

Zhao Changqi thought for a while and said, "Okay, I can try it. But the ugliness said that Chen's debt repayment temper is also known. Although I am from Zhaozhuang, I can ask for it, and I said it."

"Okay. That's so thankful to Brother Zhao. I'll treat you another day." Lin Hao said happily. Although Zhao Changqi did not take over a lot of things, he knew that as long as Zhao Changqi spoke, Chen Gongbao would agree. He had asked in Zhaozhuang that if there was only one person in the world who could ask for calligraphy and paintings from Chen Gongbao, then this person must be Zhao Changqi.

Lin Hao also thought about the relationship between Zhao Changqi and Chen's debt repayment, but he did not think of any reason. He had also secretly investigated Chen's debt repayment, but only found out that Chen's former name was Chen Xiaodao, who was once the underground brother of Linhe City. However, why Chen Xiaodao suddenly ran to Zhaozhuang to be a tomb viewer and had a lame leg, he didn't know.

In fact, in China, Chen’s life experience of repaying debts is as mysterious as his calligraphy and paintings. Perhaps this is one of the reasons why Chen Xiaodao became so popular. A gangster brother suddenly lived in seclusion and became a tomb viewer, and finally became a master of art. The story here is very attractive.

Zhao Changqi did not tell Lin Hao what he encountered in Wanbao Village. Now that the police have rushed over, he believes that the police will handle the matter well. Moreover, although Lin Hao has not received any news yet, Zhao Changqi believes that it will not take long before he will know. His secretary's mailbox is not a decoration.

After arriving in Jiahe City, Zhao Changqi found a roadside shop, ate something casually, and then rushed back to Zhaozhuang.

When Zhao Changqi returned to Zhaozhuang, it was already past two o'clock in the afternoon. He went to Xiaomei's sister-in-law's house first.

Gu Xiaomei's illness has been cured, she is in good spirits, and has returned to her former appearance. She didn't want to go to Pingchuan County with Zhao Changqi. She was reluctant to leave the home she had lived with Zhao Datong.

Finally, it was only after Zhao Datong's old mother that she made up her mind to follow Zhao Changqi to Pingchuan County to take a look. Gu Xiaomei's son, who was in junior high school, also supported her mother to go out for a walk.

This is what my son in junior high school said to his mother: "Mom, just go out for a walk. I know you can't forget your father, but his father has passed away after all. We always have to look forward. I don't want you to jump off the building again. If you go out for a walk, maybe you can find a new father for me."

"What are you talking about, your child?" Gu Xiaomei patted her son's head lovingly, feeling a little emotional. Last time she jumped off the building and committed suicide, if it weren't for her son, she would probably not have survived again. Since the whole family is willing to do it, why should she worry them? Even her teenage son has to worry about her, an adult. Isn't this a fool?

Zhao Changqi waited until Gu Xiaomei personally agreed to go with him tomorrow morning before he left Gu Xiaomei's home and then went to Yin Dalu's home.

Compared with Gu Xiaomei's injury and separation, Yin Dalu's departure was much more festive. In order to go out this time, the old man from the Opti school went to get a haircut and dyed his hair for the first time. He suddenly became several years younger. He was in his fifties and looked like he was in his forties.

"Wow, Uncle, you are suddenly more than a teenager in your dress. Even I am jealous of me." Zhao Changqi couldn't help but say.

"Hey, your aunt is troublesome. She said I would go to see the leader this time and I can't be careless. So, since you called me the day before yesterday, she started to dress me up and finally made me like this." Yin Dalu said with a smile.

"Aunt, you dressed Uncle Dalu so handsomely, don't you be afraid that after he goes out, a good friend will appear." Zhao Changgui said with a chuckling.

"He dares. Little Gun, I can warn you. Uncle Dalu, I will leave it to you. When he settles in Pingchuan County, I will also go there. If I find that there are other women around you, I will ask you first." Aunt Dalu said with her hands on her hips.

"Go and go. Hurry up all the books I bought for me."

Without waiting for Zhao Changgui to speak, Yin Dalu said, dragging a bookcase from the corner of the wall.

Aunt Dalu carried out a large stack of books from the bedroom. Zhao Changgui was shocked when he read the title of the book. These books not only included winemaking, but also company management.

Zhao Changqi picked up a book and flipped it out. He was even more surprised. He found that the book was not only full of stunts, but also wrote many comments and experiences. It seems that Uncle Dalu has really worked hard.

Yin Dalu saw Zhao Changgui looking through his book and said, "Although my earth-based winemaking method produces good wine, the fatal bottleneck is that the yield is too low and it cannot be raised at all. In order to seek breakthroughs, I have been studying how to combine it with modern winemaking methods in the past two years to make good wine that has both quality and yield. At least I have drunk good wine that can prevent people from getting sick. Now I have some ideas."

"Haha, Xiao Geng, you probably don't know. Uncle Dalu also obtained a junior college diploma in marketing management through correspondence courses last year. Look, this is his graduation certificate."

Aunt Dalu said proudly, while taking out a big red enveloped graduation certificate from a stack of books.

This time, Zhao Changqi was really arrived by Dalu Shulei.

Although this kind of social education diploma is not as difficult as a self-study exam, Uncle Dalu is already in his fifties after all, and it seems that he just graduated from junior high school before. Why did he keep silent? He got a junior college diploma without the whole village knowing it.

Zhao Changqi suddenly felt a little moved. He always believed that there was a kind of person in the world called geniuses. Their comprehension ability in one aspect and even in many aspects was difficult for ordinary people to understand.

For example, Zhao Yushan’s understanding of the cow, no matter how violent the cow is, he can make it listen to his words obediently, as if he can really talk to the cow.

For example, Hong Yalun's understanding of guns, Zhao Changgui once heard from the general that when Hong Yalun was undergoing gun training in the Devil Training Camp, he never practiced aiming well, and it was useless for him to hang bricks on the gun bar. As long as he was in his hand, he could lift the gun and shoot, and he could hit the starting lineup.

For example, my grandfather’s understanding of traditional Chinese medicine is that ordinary Chinese medicine, even the more skilled Chinese medicine doctors can only distinguish symptoms and treat them, and use the previous prescriptions. However, my grandfather can innovate and almost conquer the tumor.

Uncle Dalu in front of him is even better than them. He has never learned music formally, but he can play a good suona. He has never been to the etiquette class, but in rural business affairs, no matter how many people there are, he can always handle it in an orderly manner and not at all.

The method of brewing wine handed down by his ancestors was pushed to a new level by him.

Now this old man has just obtained a marketing management junior college diploma. It’s amazing, amazing.

"Uncle Dalu, I found that you are a genius," Zhao Changqi said sincerely.

"I am a genius. I am a pickle. Isn't it just a junior college diploma or a correspondence course. Now, let alone correspondence courses, even authentic overseas returnees can grab a lot of money. Just my graduation certificate, it's so uncomfortable to wipe my butt, hahaha." Yin Dalu said with a hearty smile.

"You old man, can you compare with those young people? In Song Dandan's words, they were born in the new era, grew up in the sun, and were educated since childhood. What's so strange about getting a doctorate? You are just a junior high school student. It's not easy for you to still be able to teach a correspondence junior college in your fifties." Aunt Dalu said on the side.

"Yes, what my aunt said is reasonable." Zhao Changqi said quickly.

Aunt Dalu became excited and took out a few colorful books from the bedroom. Zhao Changqi glanced at him and found that it was all about the development trend of willow weaving technology.

"Xiao Qian, look, your uncle is making progress, and your aunt has not fallen behind. Cao Shuying organized the factory's production experts to participate in an online Willow Wearing Correspondence Class, and I also signed up for it. The willow wearing you made now has a great artistic taste." Aunt Dalu said proudly.

Since Gu Xiaomei fell ill, Cao Shuying has always been responsible for the matter of Zhaozhuang Crafts Factory. Although Cao Shuying is the wife of the village party secretary Zhao Bingwu, no one has ever thought that there is anything wrong with her being the director of the Willow Weaving Crafts Factory. Because Cao Shuying can not only be able to bear this burden, but she was also promoted by Gu Xiaomei, and she has a high prestige in the Crafts Factory.

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