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Chapter 50 - Hand of God

Zhao Xing muttered to himself and thought back to the mysterious young man he met on the way here, Xiao Yi. He then raised his head and slowly explained everything to Old Secretary in a soft voice.

"From what you're saying, someone saved my life on the way." Secretary Zhang pondered for a moment, and then tightly furrowed his brows.

"That young man was so weird, he even wrote a medicinal prescription before he left, I wonder if it was useful?" Zhao Xing asked in confusion as he recalled Xiao Yi's line of words, which were as fast as flying dragons and dancing like phoenixes.

"Oh?" After Zhang Weimin was stunned for a while, a hint of interest appeared on his elderly face. "My high blood pressure is because I didn't pay attention to my diet when I was young, and because I would be too busy to train my body. Over the years, Western and Chinese Medicine had seen quite a lot, but they had no effect. A young man actually has the courage to write a prescription for me? "

Zhao Xing stood up and said: "I'll go and take a look at it for the secretary."

"Alright, let me take a look." Zhang Weimin seemed to still be tired. After he finished speaking, he closed his eyes and laid down.

With regards to a young man's prescription, Zhang Weimin was only slightly curious. However, he didn't have much confidence from the bottom of his heart. His many years of treatment had not produced any results. Slowly, Zhang Weimin knew that this old man was probably unable to be cured.

Zhao Xing ran back to the Audi and took out the small notebook. Looking at the line of cursive script that Xiao Yi wrote down, he laughed lightly and muttered: "This line of characters is really not bad, just that it's a little crappy. "There are so many words that I don't even recognize them."

Along the way, Zhao Xing quickly brought the book back to the sickroom.

"Old Secretary, do you think it's useful?" Zhao Xing respectfully said as he handed over the book in his hand.

Zhang Weimin slowly got up and leaned his back on the sickbed, and took the book from Zhao Xing.

Ye Zichen opened the book lazily and looked at it weakly with his cloudy eyes.

Old Secretary only took a glance at it, and his turbid eyes lit up, as a ray of light shone out. Then, with a trembling voice, he ordered the driver Zhao Xing: "Quick, quick, help me sit up."

Zhao Xing was startled, he did not know why Secretary Zhang was so interested after the surgery. However, he had never dared to disobey Secretary Zhang's orders. Immediately, he helped Secretary Zhang sit on the bed.

During the entire process of this small movement, Secretary Zhang's eyes had never left the book in his hands. Furthermore, the light in his eyes grew brighter and brighter.

Secretary Zhang's hands that took out the book trembled slightly, a trace of ecstasy surfaced on his face. As far as he was concerned, the only thing left in this world was the book in his hand.

The driver, Zhao Xing, was sitting at the side with his mouth wide open. In all the years he had been serving Old Secretary, he had never seen such a huge fluctuation of emotions from the Secretary Zhang.

The sickroom was silent for a moment.

Just like that, half an hour passed. Secretary Zhang's eyes became moist as a stream of tears actually flowed out. He slapped his thigh under the blanket and said in a quivering voice, "Okay, okay, okay."

Zhao Xing sat at the side, his face full of mist. He said in a stiff voice: "Old Secretary, what's good, is this medicinal formula effective?"

Old Secretary took a deep breath, and despite his old tears, he opened his mouth and roared, "Idiot, of course the word is good. It's great, better than any of the great contemporary calligraphy I've ever seen. Look at this, the gestures of the pen revolve continuously, the shape of the pen changes in a variety of ways. Every word is like a flying dragon and snake, radiating a sharp sword light. "

Zhao Xing was more and more confused when he heard it. He was a boorish man, and knew nothing about calligraphy. Immediately, he could only smile bitterly: "Since you've written it well, then why are you crying, Secretary?"

"Sobbing with joy."

Secretary Zhang slowly said these four words, then pulled on Zhao Xing's sleeves and continued to ask while somewhat losing his composure: "Are you sure that this line of words was written by a young man?"

Seeing Old Secretary's situation, Zhao Xing could not help but think back again. Then, he nodded his head and said with certainty: "At that time, when he was writing this line, he wrote it in front of me. Besides, this book is mine. It can't be left on top of me. It seemed that he had been a little anxious at the time, so the line of words had been completed in one go. I don't understand calligraphy, I just think the words on it are really hard to read. "

"Idiot." When Secretary Zhang heard the driver Zhao Xing's words, he immediately went into a rage and roared: "This is calligraphy, do you understand? This is wild grass, do you understand? You've followed me for so many years, but why are you still so dumb? "

Looking at the furious Secretary Zhang, Zhao Xing said in an aggrieved tone, "Secretary Zhang, you have to pay attention to your body."

Looking at Zhao Xing's wronged expression, Secretary Zhang immediately shook his head and sighed: "Ever since I retired, I have been immersed in calligraphy for many years. From the East Jin to the Ming and Qing dynasties, I collected a great number of calligraphy posts. "However, after reading today's cursive script, the cards I've collected in the past are all trash, trash, and dung …"

At this time, Secretary Zhang spoke with grief. It was as if there was no longer the sickly state of an operation just now, and there was no longer the stable style of a generation of Old Secretary.

Zhao Xing's pupils dilated as his nose and eyes squeezed together. Secretary Zhang's words were simply too shocking. Was this still the Old Secretary that everyone admired?

Zhao Xing blinked his eyes and shook his head forcefully.

"I must find that young man. "Tell me quickly, what is his name and where does he live?" The Secretary Zhang did not care about what Zhao Xing was thinking, and anxiously asked.

At this moment, Zhang Weimin was no longer the Old Secretary of Jiang Hai, but a fanatical fan of calligraphy.

The corner of Zhao Xing's mouth twitched, and after hesitating for a moment, he opened his mouth and said honestly, "I don't know his name, but I similarly don't know where he lives. Secretary Zhang, that was a coincidence. "

"Go and call Old Ox over. Even if you have to turn the river over, I still have to find that young man." Old Secretary Zhang Weimin clenched his fists tightly and said resolutely.

Old Ox was, of course, the current secretary of the Jianghai City, the first brother of the River and Sea Politics.

Zhao Xing looked at Secretary Zhang who had already lost control of his emotions, hesitated for a moment, and then picked up his phone, calling Secretary Niu once again.

Deep into the night, Secretary Niu once again rushed towards the hospital.

In the end of September, Xiao Yi was very relaxed, spending all his time in the driving school.

The driving school's learning schedule was very compact, allowing Xiao Yi who was driving an idiot, to quickly merge into the driving school's nervous learning.

The only thing that made Xiao Yi's life more exciting was the fact that he had to learn to drive every day. The beautiful nurses in the hospital, Xia Wei, would always bring a big pot of chicken soup over.

Drinking chicken soup every night, then having a few flirtatious words with the beautiful nurse, Xia Wei, her life was extremely beautiful.

On the other hand, Zhong Xiaoyu, this young miss, had been extremely busy recently. As soon as she came to help his mother with the business, and as soon as his mother's birthday was coming up. Their eighteenth birthday was usually celebrated in an extremely grand manner in the upper class' circle of young masters and mistresses.

After all, the eighteenth birthday banquet also included a coming of age ceremony.

Thus, the mother and daughter pair began to secretly organize Zhong Xiaoyu's eighteenth birthday banquet. As the leading enterprise in the sea of Jianghua Group, she was also a reputable person. This kind of grand banquet naturally had to be held in a grand manner.

However, in the political world, everything had been turned upside down. Xiao Yi's wild grass skill had already become famous. Moreover, it was already mounted and hung in the lobby of his home by the Secretary Zhang, with the title "Invitation to God".

Secretary Zhang was a spiritual leader of the River and Sea Politics, and his God's invitation was well-known within the circle.

Many important figures in the political world, whether it was because they were born with a fondness for calligraphy or were influenced by the Secretary Zhang. Everyone had collected quite a few famous posts, and they all had a deep love for calligraphy. As soon as this' God's invitation 'began to become famous in the circle, everyone was crazily searching for the original author.

However, this matter could not trigger the entire province's police force. Seeing that the end of September was about to end, the original author of God's invitation, Xiao Yi, was still not found.

And in the circle, it began to become popular as the first topic of the God's Note. No matter if it was because they liked calligraphy, or because they wanted to welcome Old Secretary Zhang Weimin, they all came to his house to copy. Later on, the Secretary Zhang hid the God's invitation in secret, afraid of damaging his real identity.

For a while, the price of the God's Note within the circle began to skyrocket. Each of the dignitaries was proud to have a copy of the God's Letter.

Inside the building, the dignitaries who owned the God's Thumbs were in high spirits for a while. The officials who did not have the God's invitation were all frowning.

As such, all the important members of the whole Jianghai Tower, the big and small officials of the River and Sea Politics, became crazed with emotion when they saw Xiao Yi.

From the looks of it, tomorrow was the final day of the end of September. The sunlight had also become much gentler.

Xiao Yi skillfully finished practicing his last ride in the driving school, then he stepped on the brakes and turned off the engine. After a few days of studying, Xiao Yi had mastered the art of driving.

As a master of concealed weapons, the nimbleness of the hand was naturally incomparable to anyone else's. Once he started, Xiao Yi's driving could be said to be graceful, as he swerved and drove in all sorts of ways. In Xiao Yi's hands, the steering wheel seemed to be one with him. It looked like it was a bit of a car.

Entering the driving school principal's office, Xiao Yi knocked on the door. Then, he politely stood to the side and waited.

However, Xiao Yi's hearing was extremely good, and the sound of clothes being put on came from the office. The man's deep exhalations and the sound of a woman's breathing.

Xiao Yi knew that this was the principal doing his daily activities right before he got off work. He laughed and sighed: "Sure enough, I do have things to do as a secretary. If I don't have something to do, I would do it as a secretary."

"Come in." Two minutes later, the office door slowly opened. , the secretary of the driving school principal, whose blush had not yet faded, opened the door to his office and stood at the side, embarrassed.

Xiao Yi laughed and then walked in. Seeing the baldy who was pretending to be calm on the chair, he laughed out loud: "Principal, are you going to hit Xiao Hong again?"

It had to be said that the name Shang Xiaohong was far too perfect. Her parents seemed to have already predicted that Shang Xiaohong would have such a day.

In the office, the redness on Shang Xiaohong's face grew even stronger. The bald principal feigned a calm cough and said, "Why are you looking for me today?"

"Anyway, I'm not fighting over Little Red with you." Xiao Yi laughed, then said with a stern face: "I came to bid my farewells to you, I feel that I have completed my driving skills. Your driver's license or whatever, it's all done. Bring it over. "

The bald headmaster was startled, then looked at Shang Xiaohong and said: "Xiao Hong, have you settled on the Mr. Lee's driver's license?"

"It's done."

Shang Xiaohong walked over, opened the drawer, and took out the driver's license that she had already prepared for Xiao Yi. Then, she obediently brought it in front of Xiao Yi.

Xiao Yi took his driver's license, and smiled sinisterly at the Baldy Principal, and said: "It's fine, you should continue being in Xiao Hong's room."

Throwing these words down, Xiao Yi turned around and walked out of the driving school principal's office in large strides.