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Chapter 201 - Secretary Zhang Talking about the situation

Xiao Yi flirted with this interesting number one third in his room. Then, with a creaking sound downstairs, Xia Wei came home with a small umbrella in his hand.

Xiao Yi went downstairs and looked at Xia Wei's black hair that was drenched by the rain. With a burst of guilt in her heart, she personally went up to help Xia Wei take off her boots. All the resentment and resentment in Xia Wei's heart instantly vanished.

He didn't ask where Xiao Yi had gone to last night, and didn't even look at him reproachfully. The moment she lifted up his feet, and looked at Xiao Yi's serious and gentle face, she immediately felt his heart melt.

Women were all made of water. Even though something froze into ice. However, as long as you give them a little bit of warmth, they will immediately turn the ice into water again, gently making you at a loss for words.

Xia Wei was such a woman. At this moment, she obediently took out some food from the fridge and ran to the kitchen to cook.

This winter, she suddenly became as gentle as Xia Wei.

It rained heavily for half a month. Wisps of moisture began to rise in the air around the entire river.

Every day, Xiao Yi would sit in the Pen Hall to practice his calligraphy, looking calm and composed.

Pen Hall's business was not as flourishing as she had imagined. A little sad, even. Every single word that Xiao Yi wrote seemed to set a sky-high price. This Jiang Hai was not even one of those bustling cities, there were still very few people who could afford to buy the word "Xiao Yi". Ever since the opening ceremony, after he sold a few words every few days, no one asked about it.

However, Xiao Yi was not worried at all. He had the attitude of someone who was willing to take the bait.

Just that, occasionally when Xiao Yi was in a rage, the words that he wrote could still be heard. It added a chilling aura to this quaint old store.

As for Song Chongming and Song Shaolun, they were still taking guarantees for trial, waiting for the final judgement. The old man, Song Xu, had been active in the political world of the river. Presumably, he still used some methods to protect Song Shaolun and Song Chongming for such a long time.

The only thing that made Xiao Yi a little surprised and confused was that old man Song Xu seemed to have been scared to death that day. He didn't use any powerful methods at all.

The entire river had calmed down in an instant. It was as if the calm before the storm was accumulating another, more violent storm.

That afternoon, the weather was clear. Xiao Yi sat in the Pen Hall, on top of a carved wooden chair, and on top of the sandalwood table was a piece of paper. Suspended his wrist in the air, he let out a long sigh, and in one breath, turned into a heroic poem.

If gold is dung, the liver is hard as iron.

The ten short words on the paper seemed to have no form, as if there were no rules behind it. However, the poem exuded a strong and heroic aura.

Towards the heroic spirit that was revealed by Xiao Yi's words, Li Qi was like a headless fly that was running around in the Pen Hall, Hai Tao and a few others.

"Big Brother, stop writing. If we continue to write, we won't be able to let go of Pen Hall this winter. " Li Qi said with a bitter face.

"Yes, big brother." Hai Tao squinted his small eyes and mumbled, "It's been three or four days since our shop opened. If this goes on, are we just going to sit around and watch the wind blow up? "

"Eat as much as you can?" The corner of Xiao Yi's mouth curled into a disdainful sneer, and only after putting away the Yangzhou pen did he lazily ask: "How many words have we sold in the past few days? How much money did you earn? "

"I sold six sets of characters and earned twenty million in total." Li Qi thought for a while, then replied seriously.

"How long has it been since our store opened?" Xiao Yi looked at Li Qi and laughed: "Currently, the total turnover has already reached 40 million. Apart from a tiny bit of profit, can the few of you really finish it while sitting on a rock? Furthermore, if our Pen Hall is truly unable to put down my words, then we should just buy a few more stores. "

After hearing Xiao Yi's direct question, Hai Tao immediately stopped talking. In the short span of half a month, the store had opened for 40 million RMB. He felt like he was in a dream. However, sometimes, these people would wander around the store for an entire day without success in a single business transaction. Of course, deep in his heart, there were still some feelings of disappointment.

"Alright, let's not bother about it anymore. Go out for a walk and take advantage of the weather. " Xiao Yi looked at the group of people in front of him and immediately urged them on.

When Li Qi and the others saw their big brother's determination, they immediately looked like deflated balls. As he walked out of the store, the weak sunlight caused him to feel extremely unlucky.

At the entrance of the Pen Hall's shop, Old Secretary Zhang Weimin was walking towards the shop.

In the past half month, he would frequently come to this shop to chat with Xiao Yi. The relationship between this pair of friends who had forgotten their youth was getting better and better. Sometimes it was the whole afternoon.

Zhang Weimin stood at the entrance of the old shop and looked at the three golden words written on the signboard: Pen Hall.

Once again, he was lost in thought.

Every time this Old Secretary read the three big words, he would comprehend a different realm of consciousness. Sometimes, the atmosphere was thin, sometimes quiet, sometimes even sharp, sometimes dim.

From every angle, there seemed to be a different concept. This point caused Old Secretary Zhang Weiming to be at a loss of what to do.

As he walked into the shop, he saw that Xiao Yi was still engrossed in reading the words just now. Immediately, he walked over. Looking down at the ten words on the table, he patted Xiao Yi's shoulder and laughed: "If it's gold, then my liver will be as hard as iron. "Well said, seeing that you are as steady as Mt. Tai here, you do indeed have that feeling of having gold inside of you."

Xiao Yi didn't go along with Old Secretary this time, but turned around and shook his head: "Old brother, you have misunderstood my intentions this time. I'm typically unable to eat grapes and say grapes, gold is like manure. "Just by looking at how cold the store has been these days, a sense of resentment was born in my heart."

Although Xiao Yi was comforting Li Qi and the others, they did not have to worry about the consequences if they took advantage of this situation. However, he, who had high ambitions, was not as ambitious as Li Qi's group. A mere few tens of millions, in Xiao Yi's eyes, was indeed just like dung.

"Haha …"

After this Zhang Weimin laughed heartily, a bright light flashed across his blurry eyes. He looked at Xiao Yi and asked loudly: "Since your bones are as hard as steel, your whole body will be filled with tiger gall. Why? Why aren't you making a big fuss while you're still young? This little Pen Hall, a mere few tens of millions, could it be your entire dream? "

"But, brother." Xiao Yi was silent for a moment, then said in a low voice: "However, there's a fierce tiger next to the bed. That old man of the Song Family, Song Xu, came to my shop half a month ago. "

"The Song Family's old man, Song Xu?" Zhang Weimin repeated his name again, his eyes narrowing as he spoke word by word: "Could it be, you're so afraid of him that you're afraid to move?"

"Don't dare to move?" The corner of Xiao Yi's mouth twitched, and a teasing smile surfaced on his face, "The last time he came to my Pen Hall, I was here and gave that old fox a slap. It's not that I'm afraid to move, it's just that I disdain sparring with him. Thus, I waited here for half a month to see what was so special about him. Unexpectedly, he was just a silver spearhead. In the end, nothing has been done these days. "

Hearing the disdain in Xiao Yi's words, Zhang Weimin laughed out loud. His laughter was extremely bold and rough, shaking the walls of the Pen Hall to the point that even the Landscape character hanging on the walls started to slightly tremble.

"As expected, he's my little brother Zhang Weimin. Amidst his brazenness, there was no lack of a man's domineering and heroic aura. You are a junior to Old Master Song Xu. Allow him half a month, and let him call in his troops. "Very good, very good." Zhang Weimin said two good words in a row, then changed the subject, "However, he did indeed do quite a bit of time during this half a month. At this moment, you should stand up. Once all the obstacles on the way have been removed, we might be able to open an even bigger shop here. "

"Bro, you know me." Xiao Yi laughed with gratitude, and felt that they were right.

"Song Family's old man, Song Xu." At this time, Old Secretary Zhang Weimin began to talk about official matters, "He was born in the army, and was a resolute and unyielding military man. All these years, he had served as the commander of the 37th Artillery Legion in the capital. He was a man with a lot of power and influence. However, he had been used to being arrogant all these years, so he had offended a lot of people. In the past few days, he had put on the title of visiting family in the river. Secretly, he had prepared a luxurious gift for the political officials of Jianghai City. "He even contacted the military in this river and I suspect that he will make the military directly take action in the future."

Saying that, Old Secretary frowned. If he were to directly mobilize the troops, then no matter how capable Xiao Yi was, it would all be fine. Under the barrage of cannonballs, only their souls remained.

Even if the Old Secretary held a high position in the army, he would still appear pale and powerless in front of the army.

"Oh, it seems like that old man hasn't been living in vain these past few days." Xiao Yi laughed lightly, and joked: "It's just that, I am not afraid of his schemes. After all, the crime of Song Shaolun shooting was real. Furthermore, the bribe that Song Chongming offered was obvious to everyone. It would still be difficult for him to wash off these crimes. I believe in the justice of the law. "

"You're right." The Old Secretary was not as optimistic as Xiao Yi had imagined, "Have you ever thought about how it would be if we kept dragging on until we get our guarantee? Then, this Pen Hall of yours, will you never be able to open your hands and feet? Forever, you can only get off to a side, writing and sulking? "